Sent Back and Diapered at Daycare — Part 13

The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.

I slowly opened my eyes to a blur of lights and sound.

“Alright, little ones, wakey-wakey!” A gentle, maternal voice rang out.

I squinted, recognized the daycare toddler room. I stretched and retreated back under my blankie. My cot and blankie just felt so cozy and warm!

After a few more minutes, I felt a gentle hand on my foot, tickling me and causing me to giggle.

“Is my sleepy baby ready for wakey-wakey from nap time?” I heard the woman ask.

I giggled again and looked down to recognize Miss Flower smiling at me, her flower apron the perfect reminder of her name.

“I dunno,” I giggled, retreating back under my blankie. It wasn’t until I spoke that I realized I had been happily suckling on a pacifier during my nap, and it made me lisp in the babyish of ways.

“Aw, come on, little guy, there’s so much more fun to have! I know all your new friends won’t want to play without you,” Miss Flower said, tickling me some more.

I burst into fresh giggles and slowly sat up on my cot with a baby-like grin on my face. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around the daycare toddler room, I still felt like I was in a sort of sleepy dream-haze.

I couldn’t remember what happened before nap time all that well. In fact, I felt like I couldn’t remember much of anything from earlier that day… or any other time in my life!

Instead, my brain was suddenly struck by a mix of both cozy, innocent warmth… and a vague, disconcerting feeling that I was much too old to be waking up from nap time in daycare again! Let alone sucking on a pacifier, gripping a baby blankie, and… and… and…

Wearing a diaper?? A big, puffy, dinosaur-covered disposable diaper??

I stared down at my crotch, vaguely baffled, vaguely transfixed.

My hands floated down to my crotch, where I began gently touching and feeling the puffy, crinkly garment in a state of awe. It felt so oddly comforting, warm, and safe… yet strangely out-of-place. Even… embarrassing.

With wide eyes and a drooling, gaping mouth, I began squeezing and crinkling my diaper even more, compelled by a strange, naughty feeling in the pit of my tummy.

My cheeks began to turn red. I felt strangely hypnotized! And just as I was about to touch one of the tapes of the diaper…

“Uh-oh!” Miss Flower’s voice rang out as she appeared next to me, redirecting my hands. “Watch those fingers, little baby! Only teacher gets to touch your diapee, remember? When you need changies after you go peepee or poopy? Speaking of which…”

Suddenly, Miss Flower confidently stuck her fingers into the front of my diaper, then peered down the back! The gesture immediately caused me to feel another surge of surprise and strange embarrassment.

“Just a little bit of peepee. And good, no more poopies back here,” Miss Flower cooed. “Miss Turner said you had quite the stinky mess to clean up back there right before nap time,” she added with a laugh.

I blushed bright red, feeling so oddly violated and confused by her probing hands and remarks!

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be a lot more soggy soon, given all that nummy milk you drank right before you went to sleep. But don’t worry, we’ll get you into a clean, dry, dino diaper in no time if we need to,” Miss Flower said with a warm smile. “Now come on, upsy-daisies for stretchy time!”

Miss Flower helped me to my feet, then returned to the middle of the group of other daycare kids all waking up.

As I stood with the others, I felt fresh waves of self-consciousness that I was wearing nothing but a diaper. In fact, I was the only one in the room who was visibly wearing a baby diaper at all!

Then, as I stood, another part of my body started waking up, partially prompted by Miss Flower’s remarks about a soggy diaper moments ago… my bladder. I realized I suddenly had to go peepee real bad!

And yet… my brain felt too overwhelmed about what to do about it to do anything about it! It felt uncomfortable and I had a vague feeling that I should ask someone to help me go… but I didn’t know how. Everything just felt so big and I felt so little!

Miss Flower started leading everyone in the group through some ‘wake-up stretchies’—touching our toes and singing nursery rhymes. And with every movement, the aching in my bladder and crotch got worse and worse!

But finally, as we did our last big stretch as a group together, my still-half-dazed brain seemed to make the decision for me.

I grinned and quietly cooed with relief as a heavy, warm flood poured into the front of my thirsty, crinkly diaper.

And as the front of my diaper quickly grew heavy and soggy, I felt waves of bliss wash over me.

It was bliss from the relief of emptying my bladder.

It was bliss from the strange, naughty feeling of padded, soggy warmth collecting around my peepee and balls.

And bliss from finally remembering that everything was okay. The daycare room, the pacifier, the now-soggy-diaper covered in cartoon dinosaurs—it was all as it should be. Because I was just a little baby. A little baby at daycare, wetting his comfy, crinkly, colorful diapers.

* * *

After stretchies-time, we all got to play in the play area of the daycare room again!

I had lots of fun running around, playing with blocks, coloring, and playing pretend with the other kids.

A bunch of times I felt the funny feeling in my tummy area again that told me I had to go peepee real bad. Like right after snack time, where I drank lots of yummy red kool-aid juice.

But every time, it just got easier and easier to forget it and let it go in my diapee while I focused on playing.

I would giggle and get another, different funny feeling in my tummy afterward when I felt the warm, squishy wetness on my peepee and bottom. I also felt myself get a little embarrassed that the others might see and giggle at me for making weewee in my diapee again. But if they did, I didn’t notice! And I didn’t care. I just knew that’s what my diapee was for!

Then it was story-time! And we all sat down and Miss Flower read us the most amazing book about lions and castles and all sorts of other fun things.

And while she was reading, another daycare teacher gave me a wonderful bottle of milk, which I deliciously drank as I listened.

Again and again, during story-time, I felt my tummy get full of peepee… but then relax and wonderfully flood my comfy diapee.

When story time ended, I did face an unexpected, uncomfortable consequence of my non-stop, semi-helpless peepeeing.

As I was just about to get up, Miss Flower stopped and looked down at the carpet square I was sitting on. Then she said real loud, “Oh no! We’ve got a leaky diaper over here! There’s a big, yucky peepee spot on the carpet under your bottom, little guy!”

At first I giggled because I didn’t understand exactly what happened. But then I felt everyone else in the room giggling and pointing, and I suddenly felt really messy and embarrassed. I felt my face get real red again and I even felt myself starting to cry…

But fortunately, Miss Flower and another teacher came over and helped me stand up by wrapping a towel under my diapee to keep it from leaking any more.

Then, Miss Flower walked me across the daycare room in my droopy, soggy, leaky diapee to the changing area. I was so glad to get on the changing table, where I knew Miss Flower would be cleaning up and handling my blushy little mess.

“My, my, you are just a little super-soaker, aren’t you, little guy!” Miss Flower cooed as she untaped my soggy diaper, making me giggle and go red. “Well no worries, we’ll just have to make sure we’re checking and changing your diapee more often now that we know how much you can’t help but go peepee.”

I felt even more blushy as she rolled up the soggy, slightly peepee smelling diaper, leaving me totally nakey on the changing table.

But soon I was cooing with pleasure as she took her time gently wiping me up and down and all around my sensitive peepee and bottom with the refreshing, cool baby-wipes. All I could think about was how good it felt to get my diapee changed by Miss Flower here at daycare.

Soon, she was dousing me with lots of sweet smelling baby powder, which made me giggle. Then, she was wrapping me up in a fresh, clean diaper, which immediately felt so cozy and secure and warm.

“There you go, little guy. All better. Good job being a good little boy for your diapee change,” Miss Flower said, patting my crinkly crotch and making me smile.

When I sat up, I looked down and saw in excitement that my new diapee had dinosaurs on it again! I just felt so happy to be a good little boy in diapers for Miss Flower.

After my diaper change, Miss Flower walked me back to the play area like nothing happened, and I was soon sucking my paci and running around in my diaper, having the time of my life again with all my new daycare friends, not a care in the world.

* * *

The final hours of the day at daycare passed with me gleefully playing play-doh, scribbling with crayons in coloring books, playing princess and prince with the toy castle, and doing all sorts of other mindless, fun, babyish things.

As I happily continued wetting myself as needed, I seemingly forgot that I had ever worn anything but diapers, let alone used a toilet. The daycare room seemed so full of so many wonderful toys and new friends. And all in all, I just felt like I belonged exactly where I was supposed to be. Everything seemed to be just perfect.

But soon…

I noticed the small hand on the nursery clock reach the big 5. The number of other kids around me seemed to be strangely, slowly dwindling. And something in the pit of my tummy told me to be worried… but I tried to ignore it.

But as I spent my final time eagerly occupying myself in the corner of the daycare room, earnestly playing with a pile of wooden blocks by myself in my slightly damp diaper… I suddenly heard her voice from behind me.

“Lucas Jones! There you are!”

I froze. Her words were like a bucket of ice water.

“Turn around, right this instant! You are in big, big trouble, young man. Big trouble!”

It was my Mom. She was finally back to pick me up from daycare.

And in a terrifying flash of realization, I now remembered that she had dropped me off that morning as her 18-year-old adult son. And yet, she had just found me in the toddler room of the daycare, playing with baby toys, dressed in nothing but a diaper.

In that instant, I was totally shattered out of my baby-like bliss, the full weight of reality suddenly hitting me like two tons of wooden, toddler-toy bricks.

(Stay tuned to find out what happens to Lucas in next week’s thrilling final chapter of Sent Back and Diapered at Daycare!)