The pastel sign over the door read DREAMS Daycare, spelled out in cartoon alphabet blocks and big bubble letters, the kind of playful font you’d expect over a kindergarten, if not for the unmistakable adult-sized strollers parked neatly by the wall. Sofia pushed through the glass doors, and the familiar scent of baby powder, ammonia from disinfectant, and ammonia from soggy diapers wafted into her face, eliciting a strange blend of nursery sweetness and clinical control.
The lobby was bustling with its usual end-of-the-day choreography. A few other wives and girlfriends were collecting their men, diaper bags slung casually over their shoulders like purses, chatting amiably with Sitters as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
Near the reception desk, one poor soul was strapped into an oversized pastel-pink stroller, bonnet tied tightly beneath his chin. His mascara had run down his cheeks in dark streaks, and he blubbered openly, hiccuping through his pacifier. His “Mommy,” a no-nonsense woman in heels and a pencil skirt, was standing over him with crossed arms and a thunderous expression.
“Oh, you just WAIT until we get home, missy!” she scolded, jabbing a manicured finger at him. “That ass of yours is going to get lit up like a fucking CHRISTMAS TREE!!”
He let out a strangled whimper, the stroller creaking as he squirmed helplessly and was pushed out the door. Passersby didn’t even flinch. Scenes like this were as ordinary here as picking up boys from soccer practice.
Across the room, another “little boy” knelt miserably at his partner’s feet while she adjusted the buttons on his romper. His thick, bulging diaper sagged visibly between his thighs, yellowed and crinkly, and she gave it a sharp pat that made him yelp and blush. “Don’t you dare leak on the car seat again,” she warned, popping a pacifier into his mouth. "Otherwise you'll be riding home with that diaper around your face!"
A third was kneeling by the cubbies in nothing but a short T-shirt and clear plastic pants, clearly waiting to be collected. The swollen, brown-tinged bulk beneath the plastic was fully on display, leaving no doubt that his last change had been quite a while ago. His sitter and his girlfriend were discussing his “behavior chart” with cheerful detachment, as if the state of his diaper wasn’t even worth mentioning.
Sofia took it all in with the faint smile of someone used to this strange new world since the Matriarchy took over. She adjusted the strap of her sleek black bag on her shoulder and stepped fully into the room.
“Mrs. Lennox! Perfect timing,” a chirpy voice called.
Sofia turned toward the sound, her eyes already finding the familiar of her husband sitting near the diaper changing station in the corner.
Kelsey--her husband's designated Sitter--stood as Sofia approached, holding a laminated chart like a proud pre-school teacher. “He was such a sweet boy today!” she sang. “Really, night and day from last week.”
Sofia raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Kelsey bubbled, clearly delighted to give her little report. “First off, he ate all his num-nums at lunch. Even the peas. You know how much he hates the peas! Usually he’ll purse his lips and make that little face, like he’s being poisoned.” She giggled, mimicking his scrunched-up expression. Noah’s cheeks flushed pink. “But not today! He opened up nice and wide and swallowed every bite without a single complaint. I didn’t even have to pinch his nose and pry his mouth open!”
Sofia smirked down at him. “Wow. I'm impressed!”
“Uh-huh!” Kelsey nodded enthusiastically. “And then, get this, he finished both his ba-ba’s, even the one labeled special milk.” She gave Sofia a meaningful little look. “He wrinkled his nose at it for a second, of course, but then he guzzled it down without a peep. Like a champ!” She patted his back, coaxing a small burp out of him before he could stop it.
Sofia laughed. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. So I gave him some extra cawwot juice as a little treat.”
She flipped to the next section of the chart and lowered her voice just enough to make Noah squirm. “And we had not one but two poopy diapers today!! One during story time, right in the middle of ‘Goodnight Moon’, and the second one during free play on the mat. He doesn’t seem to be holding back anymore. I catch him popping a squat pretty often now and just… pushing one out.” She gave Sofia a knowing smile. “I think somewon's getting used to going poo poo in his pampers!! Aren't joo, widdle guy??” She emphasized that last part by tugging on Noah's rosy cheeks and forcing him to make a begrudging nod.
Sofia chuckled softly at her husband, who was now fidgeting and refusing to meet her gaze.
“But he didn’t make a fuss during changies!” Kelsey continued brightly. “Not one kick, no whining, no twisting away. I didn’t even have to strap him down. He lifted his legs for me like such a good little helper so I could wipe his tushy nice and clean!!” She reached over and gave his padded bottom an affectionate pat, making him jolt. “It was honestly kind of cute.”
She flipped the chart again. “And,” she added, leaning in conspiratorially, “we didn’t have the same problem as last week. He played with three different vibrating toys today, and not once did he try to sneak one down onto his diaper. He's finally learning to keep his busy hands where they belong.”
Sofia let out a soft laugh. “That’s progress.”
Kelsey’s grin turned sly. “And speaking of those hands: remember that little sissy he was getting all touchy-feely with last week?” She narrowed her brows. “Well, guess what? Today he caught that same frilly troublemaker making humpies inside the ball pit. And believe it or not, Noah came straight over to tattle on his little friend! The very same sissy he was helping make a goo-goo in their diaper just a few days ago! He marched right up like a smug little hall monitor, practically glowing.” She gave a delighted little laugh. “We let him join in on the punishment, too. He helped us hold the sissy down while we shoved a plug in and locked her in new, spikey chastity cage. Then we handed Noah the paddle, it only took 20 good swats for him to make the poor widdle sissy cry like a little girl. He gave her another 20 after that!”
Sofia raised a brow, smirking down at Noah.
Kelsey chuckled. “Didn’t hold back for a second. He loved every moment of it.”
Noah couldn’t hide his grin this time; his chest swelled with smug pride.
"Someone’s learning to be a good little helper!” Sofia mused, mystified.
Kelsey tapped the chart with her pen. “He's really turned over a new leaf. He’s not nearly as defiant anymore. No pouting, no backtalk, no whining about his pissy diapers. Just sweet, soggy compliance.”
Sofia gave a knowing little smile. “Well, we’ve been working with him at home. I think it helps that he’s got a Daddy-figure in the house now to keep him in line.”
"Oh?" Kelsey’s eyebrows lifted, intrigued.
“My boyfriend doesn’t tolerate attitude,” Sofia added casually. “He spanks harder than I do, and we’ve found plenty of ways to keep that smart mouth of his busy.”
Kelsey let out a delighted laugh. “Ohhh, I bet you have. That explains why he’s been so much quieter lately.” She gave Noah a teasing look, clearly enjoying the way his ears turned red. “Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s paying off. He was so good today, the widdle guy earned himself a gold star!”
Sofia’s expression softened into something unmistakably proud. She looked down at Noah and gave a small, satisfied nod. “I knew he’d get there eventually,” she said, her voice warm but firm. “He just needed time to accept his new life. That this is the way things are going to be from now on. I think he was still clinging onto hope that he would eventually get to use the toilet again some day. But enough time stewing in his own filth seems to have helped the message sink in.”
Noah shifted awkwardly beside them, cheeks burning as the two women shared an approving look over his head.
Sofia let out a small sigh, her tone softening even more. “I really do appreciate everything you all do here. I know he’s been a handful these past few weeks.” She glanced down at him again, watching the shy flicker of pride he couldn’t quite hide. “But… maybe he’s earned a little treat tonight.”
Kelsey perked up immediately, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ooooh, really? A treat?” She leaned in playfully. “What are we talking here?Some...grown-up time? A little naughty reward to keep him motivated?”
Sofia burst out laughing, loud and genuine, turning a few heads nearby. “Oh, please! Nothing like that. That ship has sailed, trust me.” She waved the idea off. “It’s hard to feel romantic with someone whose poopy diapers you’ve changed more times than you can count.”
Kelsey laughed along, shaking her head. “Fair point!”
“No,” Sofia said, still chuckling. “He’ll get one minute. That’s it. Sixty seconds of uncaged tummy time.”
Kelsey’s grin turned wicked. “Ahhh, now that makes sense. Honestly, after the way he was leaking through that cage during changies today, I doubt he’ll last even half that!”
Noah flushed a deep red, squirming under their shared amusement. But Sofia only smirked, reaching back to give his padded backside a firm pat. “We’ll see,” she said. “It’s his gold-star day, after all. Might as well let him enjoy it.”
Noah’s blush deepened as Sofia adjusted the strap of her bag. She unclasped the buckle and slipped a hand inside, pulling out the large, penis-shaped pacifier and popping it straight into his mouth in one smooth, practiced motion. He let out a startled little whimper, but accepted it without protest.
“Let’s get going, little guy… we don’t want to keep Daddy waiting,” she said, giving him a light tap on his bulging cheeks, “You know he gets cranky when his balls are full. Say goodbye to Miss Kelsey!”
Noah squirmed, his diaper giving a soft crinkle as he lifted his hand in a shy wave. “Buh-bye, Mith Kelthey…” he lisped around his winky binky.
Kelsey giggled. “Aww!!! Bye, sweet boy!! See you tomorrow! And try to last longer than fifteen seconds this time, okay? Enjoy yourself a widdle bit before making a sticky spurt spurt! You can do it, big guy!"
Noah’s entire face went scarlet, and he made a helpless little noise behind the pacifier.
Sofia snorted, clearly enjoying herself. She gave his padded backside another firm, guiding pat. “Come on, baby. It’s time for your other feeding. Daddy’s got a nice big cock full of warm milk waiting for you. Mmm, you’re just getting all kinds of ba-ba’s today, aren’t you??”
Noah reactively suckled the penis paci as he followed on his hands and knees, the thick padding forcing him to crawl in a slow, waddling shuffle.
The daycare was winding down for the evening, but the place was far from quiet. A cluster of wives stood near the reception desk, chatting breezily as if discussing after-school pickups, except their “boys” were grown men strapped into strollers, ready for departure.
Off to the side, a frilly, pink-clad sissy was in the middle of a full-blown tantrum, stomping his mary janes against the tile, puffy sleeves ruffling on his pent up shoulders as he shrieked through his pacifier about something no one else seemed to care about.
Nearby, another was bent over his wife’s knee right there on the bench, her hand coming down in sharp, rhythmic swats as a jaded looking Sitter looked on with arms crossed.
One woman walked toward the exit with her husband crawling obediently at her side, a short harness strap clipped to his back. She didn’t even look down at him as she guided him along, sipping her coffee and scrolling through her phone with the casual ease of someone walking a well-trained dog. Across the room, a man knelt sniffling with his nose against the wall, mittens clipped together behind his romper, while two women discussed his behavior in calm, managerial tones as if reviewing performance evaluations.
The air was thick with the crinkle of plastic, the scent of powder and formula, and the quiet, resigned babbling of grown men who had learned their place. The women, by contrast, moved with brisk confidence: guiding, scolding, laughing, managing. Completely at ease in their roles.
Sofia didn’t break stride as she crossed through it all, heels clicking against the tile. Noah trailed behind on all fours, flushed and pacified. As they exited the Adult Daycare, the light shone bright on the pavement, reflecting into his eyes. But nothing shown as bright as the sticker that was planted on the seat of his diaper: his very first gold star.
Image credit goes to aislopmaxxx on imagefap.
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