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Time for a ham roast!
I didn't write this, it's part of a story I found online. I've never got over how awesome the experience in the kitchen sounds though. I'mm just not sure who's role I'd like to be in, spectator, chef, or the guy who gets the apple 🤩.. ok ok, so I'd probably chose the apple...
Enjoy...
Mr Trenton was struggling up the stairs with his bags of shopping when he was passed by Joey from his neighbouring apartment.
"Hey Mr Trenton, you need a hand with that lot?" the boy asked.
"Thanks Joey - can you take these." He handed over two full bags and then rearranged the rest. Between them they made it up the next two flights of stairs to their landing.
"I'll open up Mr Trenton," offered Joey. He took the keys from the man's coat pocket and opened the door. They entered and settled all the bags on the kitchen counter.
"Can I offer you a soda Joey?"
"Sure, thanks," the boy grinned. He was a rather sleepy-eyed nineteen year old but Trenton admired the young man's slim attractive body which he glanced at out of the corner of his eye while he opened the fridge.
Joey may have looked a bit dumb, an appearance no doubt reinforced by his blond hair and thick eyelashes, but he was quick-witted enough to know that the guy was checking him out. He was flattered really - after all he had many admirers already at his new work place, Hill's Fine Meats. He had recently arrived in the town to seek work experience in the food industry and was real pleased with his new position. Joey had grown up on a small ranch raising various livestock, mainly beef but also a few longpigs which had been supplied to Hill's Fine meats. His Pop knew Marek Hill a little so his introduction had been easy.
Trenton and Joey chatted a bit and then Trenton began to unpack. He took out several parcels of meat and put them on the counter.
"Hey that's from where I work now!" exclaimed Joey pointing to the Hill's Fine Meat label.
"Wow that's cool!" Trenton suddenly flushed and looked a little excited. "I have always wanted to see around that place. All those naked longpigs must be kinda hot eh?"
"Oh yeah - plenty of cute guys - er I mean meat - and all available if I am feeling horny." The boy blushed, "Which I kinda am most of the time."
"Do you work in the slaughterhouse?"
"Nah - I work in the livestock pens, handling the meat and preparing the auctions. Lots of cleaning up."
"I have never been to an auction - I have always wanted to go though."
"Well I can let you in one time if you like? You'd have to be careful - I don't think they like people just looking around but if you were with me I could probably swing it with my overseer. He's a cool guy." Joey grinned straight at Trenton who caught the boy's blue eyes.
"I'd like that Joey - I really would. I have always wondered what it was like in one of Hill's Auctions. Must be quite an experience. Even for the longpigs... er do they enjoy it too Joey?" Trenton looked at the boy.
"Yeah I guess so Mr Trenton," the boy looked up innocently, "But they don't get much say in the matter by then, they just have to go with the programme."
"Oh yeah - I guess so"
"The farm bred longpigs are all excited by it for sure - after all that's what they have been bred for all their lives and they are conditioned to accept it and to want to make a good price at auction. But some of the volunteers get a little antsy when the reality of the situation dawns on them after they have been sold."
"Volunteers? Do you have many volunteers?" Mr Trenton spoke quickly and hoarsely as the nerves constricted his throat.
"Not many but a few - and then there are those that try out the experience in the Charity Auctions."
"Charity Auctions...?"
"Yeah, they're a kind of lottery for the rich people who bring along boyfriends and workers who volunteer to go through the Auction to raise money for charity - but they are mostly released afterwards and returned to human status."
"Mostly?" Trenton looked interested at that.
Joey grinned again, "Well they have a lottery and one or two of the charity volunteers gets to provide the meat for the evening celebrations. Must be a bummer if they weren't expecting it eh, Mr Trenton?"
"Well they volunteered so I guess they knew what they were getting into."
"Sure but I don't really understand the volunteers - they want the experience and all the sex in the livestock pens and from the guests - but they are on a one way journey ending up in the kitchen." Joey shrugged his shoulders and looks questioningly at the older man. "I mean who would want that? I just don't understand it."
"Oh..." Mr Trenton gulped, "I don't know - I think I can sorta understand it. I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to be a longpig."
"No shit Mr Trenton - does that turn you on?" The boy looked surprised but also very interested.
"Yes Joey it does - but I also like it here and I am not sure I am ready to end up in the kitchen for real yet."
"What do you like about it exactly?" Joey asked excitedly.
"I... I don't quite ... quite know exactly," he stuttered.
"Sorry Mr Trenton I didn't mean to pry - but I am real curious about it - would be useful to know a bit more about what makes people want to be longpigs. Might help me in my work with the livestock."
"Well Joey I'm not real sure about it myself yet. It has been an idea growing in my mind for a while now. And as I am 35 now I know it would need to be soon if I have chance of being good meat."
"No problems - you look good and I am sure ya would sell well."
Trenton realised that they were quickly slipping into talking about him just as meat - and the idea made his dick hard. Which Joey noticed.
"Hey I can see that the idea is turning you on now!" Joey smirked at Trenton who reddened and turned away. "It's fine with me - I see it every day at work anyway with the other longpigs." Trenton looked back at the handsome farmboy and smiled. "If you want it why don't you just report as a volunteer longpig like many other guys do? It's not difficult.
"You see Joey I just need to be sure that it is what I really want. After all it is a one way ticket and all."
"Yeah for sure but I've heard it said that a longpig always knows it is a longpig for real."
"Well it's not clear for me just yet I guess." Joey looked into Trentons sad face and began to think.
"So how would you be able to work out if you are really destined as a longpig?" Joey asked.
"I don't know - perhaps I need to find out more about it all first. Perhaps you could show me round Hill's Fine Meats one day so I can see what happens."
"I can do better than that Mr Trenton." Joey's face brightened as a great idea occurred to him. "There's a Charity Auction this weekend and if you agree I could let you try out being a longpig for just a short time. Maybe you could be displayed at the sale - and I can make notes of what people say about your meat. And you can get to see if the experience feels right to ya." Joey was excited with his idea and Trenton just stared at him open mouthed. The idea seemed too good to be true - and now his cock was rock hard in his pants.
"Fuck, Joey, that would be great - but would it be allowed?"
"It's not really against the rules though we would have to be careful and not distract any of the good customers otherwise Mr Hill might get annoyed with me. But I can deal with that."
"Oh god this sounds great - I can't wait!" Trenton was shaking just thinking about it. "So what would it involve exactly?"
"Well I and two other guys will be responsible for putting all the longpigs in the display stocks in the pre-auction inspection arena. There will be about thirty of them - about two thirds will be for the charity auction and some others will be also sold in the usual way. I guess we could just make sure that there is an extra display station and then put you in it. We will all be there attending the livestock and offering help to any of the potential purchasers. I can stay close to you and keep an eye out for you. But you will have to be prepared to look just like any of the other longpigs. What do ya say to that Mr Trenton."
"I think that would be fine Joey, in fact more than fine. The idea is making me very hot and I know it will really help me make up my mind if I am destined for the kitchens one day."
"That's cool Mr Trenton - this should be fun and I am pleased to be able to help out. Anything for a neighbour." Joey moved to go and shook hands with Trenton. They smiled at each other. As Joey stood at the door Trenton spoke again: "Er Joey - I think you can just call me Trenton now - like everyone else - none of that mister anymore."
"Sure Trenton - though when you are pretending to to be a longpig I guess I wont call you anything much - except maybe 'longpig' or 'piggie'." The blond boy laughed at this and moved down the corridor to his own apartment.
"Bye Trenton - I'll be round on Friday evening to get you ready for the weekend."
Trenton closed his door and then started to breathe again. He realised he was shaking with excitement.
**
On Friday evening Joey arrived ready for work at Trenton's apartment. He had a bag with equipment which Trenton eyed curiously but Joey just put it down. He explained to Trenton that if he really wanted to experience what it was like being a real longpig then he would have to start getting used to it right away. And that meant not asking any questions but just doing as he was told. After all longpigs were just livestock and whoever heard of pigs or sheep asking questions? Joey laughed at this but Trenton just blushed and nodded slowly.
Joey also explained that they had to be careful not to get into trouble with Mr Hill, which might be caused by any of the customers being annoyed by a longpig that was not really for sale or if it looked like they were just paying around. This meant that it all had to look totally genuine and that Trenton had to look like a real longpig.
It took about an hour to get him ready. His body was shaved all over. His head hair was also cut short. Joey used clippers on the nails, both hands and feet. And then Joey took some pliers and clipped a green tag to his right ear.
Soon Trenton found himself standing naked in front of his mirror admiring how much he looked like a shop ready longpig. He was turned on and his dick was rock hard in front of him. Joey laughed at it.
"I guess you're going to have some real fun tomorrow!" The young man left soon after, telling Trenton to get a good night's sleep and take care not to eat anything and only drink water.
In the morning Trenton was waiting, dressed in old and loose clothes, for Joey. They went out to Joey's truck and Trenton hesitated by the passenger door.
"No you go in the back now - that's where longpigs belong. If anyone sees you they will just think you are being taken for a ride anyway."
The journey was short and soon they were pulling into the parking lot at the back of the Hill's Meat complex. There were many buildings around, some were quite smart, with elegant windows. These were the entertainment suites and the dining rooms. There was a barbecue area and a pool. Many young men were busy cleaning and setting out tables.
Joey told Trenton to remove his clothes. When he was standing naked the young man fixed a standard leather collar and leash to him and then led him across the yard, round the buildings and down an alley which opened up into a series of rougher buildings for the ranching and livestock area. It was already busy with livestock being moved around to preparation rooms, washing areas and to the kitchens.
"We can have a quick look around if you like - having you in clothes would have been difficult as they dont encourage too many tourists here - but like this you look just another piece of livestock being taken around." Trenton smiled but said nothing as he had been told that longpigs did not speak much.
Joey led him though a large doorway and down a corridor into a large open kitchen. Inside they were greeted by a young chef standing at a large table on which was a longpig being prepared for the oven.
"Hey Joey is that my number two roaster?"
"Nah - sorry, Seth, this is one for the charity auction."
"Pity. Some good meat on that one though it will need a good long slow roast to make it properly tender. Who knows - perhaps it will get lucky in the lottery after the auction - and end up here after all!"
The handsome chef put down the basting brush that he had been using to apply a sticky coat of marinade all over the trussed up longpig bound to a roasting pan. He came over to Joey and his livestock and began to check the animal over. Trenton stood still as the young man expertly felt his muscles, pulled open his ass cheeks, looked inside his mouth.
"Yeah - that's good healthy meat." He then grabbed Trenton's hard dick. "And it looks like the meat is all excited and ready for this too eh?" The two guys laughed as Trenton blushed.
"Sure is - this one's very obedient." Joey caught Trenton's eye and smirked a little.
"Well I gotta get this one into the oven - it takes nearly eight hours to cook and this one is for the evening servings. The meat for lunch is already in."
Joey took the edge of the pan and slid it onto a wheeled trolled the same height as the preparation table. Trenton could see the longpig blink, its eyes looking funny as the face was totally covered in basting sauce too. The longpig was about 20 years old and clearly excited by its present predicament judging by its hard dick. It was on its knees leaning forward, it legs apart so that its balls hung down clearly. It was surrounded by peeled potatoes, parsnips, onions and other vegetables and there was a huge carrot stuffed in its ass. Round the front it rested on its elbows with its forearms, like its calves, tightly bound with cooking twine and fixed to eye bolts attached to the bottom of the pan. The longpig's head rested on a low metal chin rest which held the head up but the chest was low down, almost touching the bottom of the pan.
Seth then took a large bowl filled with small tied bunches of herbs. He inserted these into the various crevices of the longpig's crouching body: armpits, back of the knees, elbows, tops of the thighs. He tied a bunch around the scrotum and fastened a garland of herbs around the neck too and then he took an apple with twine threaded though its core and paced it in the animal's mouth, tying the twine behind his head to keep it in place. Then Seth finished by wrapping the hands and feet in tin foil to stop them cooking too dry before the rest of the meat was cooked properly.
"Hey Joey can you give me a hand?" The two guys wheeled the longpig over to the large oven. Seth opened the door and a blast of hot air came out that even reached Trenton. The longpig whimpered a little and tensed.
"Too late to back out now my little piggie - you are going to be delicious." Seth laughed and patted the longpig on its upturned rump. He manoevered it round and the two men pushed it ass-first into the oven, sliding the large pan from the trolley onto the cooking rail. The animal's face was twisted in a grimace but Trenton could see that it was shuddering slightly as it orgasmed, shooting onto a bed of onions placed there for that purpose!
Seth closed the oven door: "Another happy customer on its way!" The two guys high fived each other and then turned away from the oven, ignoring the longpig, leaving it to its fate in the heat. Trenton had no idea how long it would be conscious but did not think it would be long. Meanwhile the chef returned to his table and began clearing up. Around them the calm and busy atmosphere in the kitchen carried on, unconcerned about the final heated moments of the longpigs life. After all, this happened many times a day in these kitchens.
Trenton stood patiently to one side watching all this. He was naked and his dick was hard showing his arousal at it all. He wondered what it would be like for him when one day he converted to being livestock for real. He realised the day would come for sure - he felt a true affinity with the animal that had just been put in the oven - but he wanted to enjoy it for now first.
"See ya later Seth," said Joey, "I've got lots of work to do before the auction buyers arrive. I'd better get this one secured in a cage for now." He indicated Trenton and pulled on the leash. Trenton followed quickly and they went out in the yard again and round a corner. There were several empty cages along one wall and Joey put Trenton in one, leaving him there.
Trenton sat down cross-legged by the gate and relaxed. He watched the comings and going around him with a keen interest. The place was become steadily busier as various people scurried about preparing for the day's events. Soon he heard cars pulling up at the main entrance which he could just see though a gap in the buildings. There seemed to be quite a large crowd. No one took any notice of Trenton. He was just another longpig waiting in a cage.
"Better get you out and into the inspection yard now. It wont be open to buyers for an hour but I still have plenty of work to do - and if you are already on display there is less chance of anyone asking questions." Joey said when he returned.
Joey led Trenton across a dusty open space and they entered the inspection yard through a latched gate. It was surrounded by a post and board fence and had dozens of T shaped stocks. They went over to the furthest corner and Joey select the post. He unclipped the leash and then bent Trenton forward placing his neck in the large groove of the stocks and his hands in the smaller ones at either side. Then he placed the top section and screwed the two security fixings in place at either end.
He went round to Trenton's rear and fixed his ankles with short rope to bolts in the ground that kept his legs apart allowing easy inspection of his balls and ass.
"You will have to stay there for a while and keep quiet while the other livestock is brought in for the auction inspection. Don't speak to anyone even if they ask you a question - which is very unlikely anyway. I'll leave instructions here that all inquiries should come to me."
Joey wrote on a small card and attached it to the stocks on the opposite side to Trenton's head. He realised that this was the 'front' of the stocks and that he was being properly presented ass first, as this was the meat that the buyers would be interested in - not his head, which was of secondary interest.
Joey stroked Trenton's back. "Hope you enjoy this, meat. You look good like that - I'm sure there'll be some buyers who look at you seriously." As he said this Trenton's cock stiffened fully and started to drip a little. He really felt like meat now.
"You'd better hope that I don't get offered a really high price for your meat. I might just be tempted ya know!"
"Er.. Joey..."
"No talking, longpig! You are just a meat animal now!" The young man laughed quietly. "Good livestock, all ready and presented for sale! But don't worry too much - I will check any serious offers with you first." And Joey strolled away from Trenton chuckling to himself. Soon Trenton was all alone in the inspection compound. Waiting...
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No more cookies and milk. Can’t say I blame him
Gotta say, that’s not the kind of fruit I thought I’d be walking out with, but it’s honestly better. With a double date all ready, now I just need to decide which one me and my buddy each get.
Donna’s baby
“Ry Ry, it's almost time for jammies, little man!" Ryan's mother Donna called out in a sing-song voice from the brightly lit kitchen, where she was busily preparing a mouthwatering spread of game time favorites for the Super Bowl party that was set to kick off in just a couple short hours. Donna carefully arranged platters of crispy chicken” wings, gooey nachos, and fresh veggies with dip, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her 30-year-old son Ryan and the challenging adjustment of having him back home. It had been a difficult transition for everyone involved, but in her heart, Donna knew with unwavering certainty that she was doing the right thing for Ryan. Just a few weeks prior, a distraught Ryan had called his mother, sobbing uncontrollably as he desperately begged for a place to stay after a devastating double-whammy - getting abruptly fired from his job and callously evicted from his apartment all in the same fateful day. But Donna, her patience worn thin from the relentless cycle of Ryan crawling back to her again and again without ever getting his life together, wanted to put her foot down. She was utterly sick and tired of her grown son acting no better than a helpless baby. But in that moment of frustration, a brilliant idea suddenly struck Donna. She agreed to let Ryan come home, but with some very specific rules and conditions. Donna threw herself into completely remodeling the spare bedroom, transforming it into an adorable, perfectly sized nursery tailor-made just for her special little man. She meticulously decorated the room and stocked it with everything she would need to lovingly care for her big baby boy.
Donna beamed with pride and joy as she surveyed the newly transformed nursery, taking in every delightful detail. The once bland, lifeless walls now radiated a cheerful baby blue hue, their upper borders adorned with a playful motif of pacifiers, safety pins, and baby bottles dancing across the room. Nestled against one wall stood a magnificent, gleaming white crib, its spacious interior brimming with an assortment of stuffed animals, their soft bodies resting atop a pristine white sheet peppered with charming blue and grey baby dinosaurs. Above, a whimsical dinosaur mobile swayed gently, poised to serenade the room's future occupant with soothing lullabies. Across the room, an impressive white dresser commanded attention, its drawers overflowing with an abundance of adorably oversized baby boy clothes, while a matching changing table stood at the ready, fully equipped with a stockpile of ample diapers, wipes, and all the essential accoutrements for baby care. Alongside the changing station, a sizable white diaper pail proudly displayed the words "Baby Ry Ry's stinky diapees" in a charming baby blue font, a testament to the love and attention to detail poured into every corner of this special space. With a contented sigh, Donna turned and exited the nursery, her heart full of anticipation for the arrival of her precious baby. In the days prior, she had tirelessly assembled Ryan's new playpen and the imposing white Graco highchair, before installing his generously proportioned blue and grey Graco car seat and tucking the matching stroller neatly into the trunk. Exhausted but immensely satisfied with her accomplishments, Donna sank into the welcoming embrace of the couch, savoring a moment of well-deserved respite. Just then, a familiar voice rang out, jolting her back to reality: "Mom, I'm home! You need to pay the cab fare!"
After begrudgingly paying the cab fare for her petulant son, Donna wasted no time in administering a much-needed dose of tough love and discipline. With swift, purposeful movements, she yanked down Ryan's pants and dirty underwear, exposing his bare bottom to the cool air. In one fluid motion, she pulled him over her lap, his naked rear end vulnerable and unprotected. Donna proceeded to rain down a merciless barrage of spanks, her palm connecting sharply with his tender flesh as she sternly explained the new rules and expectations she was putting in place for her wayward son. Ryan howled in protest, his indignant cries of "No you can't! I'm not a baby, I won't let you!" echoing through the room. But as the sting of the spanking intensified, his defiant yells dissolved into uncontrollable sobs, his body writhing helplessly across his mother's knees. "What's that, baby? Mommy can't understand your babbling under all that pitiful crying," Donna taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You must have said 'Yes Mommy, I'll be a good boy!'" She then roughly stood Ryan up, leaving him half-naked and trembling before her, his pants bunched around his ankles. He rubbed his blazing red bottom, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered pitifully, his tiny penis on mortifying display. "Well, is baby going to behave now that he knows Mommy's in charge?" Donna demanded. Meekly, Ryan mumbled a barely audible "Yes Mommy," causing a satisfied smile to spread across his mother's face. "Good baby!" she cooed condescendingly. "Now that we've got that settled, it's time for baby's bath!" Gleefully, Donna took her son's hand in an iron grip and marched him to the bathroom, Ryan waddling awkwardly the entire way, his pants and underwear still shackled around his ankles. In a flurry of activity, Donna stripped off the rest of Ryan's clothes, leaving him as naked and vulnerable as a newborn. She began filling the tub with warm, soapy water before grabbing a can of shaving cream. To Ryan's horror, his mother slathered the cream all over his genitals and bottom, proceeding to meticulously shave away every last trace of his pubic hair. "Mom, please don't!" Ryan begged, his face burning with humiliation. "Now, now, Ry-Ry, little boys don't have big boy hair, do they, babykins?" Donna retorted, roughly bending him over to remove any stubble from his rear. With Ryan's body now as smooth and hairless as an infant's, Donna retrieved an oversized baby blue baby bath seat from the linen closet. She plunked it into the sudsy water before unceremoniously lifting her mortified son and placing him into the infantile contraption, ready to subject him to the ultimate indignity of a baby's bath.
Ryan squirmed and whimpered in utter humiliation as his mother's soapy fingers probed and cleansed every intimate crevice of his body, leaving no private area untouched. He wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor and disappear forever, his cheeks burning with the shame of being bathed like a helpless infant by his own mother. But Donna was undeterred by her son's embarrassment, determined that he become accustomed to her seeing and handling every part of him. She efficiently drained the tub and scooped up her freshly scrubbed little Ry Ry, wrapping him snugly in a soft, absorbent towel adorned with playful dinosaur prints. With a warm, reassuring smile, Donna swiftly hoisted the naked, vulnerable man onto her hip and carried him out of the bathroom. They crossed the hall to a door emblazoned with diapered baby dinosaurs and the words "Baby Ry Ry's Nursery" spelled out in a soothing, pastel blue font. Donna turned the knob and stepped inside, gently laying Ryan down on the padded surface of a brand new changing table. She secured the strap firmly across his waist, ensuring he would remain safe and in place. Overwhelmed by the infantile sights and decor surrounding him, Ryan burst into uncontrollable sobs, tears streaming down his face. Donna quickly silenced his cries by popping a large, blue pacifier emblazoned with "Mommy's Little Stinker" into his quivering mouth. "There, there, baby," she cooed reassuringly, "Everything will be alright." Reaching under the table, Donna retrieved a thick, crinkly Pamper diaper, unfolding it and sliding it deftly under Ryan's hairless bottom. She generously coated his sensitive areas with diaper rash cream, paying special attention to his tiny penis and smooth buttocks. A liberal dusting of sweet-smelling baby powder followed. Then, to Ryan's shock and dismay, Donna inserted several large suppositories deep into his hairless anus, causing him to yelp and squeal in discomfort. Finally, she pulled the front of the diaper up snugly and fastened the tapes securely around his waist, eliciting a pathetic whimper from her babified son. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it baby?" Donna grinned, playfully scratching the Paw Patrol characters peeking out from the waistband of his Pamper. Opening a drawer, she selected a thin, white onesie trimmed in blue, with the phrase "Poop Happens!" boldly emblazoned across the chest. In a matter of moments, the soft fabric was wrapped around Ryan's body, the snaps fastened firmly over his bulky diaper, sealing him into the babyish garment. With a click, Donna unbuckled the changing table strap, picked up her diapered son, and settled him on her hip once more. She carried him to the living room and placed him gently in his playpen, along with a bottle of warm formula. Resigned to his fate, Ryan begrudgingly began to nurse from the bottle as soon as his mother removed his pacifier, the new infantile routine now his inescapable reality.
On a busy Sunday evening a few weeks later, Ryan laid contentedly on his playmat, nursing a warm bottle of formula as his mother Donna busied herself in his nursery, carefully selecting a fresh diaper and jammies for her little one's bedtime. Just as she emerged from the nursery, her arms full of diapering supplies and soft jammies, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of her eagerly-awaited party guests. "Hi guys, I'm so sorry, I'm just trying to get the baby all ready for night-nights!" Donna explained apologetically as she welcomed her friends inside. "Oh no worries at all, Donna! We've all been there," one of the women replied with an understanding smirk. As the guests settled in and began enjoying refreshments, a pungent odor suddenly permeated the air, emanating from the former grown man lying on the playmat. Ryan's face scrunched up in concentration as he grunted and strained, much to his mother's amused delight, until it became quite apparent that he had produced a rather sizable load in his pamper, punctuated by his plaintive cries. "Oh Ry-Ry, did mommy's little man make a big stinky?" Donna cooed as she gently flipped her son onto his back and peeked inside the elastic leg band of his diaper to confirm her suspicions. "Pee-yew, what a stinky baby!" she announced playfully, unfastening the tapes to reveal the impressive mess within. As Donna's friends watched in a mix of awe and amusement, she deftly lifted Ryan's bottom and began thoroughly cleaning the large poop from his skin, efficiently removing the soiled diaper and replacing it with a fresh, overnight pamper. She meticulously wiped every nook and cranny before generously applying a thick layer of Desitin and a dusting of sweet-smelling baby powder, then securely fastened the Barney-themed diaper across his waist. The women couldn't help but exchange knowing smirks at the surreal sight before them—a full-grown man being changed and diapered like an infant. With the change complete, Donna carefully dressed Ryan in his soft, white, engine -themed baby jammies, replacing his bottle with his “Mommy’s little stinker” pacifier before scooping him up and placing him on her hip. "Okay baby, it's night-night time," she cooed lovingly, as her friends gathered around to bid him goodnight. "Night-night, baby!" they chorused, gently tickling Ryan's tummy as Donna carried him off to the sanctuary of his nursery for a peaceful slumber.
Tommy’s 2nd babyhood
Rachel found herself in a state of utter despair and confusion as the man she once knew and loved had seemingly vanished, replaced by a childlike imitation that bore little resemblance to her husband Tom. The transformation had been gradual yet unmistakable, starting when Tom lost his job and spiraled into a deep depression, spending his days sulking at home, immersed in infantile television programs, creating messes, and throwing temper tantrums that shook the very foundations of their marriage. Despite Rachel's valiant efforts to communicate with her husband and understand the root of his regression, Tom continued to slip further away, his accidents becoming more frequent and his behavior more erratic. With a heavy heart, Rachel found herself replacing her husband's underwear with pull-ups, a decision met with indifference by Tom who seemed content to regress further into a state of helpless infancy with each passing day. Desperate for guidance and support, Rachel turned to her mother Janet, hoping for a glimmer of wisdom that could illuminate a path forward. Janet's words were blunt and uncompromising, cutting through the fog of uncertainty with a clarity that left Rachel reeling. "Honey, your husband is gone," Janet declared, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "You have two choices: give him what he needs or divorce him. If you still love him, you know what to do, but your husband and wife relationship is over. He is not going to get better; he will be your baby and everything that entails." The weight of her mother's words settled heavily upon Rachel's shoulders as she grappled with the gravity of her situation. Yet, even in the midst of her turmoil, a flicker of determination sparked within her, and with Janet's unwavering support, Rachel set about making the necessary preparations for her husband's new reality, knowing that their lives would never be the same.
A few days later, Tommy happily played on the living room floor, pacified and dressed in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pajamas his mother-in-law Janet had bought him. He sat on his Paw Patrol play mat, heavily diapered after yet another change from Janet. "Oh Mom, he looks absolutely adorable in those jammies! Thank you so much," Rachel, Tommy's former wife now his his “mommy”, gushed to her mother as she watched Tommy start nursing his bottle of formula, his eyes glued to his favorite show Bluey playing on the TV. Janet chuckled, "You're very welcome, honey! That pamper of his sure fills out those pajamas, doesn't it?" Rachel grabbed her car keys, eager for a date night out and some much-needed adult conversation. She bent down gracefully and pecked her former husband on the forehead, reminding him to be a good boy for his nana. Tommy simply smiled around the nipple of his bottle as he suckled the nourishing white liquid, his attention quickly returning to the colorful characters on the screen. With Rachel gone for the evening, Janet was left to babysit her son-in-law, under strict orders to have him tucked into his crib before 6pm, leaving precious little time. As Tommy giggled, his bottle nearly empty, he began to grunt, his face flushing a deep crimson as a foul stench wafted up from beneath his jammies - a scent Janet knew all too well. "Pee-yew, what a stinky boy Tommy is! Did baby make a poopy in his didees for Nana?" Janet singsonged. She bent down, tugging Tommy's pajama bottoms down to his ankles. Lifting his legs, she sniffed his bottom before flipping him over and peeking inside the elastic waistband of his diaper to confirm her suspicions. "Okay stinky pants, let's go get that tushie changed and then it's night-night time for the baby!" Janet cooed. She hoisted her son-in-law onto her hip, carrying him towards the nursery as the former grown man wailed inconsolably. Janet popped his favorite pacifier into his mouth and patted his crinkly padded bottom, shushing and soothing the overgrown baby in her arms.
Janet's phone chimed with a FaceTime call from her daughter Lacy. She picks up eagerly and is always happy to chat with her only child. "Hi mom! Just checking that your flight's still on track for Christmas."Lacy asks.
Before Janet can respond, a pathetic whimpering sounds from off-screen. Lacy grins impishly and turns the camera, revealing her husband Timmy on the floor in an oversized diaper and infantile-footed Christmas pajamas. The overgrown man-baby crawls away , crinkling with every movement under his wife's amused gaze.
"Aww, isn't he just precious?" Lacy coos mockingly. All of a sudden Timmy stops and squats , sucking his pacifier and grunting noisily for all to hear.Janet tries not to laugh at her pitiful son-in-law's humiliation. "Uh, oh, Mom I think the baby is making a stinky. I better go change his diaper before he smells up the whole house. But I can't wait to see you, mom. I think this will be our best Christmas yet."
Janet confirms her flight and says her goodbyes, chuckling to herself. She always knew Lacy wore the pants in that marriage, but seeing Timmy turned into a overgrown toddler is even more delightful than she imagined. This visit will certainly be entertaining!