“I get to have so much fun playing at the park with big babies, or in their yards too. You like all the toys your Mommy got you don’t you?” “It’s true! I get to play with adorable and super fun toys with big babies like you. The silver lining is I get to have so much fun looking after cute big babies like you!” Luke open mouthed grin started to falter.
Adult baby boys were still boys, and maybe still a bit adult, so they couldn’t help but be further mesmerized when she highlighted her assets. It didn’t hurt that she had started to slowly run her hands along the sides of breasts and gently push them together. “Yeah?” Lukey was staring at Ashley with a slack jawed look of wonder. I didn’t need any more back pain and I didn’t need to have them to make milkies either! Did you think I expected to start leaking in class my sophomore year of college or waking up in the middle of the night because I needed to pump? No baby at first I didn’t think the virus did me any good at all, but then I saw the silver lining” You were an exception, a perfect little gentleman then and now.” Ashley noted that last comment got a blushy little smile from Luke, his first of the day that she’d seen. Do you think I was happy when I got the virus? Do you think I wanted to have my boobies grow even bigger? I already got enough stares and comments from the creeps working at our school.” Luke’s eyes grew wider. Still, an experienced caretaker like Ashley knew she had his attention. “Sivwa linun?” Luke looked up and sitter and former student with his lower lip jutted out. “But we have to make the most of it don’t we baby? We have to see the silver lining.” New outlooks had to be reinforced after all, especially by an adult baby sitter liker Ashley. Your mommy knows that you didn’t want to be a big baby.” Ashley made sure to refer to Luke’s wife as mommy. “Oh poor baby, I know the regression virus isn’t fair cutie. It didn’t hurt that he was one of the few male teachers who hadn’t been creepy toward her.Īshley squatted down and started to dry off Lukey’s face with a spit towel. Still, he had won more than a few of them over, Ashley being one of them. She had been in one of his first students and his enthusiasm and eagerness for his new profession had been a stark contrast to the burnt out and jaded seniors he was lecturing. When she had last seen him several years ago he’d been her teacher, a good one too. She looked down at his shirt adorned with teddy bears and balloons and the few stains from breakfast that his bib hadn’t blocked, then down to the thick diaper between his legs, already the victim of several wettings since his wife had changed him into it earlier in the morning. She saw his slightly thinning hair at the top of his head, his red and puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, his runny nose. tweacha…no baby…not…fwawa!”Īshley looked down at her former teacher. Finally he was able to spit out a few words between his sobs “Da viwus… I was a big. A young women who he had helped educate had been hired by his wife to look after him! To feed him, keep him entertained, to change him… He tried to put into words the storm of emotions in him. Then the virus had happened and Luke found himself living his accomplishments in reverse.Īfter a few short months he was the baby in their new house. He had a career he was passionate about, he had married a women he loved, they’d just bought a house together and were talking about having kids. He felt like he was finally starting to get the swing of things and was truly happy. What was wrong! Almost a year ago Luke had been a few years into his teaching career. His former student’s words only made him wail louder. Luke Turner sat on the floor of his living room looking down at his bare legs splayed in front of him, the thick crinkly plastic diaper wrapped around him, then back up to the concerned women at least a decade younger than him and the look of maternal concern on her face. “Oh right sorry, Lukey cutie, why’re you crying? Can you tell your sitter baby? You know your sitter Ashley would love to make it all better.” What’s wrong? For goodness sake what was right about what was happening.
“Oh Mister Turner what’s wrong sweetheart?”
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