It was early morning, and soft lights got through the shades of your nursery. They moved you there recently after you were surprised with this new project. They thought it was time to take your new lifestyle to new and necessary heights. You weren’t seen as a man anymore. You acted, dressed, and treated around the house as a toddler at most.
A nursery with a crib was a natural step.
You woke up slowly, after a long deep sleep.
They tucked you in around 9:00 pm.
You slept so heavily that you thought you wet yourself more than usual because your thick diaper felt heavier around your waist.
You were on your belly, hugging your teddy bear, still sucking on your relaxing pacifier.
“Good morning”
“Good morning sexy”
You heard voices from your recent master bedroom.
Where you used to sleep on a king-size bed and have grown-up sex.
But they moved you, like a kid, to this babyish room, a nursery.
Now they slept in the master bedroom, and you were not.
You were the master of this house, and then you were not.
Your belly began to ache, you needed to go number two in your diaper soon.
“Do you want to go check on the baby?”
“No need, if he’ll need us we’ll hear the baby monitor. Now turn to your back, fuck you are so sexy.”
The voices and bed noises came from across the hall.
You also turned to lay on your back, still holding your bear, still sucking your pacifier.
Your bowels were starting to rumble.
“Legs up!”
A deep sexy voice came from the grown-ups.
You also raised your knees towards the chest, knowing the best babyish position to let it go in your diaper.
A grunting noise came from the baby monitor.
“Don’t worry about him, he must be just pooping his diaper, ignore the big baby”
You grunted in your crib, making noises.
They moaned in the master bedroom, making noises.
You pushed.
They pushed.
You sucked.
They sucked.
You hugged your teddy bear.
They held each other.
You made your final effort and pooped your diaper.
They made their final efforts and had incredible orgasms.
You were sticky.
They were sticky.
Your natural baby instincts made you cry for a change behind your pacifier.
You were heard from the baby monitor.
“Let him cry for a bit, he has to learn we won’t run to every cry, or he’ll be such a needy baby”
You lay there messy, crying in your crib, waiting for their attention.
While they got up, from your past bed, to get ready for the day.
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