Daily Free-Write July 20, 2021: The Baby Patrol Pt. 10

Continuation of July 19, 2021 "The Baby Patrol Pt. 9"

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After their bath, Brad and his new friend 'Petunia' were diapered up side by side. Brad and Ted were interested to see that Petunia had a little pink locking cage on her pee-pee. They were fascinated and unable to stop looking, but each for their own reasons. Brad because of how much he hated the idea of having one on him, and Ted because it was an instrument they hadn't covered in great detail in his training up to date. Of course he had questions.

"It helps her be a better little girl," Elissa explained. "I mean he played with it too much anyway. If he hadn't gotten caught and reported for smoking, he would have gotten caught for staying up late playing with himself or something. I think it's doing wonders for the little one's mood." Ted looked at 'Petunia', who had her arms crossed and was looking away with an expression of frustrated resignation. Petunia didn't look like she was in a good mood at all.

"Well, my little guy got picked up for that very thing. He was staying up late and playing with his pee-pee after hours, isn't that right, little Braddy?" Now Brad crossed his arms and looked away, looking much like Petunia. The two of them looked like two peas in a pod. "Only thing is, I'm doing the opposite with this little guy. He's getting special buzzies for good behavior, and it's helping him learn to love his diapers.

"Well, far be it from me to tell the future Captain of the Baby Patrol how to do his job."

"Aww, shucks," said Ted, blushing. "I don't know about all that. I mean here's hoping, right?"

"Right," said Elissa, giggling. "I think you'd make a great captain."

"Heh. Thanks," said Ted, smiling. Brad looked from her to Brad. Was she flirting? The adult part of his mind that remained hoped she wouldn't be his new mommy.

After the bath, Brad was given the high chair because he was a guest, while Ted tried his hand at lap feeding the much larger 'Petunia'. The middle-aged man turned baby was quite a sight in his pretty pink diapers and pigtails. Elissa had given her a little puff-sleeved dress that was barely long enough to qualify as more than a shirt and certainly too short to hold her poofy diaper. Without any toys to distract him, Brad felt quite aware of the way the high chair put his diaper closer to eye level for everyone, and forced his legs apart. And yet he felt much more comfortable with this arrangement when he saw what his companion was forced to endure in the lap of a man half his age and made no complaint as he was set up for another gag and bag feeding.

Petunia squirmed and fussed, but Ted was much too strong to be bothered by the babified patriarch's struggles. Marty, Elissa's Mother, even came up and felt Ted's new arms, as if she needed to make sure they were real.

"Oh my, look at those muscles! What do they feed you boys these days?" she asked.

"Moooom!" said Elissa. "Hands off!"

"Oh, calm down, dear. it was just a question."

"Yeah, sure. Just a question," said Elissa, rolling her eyes. "Don't mind her. She's harmless."

"I-it's fine," said Ted, scratching the back of his head and laughing. He wasn't used to this sort of attention. He had only just got his body, and the change in how people regarded him was eye opening. He'd had no idea that people were treated so differently just because of their body shape. Artie taught that such things shouldn't make a difference in how we treat each other but they clearly did, and it unsettled Ted.

"Um. Teddy? Looks like little Petunia is finished." Elissa cocked her head and looked at Ted. "You okay? You seem a million miles away right now."

"Huh?  Oh." Ted looked down and saw that the bottle was indeed empty, so he threw Petunia over his shoulder and burped her. Then his hand moved instinctively down to check her diaper and Petunia yelped. "She's already wet, but it'll hold for her nap," he said.

"Aww, my little sis is a piddle pants!" said Elissa. "Yes she is. Yes she is! Can you say Uncle? Can you say Uncle? Yes, that's Uncle Ted!"

Petunia's face was bright red as he was babied by his daughter and this muscular young man, but she didn't have much to say because she was soon gagged with a pacifier.

"We found that it's best to keep her like this so she can't talk," said Elissa. "We're not all big and strong like you, so we have to use our accessories and restraints to keep Petunia under control. Lucky for us most baby products come with those built in!

"Yeah, I know how it is," said Ted, standing up and holding Petunia under her puffy bottom. "My little guy is quite the little rascal himself. But I think he's coming along nicely."

With his free hand, Ted unlatched the tray of the high chair, and picked up his little bro in his other arm so he was carrying each on one arm. This was something he'd never have been able to do a week ago, but here he was doing it like it was nothing. Brad was amazed, and so was Elissa. Ted just smirked and looked around.

"Okay, which way is the nursery?"

"Right this way," said Elissa's Mom, guiding Ted down a nearby hall and stealing a little grab of his ass while she was at it.

"Mom," said Elissa, exasperated.

"I'm just helping," said Marty. "Honestly, Elissa, you should be more respectful. It's okay, she's a good girl. She's doing just such a great job with Petunia, I don't know what I'd do without her. Say, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?" she asked Ted.

"Mommm...."

"Sorry, sorry. Let's go put the little ones down, then."

-Written by ChampTehOtter