Sent Back and Diapered at Daycare — Part 12

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“Alright, little stinker, let’s get you over to the changing table for a diaper change!”

My daycare teacher’s excited, sing-song voice made me flash a big babyish grin.

“Yesh, Miss… Miss… Miss Teacher!” I answered.

Miss Teacher. Suddenly, it was all I could remember to call her! She didn’t seem to mind.

As she walked me by the hand across the daycare changing room, I let out a big babyish giggle with every step!

Hehehe!

The soggy, squishy mess squishing against my bottom and private parts under my big cloth diapers and plastic panties felt so funny and icky at the same time—I couldn’t help but giggle!

Fortunately, Miss Teacher giggled too. And that made me smile and giggle even more.

“Alrighty, sweety, now be a big boy for teacher and put your hands here and try to stay standing still for a minute, okay? Can you do that for me?” She asked, directing me to stand next to the changing table and place my mitten-covered hands on the rails.

“Yesh Miss Teacher!” I answered.

“Good boy! And good boy for not trying to take your plastic diaper pants off, either! Maybe next time, we won’t even have to lock them on you like this, since you were such a good boy following directions,” she said.

I beamed with pride from the compliment as she unlocked my plastic nursery pants and slid them down my legs. It just felt so good to be a good boy for teacher.

As the plastic pants came off, the big cloth diapers that were pinned on drooped a little bit from the wetness they started to absorb. And the scent of my messy diaper also suddenly got worse…

“Pee-ew!” I murmured without thinking.

Miss Teacher giggled. “That’s right, pee-ew! You made a big stinky mess in your diapee, didn’t you?”

My face reddened, suddenly self-conscious, just remembering that I was the source of the stinkiness!

But I was distracted from any momentary bad feelings as Miss Teacher picked me up by my armpits and plopped me on the changing table. I let out another loud giggle as my saggy, squishy diaper made a big loud squish under my bum on the changing mat.

“Dat feels funny!” I smiled.

Miss Teacher laughed. “Oh yeah? It feels funny to sit on a squishy, poopy diaper, doesn’t it?”

“Yesh!” I giggled.

“Okay, now be a good baby for me and lay back for your diaper change,” she said as she helped me lay back on the changing table. I giggled again as the big mess in my diaper let out another squish as I laid down.

“Now, do I need to put baby’s hands in his cuffy-cuffs for his change? Or can you be an extra good baby for Teacher and keep those hands up above your head while I change you?” She asked.

“Oh!” I said. “Ummm… I fink I can be a good baby!” I answered.

Miss Teacher smiled at my answer, but then paused, seemingly in thought.

“Okay, I have an idea for what might help,” she said.

To my surprise, she suddenly started to undo the big, puffy mittens on my hands.

Then… she unstrapped and removed my paci!

“Ungh... uhhhh…” I suddenly grunted in confusion. I suddenly felt scared and lost without my paci!

But then, almost automatically, I put my thumb in my mouth and started frantically sucking. And a big smile came over my face as the comfort returned.

“There you go,” Miss Teacher cooed. “We don’t normally want to encourage thumb-sucking, but since you’re such a little baby, I figure it’s okay as a special treat, just for your diapee change. Since you’re being such a good baby.”

I giggled and flashed a big smile.

“Oh, and we still have that other hand to take care of… here you go,” she said as she put a big, colorful toy rattle in my hand.

I stared at the rattle with wide eyes and giggled at how colorful it was. Then, I shook it and it made a funny noise!

Miss Teacher giggled as I giggled in amusement.

“There you go. Both hands taken care of,” she said, as one of my hands was glued to my mouth from me sucking my thumb, and my other hand was clenched around the rattle.

As I felt Miss Teacher begin my diaper change down below, unpinning my big cloth diapers, I smiled and laid my head back in utter contentedness.

I looked around the daycare diaper changing room with wide, sparkling eyes, fascinated and delighted by the shelves and shelves of wonderful babyish things.

The colorful bins of wipes, powders, oils, and curious changing supplies. The adorable prints of various crinkly plastic pants and just-in-case tee-shirts and onesies the daycare had tucked away on its shelves. I even spotted where Miss Teacher had hung up my pink, plastic baby pants to dry!

And best of all the wonderful babyish things, were the rows and rows of big, puffy, comfy, sometimes printed and colorful, disposable diapers! They all looked so captivating and wonderful. And the diapers with patterns and colors and fun cartoons filled me with indescribable delight! I suddenly couldn’t help but stare at the printed disposables, with how wonderfully bright, cute and babyish they were. I realized I badly wanted to hold one of them… to see it closer… to be put in one to wear myself!

“Alright, little stinker, feet up!” Miss Teacher said in a sing-song voice, bringing my attention back to my diaper change.

I slurped up the big wad of drool that had been forming around my mouth and thumb, then obediently raised my feet up high.

“Good boy!” Miss Teacher said, making me smile again.

I watched her pull the first cloth diaper away, then take a step back to unfold it and inspect the damage.

“Oh yep! Not only peepee on this one… but a little poopy, too,” she said, pointing out the clear yellow and small brown stains on the wide, terry-cloth sheet.

I blushed with embarrassment as she balled the cloth diaper up and put it in the dirty cloth diaper bin.

She then did the same to the second cloth diaper, holding it up. “Oh, pee-ew! This one’s even worse!” she laughed, pointing out the even bigger stains to me, making me blush even more. “It’s a good thing I put your stinky bum-bum in two cloth diapers and some big plastic pants, huh?”

I hid my face and giggled in embarrassment. I didn’t know why or how, but it just made me feel so fluttery and silly and blushy in my tum-tum to be shown what a big mess I made!

“It’s also a good thing we have washing machines now-a-days,” Miss Teacher remarked, throwing the second dirty nappy into the dirty cloth diaper bin. “Because the way my Nanna would have to wash the stinky diapers of babies like you was with a washboard and bucket!”

I giggled and turned even redder, hiding my face under my rattle. I didn’t even know what she meant exactly, but it all just made me feel like the silliest little baby.

“Alright dear, you’re doing a great job for your changies so far,” she continued. “But now, let’s get to the real mess, huh?”

I didn’t know what she meant, until a few seconds later, I heard the tapes of my disposable diaper being undone… and then felt the whoosh of cool air on my legs and privates as she pulled the messy diaper forward.

“Oh, pee-ew!” Miss Teacher laughed and turned away, holding her nose. “This is the poopiest diaper I’ve ever seen in this changing room, little guy, and I’ve been changing diapers in here for a long, long time!”

My face turned redder than a tomato. I then got a huge whiff of my exposed, awful mess for myself, and I immediately grew ten times even more embarrassed, knowing she was surely telling the truth.

I was too frozen in humiliation to even glance down at my awful, stinky, babyish mess for myself. All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and cringe in mega-blushy embarrassment.

I frantically sucked my thumb as I felt Miss Teacher use the front of my soggy disposable to wipe around my mess-smeared wiener and nut sack, wiping the cool mess down my bottom, into my diaper.

“Woweee, you made such a big, poopy mess in your diapee. Yes you did. Yes you did!” Miss Teacher quietly cooed.

“It’s a good thing we gave you all that extra fiber in your lunchtime nummies,” she continued, “and even some extra laxatives this morning and suppositories this afternoon as well, because you must have been really, really backed up to make such a big mess in your diapee like this. But don’t worry, now that we know that you must have trouble making poopies at home, we can make sure we give you lots of medicine every day here at daycare to help make sure you’re healthy and regular and making big poopy diapers here at daycare every day from now on.”

My little baby brain couldn’t exactly understand what she meant by what she was saying, but it still made me feel even more blushy and embarrassed. Part of me even had a funny feeling that what she said was important… that I would have wanted to know about it at some point… but again, I was just too much of a big baby to make any sense of it.

Soon, she was using handfuls of baby wipes to clean the mess off my crotch, legs and bum. I couldn’t help but coo at the nice cooling sensation of the baby wipes on my dirty bottom.

As I put my head back and closed my eyes, I felt myself falling into a strange, indescribable baby bliss. A strangely magical feeling, unlike any other…

Because I had been so shamefully filthy, so stinky, messy, soggy, and poopy for so long, up till this moment. I had made a big, stinky, babyish mess in my diaper, and I had been helplessly wallowing in my infantile mess for seemingly forever…

But now, here I was, laying back and being gently cleaned by my most wonderful teacher. My amazing teacher, willing to cleanse me of my pathetic, helpless, babyish messes, because I was too much of a baby to do it myself.

I felt so exposed and vulnerable—my private bits were not only laid bare, but were covered in my filthy, shameful mess! And yet in my helpless vulnerability, my privates relished every sensation of her sensuous touch on my butt cheeks… my rosebud… my sack… my tiny shaft…

I was overcome with feelings that felt so naughty and perverted. It felt so wrong to be enjoying her touch in my messy state…

And yet with every cool wipe she used… scrubbing me, wiping me, penetrating me with her fearless, nimble, gloved fingers… the naughty butterflies in my tummy grew more and more, soon making my whole body buzz from head to toe, concentrating in my suddenly rock-hard, standing-tall, throbbing…

“Uh-oh,” Miss Teacher’s voice suddenly rang out. “Looks like we have a naughty little hard peepee down here, don’t we?”

My eyes shot open to see Miss Teacher giving me a knowing, admonishing glance.

“Wanna tell me what this is about, little boy?” She asked, suddenly giving my erect, tiny peepee a little tease with her hand.

“Wha…? I don’t…. I… I…” I peeped. I was speechless.

Suddenly, I remembered enough from my previous diaper changes to remember having similar naughty feelings. And I suddenly remembered how the naughty feelings led to the naughty, naughty sticky mess I had made in my diapee earlier…

“Huh?” She asked me again.

“I dunno!” I squeaked.

“Were you getting naughty feelings down here in your peepee while teacher changed your poopy diaper? Were you having naughty thoughts like a naughty little baby? Like a baby who doesn’t listen to teacher? Huh?” She asked.

I blushed hot red and covered my face again. I didn’t know what to say. I just felt so embarrassed! I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t mean it!

“I dunno!” I squeaked again.

I felt her start to pull away my poopy diaper, then stop and cluck her tongue. “And you know what? Even with that big mess you made in your diaper, I think I still see a very naughty stain in the front of your diapee here from some very, very naughty stickies.”

My heart dropped.

“Young man,” she scolded, her face and tone suddenly terrifyingly stern, “did you make naughty stickies? Did you make naughty stickies in your diapee, even though I explicitly told you, you were never, ever to do that? That it’s a very, very naughty thing to do that only very, very bad babies do? Huh?”

I stared up with wide, terrified eyes. I was frozen with fear. It suddenly felt like my whole world was falling apart. Just seconds ago, I was in the grips of heavenly bliss… and now it felt like I had been dropped into a terrifying nightmare!

“I… I… I…” I stammered, sucking ever-harder on my thumb, my eyes suddenly tearing up.

“Huh? Is that naughty stickies I found in your poopy diaper on not? Answer me!” Miss Teacher boomed.

“Yes!” I screamed, bursting into tears. “I’m sawwy! I’m sawwy Miss Teacher, really! I didn’t mean to! I just… I just… I just… I couldn’t help it!” I squealed in hysterics. “Please, don’t punish me! I couldn’t help it! I’m sorry I had naughty feelings on the diaper changing table again! I pwomise, I’ll never do it again! Never, ever!”

Crushing waves of shame and regret crashed over me, making me feel a hundred times smaller and more pathetic than I already was.

I wailed and bawled like the baby I was for seemingly forever, as I stayed laying on my back on the changing table, my feet still high up in the air, my bottom and genitals exposed, as I sobbed and begged for forgiveness over and over again.

I just wanted to be a good boy for my teacher. I felt so helplessly naughty. I just wanted to disappear. I was so, so, so very sorry.

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay, calm down, it’s okay,” Miss Teacher’s voice finally chimed in after some time. “It’s okay, little baby, it’s okay.”

I slowly started calming down, hiccuping and catching my breath as I felt Miss Teacher pulling my poopy diaper away and finish wiping me squeaky clean downstairs.

“It is?” I hiccuped.

“Yes, baby, it’s okay,” Miss Teacher said, returning from the sink where she washed her hands, and approaching me to look me in the eyes and give my hair an affectionate brush.

“So long as you really couldn’t help it,” she said. “Is that what it was? You just really couldn’t help but make naughty stickies in your messy diaper?”

I gave a whimpering nod.

“Well okay, then,” she said. “Then I suppose you making naughty stickies is just like you peeing or pooping in your pants. You’re just a helpless little baby who can’t help himself, so you need your teachers and Mommy to take care of those things for you, with diapers and other things, right?”

I gave another cautious, whimpering nod.

“Good boy,” Miss Teacher giggled. “Well, I’m glad you agree, and I’m glad we know for sure now that you’re totally helpless to control your terribly naughty, sticky little problem. Don’t worry, before you leave daycare today, we’ll be doing what we need to, to make sure you never, ever, have a naughty, sticky accident in your diapees, ever again. Okay?”

“Otay,” I answered, my thumb in my mouth.

Miss Teacher gave me another big smile, and I felt a huge wave of relief. I didn’t know what she possibly meant, but I was suddenly just so, so happy that she wasn’t mad at me anymore.

“Now, what do you say we get you into a nice, fresh, clean diaper. What do you think?” She asked.

“Yeah!” I shouted with genuine enthusiasm. The comfort of a dry, clean, diaper suddenly sounded like the most wonderful thing in the world.

Miss Teacher giggled, then walked across the room to the diaper shelf.

I watched as she picked one of the thick, adult-sized baby diapers. But to my dismay… I noticed it was all white.

“Oh… uh… uh… Teacher?” I squeaked.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Can uh… can I uh… Can I uh… have one of the other diapees…?”

She paused and gave me an uncertain look. But then, seconds later, she smirked.

“Oh, I know what my baby boy wants,” she said, putting the white diaper back. She returned a second later with a big, puffy, adult-sized diaper, bursting with, to my amazement… colorful dinosaurs.

I was beaming.

“This is what you want, huh? You want a diaper with fun colors and dinosaurs?” She asked as she unfolded the diaper with a smile.

“Yesh!” I sheepishly answered.

“Okay, little baby, okay,” she said with a smile, sliding the clean diaper under my butt. “But only because you’ve been an extra-good baby for teacher during your diaper change.”

I grinned ear to ear, suddenly feeling like the happiest baby in the world.

* * *

Miss Teacher took her time oiling and powdering me up on the changing table. I secretly marveled to myself at how I could go from smelling so stinky and awful, to smelling so wonderfully sweet and fragrant, due to the copious amount of soft, sprinkly baby powder she had rubbed in all over my nether-regions.

She then taped me tight into my new, wonderfully, warm, soft, clean, dry diaper.

When she helped me off the changing table, I beamed with pride as I took in the sight in the mirror—it was me, dressed in nothing but my amazing new rainbow dinosaur diaper!

I suddenly felt like the coolest baby in the world. I even didn’t mind at all that Miss Teacher started walking me out of the changing room while I was still dressed in nothing but my new diaper!

As the door back to the daycare room opened, I noticed all the lights in the room were off now and the shades were drawn. I realized it was nap time.

Miss Teacher led me by the hand to where all the other kids were sleeping on cots. She then helped me into a cot of my own.

As I sat down, I felt myself just about to whine that I wasn’t sleepy, when she suddenly had a warm bottle of milk in her hands. She put the bottle of milk to my lips, and I quickly began thirstily drinking, immediately feeling soothed.

She then helped me lie down in my cot and tucked me in cozy and tight under my blanket. As I continued drinking the milk, I quickly felt my eyelids growing heavy, my whole body growing very, very sleepy.

And my last waking thought before I drifted off to a wonderful slumber, was that I was just the happiest little baby, with the most delicious bottle of warm milk, and the most wonderful, clean, comfy, dry diaper on between my legs.