Five Nights at Daycare: Night 3

     I woke up abruptly this time... There was thunder... I hate thunder... I sat up abruptly in my crib and grabbed the nearby plushies for comfort. Then I covered myself with my blanket. The storm was loud and it was violent; nearly shook the building. I thought I might be scolded for leaving my bed without permission, but I couldn't stand being alone in there anymore. I lowered the crib rail and leaped out, rushing to the door. I didn't know it was gonna swing open and I ran face-first into Bonnie who had walked in so he could change me... except I wasn't wet this time. Another large thunderclap sounded and I completely lost my composure at this point.


     "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Is it the storm?" I couldn't stop to answer verbally, so I just nodded a few times. "Aww don't cry, come to big brother." I hugged him right there; very quickly. I don't know what came over me at the time. Maybe it was just the storm, maybe being diapered had a weird effect on my psyche. All I knew is I was terrified. Bonnie lifted me from the floor and carried me to the rocking chair on the other side of the room, setting me on his lap and putting the new diaper on the side table. He held me tightly while the storm raged. It wasn't terribly long; these storms rarely lasted an hour here. As soon as it started dying down to just rain, he brushed my hair from my face and then pat-checked my diaper. "You feel vulnerable don't you?" That was a rather odd question to ask me; I didn't understand why at first. "You felt vulnerable while the storm was happening, which is why you were crying. Likewise, being in a diaper must make you feel vulnerable too. You don't know how to react to it, so you try to fight or flee. Well, here you don't have to worry about such things. We're here to take care of your every need, from storm cuddles to diaper changes."

     "I know I promised not to keep fighting back, but this is so hard to get used to." I said somewhat under my breath. "I haven't had to wear diapers since I was little, intentionally using them now is... so embarrassing..."

     "I know it feels weird to purposefully wet yourself, and you might still feel vulnerable, but remember that it'll be alright in the end. Just start a little bit at a time, and if the rest tries to come out, don't fight it. I'm right here with you to help too." I was very reluctant to do it, but he had hold of me and was not gonna let go until I at least tried. I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I was about to do 'Okay.. just a teeny bit... if I'm lucky I can wet just enough for him to change me and I can sneak away to the restrooms later on.' Well it took me some courage but I did manage to do a dribble at first. "Good, now do another." 'Are you serious right now?' I wasn't sure to feel annoyed or what, but I did manage a small squirt that time. I could feel the cottony softness become wet and warm against me."Good, now one more time." 'Oh my God Bonnie; don't keep making me go through this!' Well, it was either do it, or I think he would've made me somehow. I decided to make just one more squirt, but I didn't account for the previous two wettings to have an effect on me. So when I did release it, I did too much and I gasped in shock that it just kept coming out and I couldn't stop it. "Atta girl! Good girl! Keep going, let it aaaaall out." When it finally finished... well he was right. I really did feel vulnerable. Bonnie patting me softly didn't help me feel better this time because he kept making my diaper squish! I felt myself tearing up again and he hugged me tightly. "There there now, no need to cry." Then he picked up a baby bottle that I can only assume Chica prepared for me and held it up for me to take. "Now why don't you have some milky-wilky while I change your diaper-wiaper?"


     That was the stupidest baby-talk anyone has ever said to me... but I didn't wanna wear that thing anymore and some warm milk sounded really good at the time. "Okay, I'll drink it..." Bonnie then repositioned me in his lap like an actual baby and held the bottle in front of my face so I could reach it. I grabbed it with my mouth and suckled out the warm milk. It was kinda humiliating to be reduced to this while I was still wearing a very wet diaper, but something about the feeling wasn't so bad. I took the bottle from him with my own hands, and he carried me back to the changing table. Now that I was distracted by the warm... rather delicious... milk, I didn't struggle when he undid the tapes of the diaper, or wiped me. I even stayed still when he applied baby oil and placed another diaper on the table. "Good girl, see how easy this is? You'll be done in no time." The powder kinda tickled. Bonnie was really gentle with setting my legs down to pull the diaper up and tape it snug. For some reason I didn't want it to end, probably because I was just changed and was suckling a baby bottle of milk. I knew if I drank more, I'd wet more, and I'll be changed again. I don't know why, but I wanted it. When Bonnie then lifted me from the table so I could have some breakfast, I could've sworn I heard someone say, "She has accepted; the regression begins tonight.


     This time I got to eat my food myself; hot oatmeal with honey and strawberries. I guess they made it a real treat for me because I let them have their way so easily. And yes, this time I ate slowly so I wouldn't be as gassy later. After we were done eating, Freddy took me to the sofa where we sat down and watched some old 90s cartoons. "You seem content today. I'm glad that storm didn't have too big an effect on you." I grabbed my bottle again to drink from it again... but was disappointed to find it empty. "Awwww, did you want more? We'll have Chica warm up some more later. In the meantime, why don't you have a little nap?" And he took out a regular pacifier to pop in my mouth. I suckled it while I sat sext to him, using his soft fur for a head pillow. Eventually I did feel sleepy and closed my eyes for... what felt like a little while...

     I woke up sometime later still on the sofa, but this time I was laying down on it covered in a soft pink cotton blanket. I sat up, yawned, and rubbed my eyes, and for some reason the couch looked a lot bigger than it used to. I attempted to hop off the couch, but I miscalculated my jump and fell. I yelped pretty loudly too because Freddy came running to make sure I was alright. "What happened Novie? Did you fall off?" I tried standing back up, and literally everything seemed taller than before! To add to the strangeness, when I waddled to Freddy, my diaper slipped off! "Uh-oh! Diapey-down!" He chuckled when he layed me down on the floor to refasten it. Somehow it got bigger during my nap... or I shrunk... "I see you're a little confused as to why everything is suddenly bigger than it used to be. Well see, We had you regressed. Now you're the way you were back when you were only seven years of age. Now don't worry, we didn't regress your mind. We just thought you might be able to accept your new home a little better if you were actually a child again." Well he wasn't really wrong about that. Wearing a diaper looks a lot better on me as a kid. I was then picked up and cradled in his arms. "Well it's dinnertime, but this time I'm going to feed you. Okay?" I already learned the hard way to not fight with them on changes, might as well let them feed me too.

     So I was put in the high chair again, only this time I fit a little better. Once again I got my favourite pizza, all cut up. "Open wide little one," I heard as a bite of the pizza was held in front of my face with a Hello Kitty fork. Might as well open up and eat it right? It felt weird having someone else feed me, I can no longer eat at my own pace, and this felt like it was going super slow. At some point I bit into a piece that had a lot of sauce on it that dribbled down my face! Just for the heck of it I raised my hands and growled like I was trying to be a bear myself. It was a good laugh, but they still took a washrag to my face as soon as I was done playing with my food. I was still thirsty for more of that milk though, and thankfully I didn't have to wait to much longer for it. Bonnie came to me with another bottle all ready. I nearly snagged it, but Freddy got to it first. "Hold on, we're trying something new." I was really confused at first until I was lifted from the chair and placed on a swaddling blanket. "Get comfy Novie." He began to wrap the swaddle blanket around me until I couldn't budge even an inch. Then he lifted me into his arms like a real baby and stuck the teet of the bottle into my mouth. I figured if I could subject myself to an intentional diaper wetting, I can do this too. Whatever, I just wanted the milk. Something about the warm milk really made me feel blissful. Suddenly the bottle was taken away but I wasn't done with it yet. "Sorry, all gone. Here, have your paci to suckle." I enjoyed being held like that for a while, then I felt a cramp... I had to pee. 'Maybe as a 7-year-old I have a smaller bladder and won't wet nearly as much' I didn't think it would hurt to release a little bit. I managed to start a drip or two, but it was hurting to hold it back so I tried to just trickle a little more... but I went full blast again. I dropped my pacifier in absolute horror as I was emptying it all into the diaper. "I think I know what that face means," and he opened the swaddle blanket just enough to pat-check me. 'Oh sweet cheese and crackers....' 

     So Freddy brought me to the changing table again and just like this morning, I let him do what he needed to. I didn't struggle during the changing. It was still kinda embarrassing to be exposed like this, but the feeling went away when he tickled me. Now that I was in a clean diaper, I got picked up again and taken to a different room. I never saw it before. There was a large bed, with a brown comforter, a side table with a simple lamp, and I was confused why I wasn't being sent to my room. "I think tonight's a good night for some Daddy snuggles." Freddy sat on the bed and then leaned back to set me on his chest. "I'm glad you could let yourself loose today. Maybe tomorrow you'll be ready." He rubbed my back a few times, then reached behind to pat my diaper softly like he did yesterday to help me fall asleep. "You'll be a real baby soon, MY baby. Forever."