Zach’s New Life, Chapter 2: The Party
Claire and Lucy had given me a lot to think about and even more to drink about. I had until the end of the party to decide. I could either continue struggling as an adult with —realistically— nothing going for me at the moment, or I could choose to live as a toddler under my ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend. And they made it clear that’s exactly how I would be treated, as a toddler.
I stared at the cocktail in my hand. My sixth of the night and potentially the last I would be allowed for a long while. Though I liked cocktails, my hard penis couldn’t lie; the idea of being pampered by two gorgeous women did have some appeal. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but I swore I saw Claire glance at my crotch with a knowing smile, as if she knew I would accept her offer before I did.
Maybe she was right. I didn’t even know if I would reject her offer yet. All I know is that life sucks, and I want to get turnt.
“Hey every- everybody,” I stumble into the living room, “W-who wants to play a drinking game? With me!”
“You’re so fucking faded, dude,” some girl I didn’t recognize laughed. A frown slipped onto my face as I noticed Claire’s concerned expression.
“Nah,” my smile returned with my alcohol-fueled confidence, “I’m good. Anyone wanna play race horse?”
“Not race horse,” Claire groaned, “I don’t need anyone throwing up on my carpet.”
“C’mon,” I slurred, “It’ll be fun! All we need is a deck of cards!”
Claire rolled her eyes, “Fine, let’s play race horse.”
The game was simple, which made it perfect for drunk people. Each person chose a card suit, and if that suit was drawn, they’d have to drink as well as move their race horse piece one tier closer to the finish line. The person’s piece that reached the finish line first would be exempt from taking a shot.
A few rounds passed, and I was definitely feeling it. So was everyone else. We stupidly decided to play another round. Claire’s suit was drawn first, but she wasn’t exactly eager to take a drink:
“Oh guys,” she put a hand over her stomach, “I think I need to tap out.”
“C’mon,” I goaded in between sways, “it’s a party! Drink with us!”
“No, I think I’m done,” Claire reaffirmed.
“Drink! Drink! Drink!” I started chanting, but no one else joined in. I was too drunk to care though: I was misery, and everyone knows misery loves company. This was definitely something I’d regret in the morning.
“No,” Claire said sternly.
“Just take the drink!”
Before Claire could refute, I felt a hard tug on my ear. Lucy had grabbed me by the ear and was dragging me out of the room like a misbehaving child
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I whined.
“Zach,” she grabbed my wrist and began to pull me up the stairs, “I think you need to go to bed. You’re so far gone.”
“I’m—“ I belched, “I’m fine!”
I heard the gaggle of gorgeous girls giggle as Lucy guided me up the stairs. Whatever, it’s not like I knew them anyway.
“No, you’re being rude and ruining Claire’s party,” Lucy opened the door to the nursery, “is that what you want?”
“I just want to party hardy, Lucy!”
Lucy sighed, “If you want to act like a child, I have no problem treating you like a child.”
Lucy began to unbuckle my belt and slide my pants down, then she took of my shirt.
I didn’t understand how I got here, but I wasn’t going to complain; Lucy was hot, and I needed a win.
When she was done undressing me, I reached to the waistband of her yoga pants. Before I could, she swatted my hand away without a word before turning and walking across the nursery. She came back with an open diaper, a bib, and a baby bonnet.
“Wha—“ I tried to ask, but Lucy shushed me.
“I’m going to put these on you, and you’re going to be good for me, understand?”
“Sure,” if this meant I was getting laid, I would totally wear the ridiculous outfit.
After Lucy tied the bib around my neck and the baby bonnet around my head, she led me over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room.
She sat on the rocking chair, splayed the open diaper on her lap, and yanked me closer. She then forced me over her lap, which wasn’t very difficult due to my astute intoxication.
My hard member felt the soft padding that I was now laying on. To my surprise, it was much more comfortable than I would have imagined. Before I could get too comfortable, I felt a sunned sharp pain on my ass; Lucy began peppering my checks with repeated smacks.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I wailed. Even through my drunken stupor, I could feel the sting of Lucy’s hands.
“I’m- I’m sorry!”
“I bet you are,” Lacy continued smacking without even a second of hesitation, “Next time I’m sure you’ll be a good boy!”
After what felt like an hour, Lucy finally relented. She picked me up off her lap and pointed to the floor, “sit.”
I obeyed.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now. You’re going to crawl up on that changing table, and I’m going to put you in a diaper and then put you in the crib for bedtime. Then I’m going to go downstairs, fill up a sippy cup with water for your inevitable hangover, and I’m going to tell Claire that I put the baby to bed. Understand?”
“Yes,” I frantically nodded my head.
“Try yes momma,” Lucy corrected.
“Yes momma.”
“That’s better,” Lucy smiled, “when you’re sober in the morning, you can give us a proper answer. For now, get on the changing table.”
I scrambled onto the changing table as fast I could manage; I did not want to face Momma Lucy’s wrath again. Lucy quickly got to work removing my adult clothes.
Then she picked a whole seperate diaper from underneath the table; it had cute animals in train cars on the front and a big orange koala on the back. I’m sure she picked the more childish one to emphasize how immature I had been acting.
“Booty up,” she commanded.
I obeyed again. She slid the diaper under my butt, and got to work with powdering my nether regions and carefully rubbing in anti-rash cream to avoid my throbbing member. She finally taped up the diaper. After the diaper was snugly secured, Lucy opened the closet and produced two items: a light blue sippy cup and a white onesie featuring colorful trains and planes.
“Reach for Mr. Sunshine,” she said.
I put my arms up and she pulled the onesie over my head and around my body. She then buttoned the crotch closed around my diaper. Afterwards, she grabbed my hand and helped me off the table. She led me on the short walk over to the crib. She lowered the bars and patted the mattress. I climbed into the crib, joining my stuffed animal cell mates, before she relocked the bars into place.
“By the way Zach,” Lucy smirked as she held up the sippy cup, “if anyone asks about the sippy cup, I’m going to be 100% honest about who it’s for.”
“Night night,” Lucy disappeared.
The crib I found myself in was so comfortable, and the stuffed animals only made it that more soft. I barely remember Lucy returning to hand me the blue sippy cup, and giggling at me, probably because I could barely keep my eyes open at that point.
Read chapter 3 here
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What trouble will Zach get himself into in the morning I wonder?
Credit to Voloh for image 2, and credit to @wittlesissyb4by for image 3.
Here’s a link to chapter 1 of this story.
As always, all characters depicted are 18+
