Daily Free-Write March 14, 2021: Interview With Dr. S. Pt. 2

Daily Free-Write March 14, 2021: Interview with Dr. S Pt. 2

Continuation of March 4, 2011 “Interview with Dr. S”

“Everybody please welcome your favorite diapered pals, the diaper pals! Chester the chipmunk!”

The audience cheered as a chipmunk ran onto the stage and kept running in a few circles.

“Barry the beaver!”

A happy looking beaver ran out and waved to the audience.

“Dusty the donkey!”

A donkey walked out slowly, slouched forward and looking down with his arms at his sides.

“And Sammy the Skunk!”

A skunk with a big fluffy tail wandered out onto the stage, looking slightly confused. Sammy was the newest member of the diaper pals, and still wasn’t used to performing. He could hardly remember his lines, which were thankfully quite simple, and in fact, he could hardly remember anything that happened more than ten minutes ago. The world was a very fuzzy place.

“I made a stinky!” yelled the skunk, causing the audience to clap and giggle at his famous catch phrase. Of course he hadn’t really. It was just what he was supposed to say when he walked on stage.

The past few weeks had been a confusing time for Jack Carson, the man in the skunk suit. He had attempted to infiltrate C.A.B.S. and murder the director, Dr. S, as revenge for turning his brother Nicky into an adult infant and an international spectacle. It had taken years for him to get his alias, paying many shady people along the way, but he had gotten in. But the director was prepared for him, and before he even had a chance to draw his weapon, he found himself regressed and diapered, and on track to becoming just like his brother.

“Silly Sammy,” said Chester, as the skunk tried and failed to remove his diaper. “Your diapers are supposed to remain on your little tushy! See, this is why we have to use a locking diaper cover for Sammy.”

“Gosh,” said Dusty, “I guess Sammy doesn’t like his diapers. That makes me sad.”

The Chipmunk gave a hearty laugh as Sammy sat on the floor and crossed his arms, sulking. “Don’t worry, Dusty,” he said. “Sammy will learn to love his diapers just like the rest of us. Sometimes he just needs a little help!”

“A little help? What do you mean, Chester?” asked Barry the beaver.

“Let me show you!” said Chester, walking over to the toy chest and rummaging through it. “Ah here, we go! This is a special tool we use to teach little boys and girls that diapers can be lots of fun!”

Chester held up a large ultra-powerful massage wand. Sammy was startled, and tried to back up, but the other two characters grabbed him by the arm and marched him over to the changing table, strapping him down so he couldn’t roll off or resist.

“There we go, Sammy,” said Chester. “Get comfortable. Mr. Buzz Buzz is going to say hello to Mr. Diaper!”

Sammy struggled and tried to cry out but an oversized pacifier was shoved into his mouth muffling his protests. The want was brought down to the front of his soggy diaper sending waves of pleasure straight to his pee pee.

“Mmmff!! Mmmff!!!”

“Cumm-ies! Cumm-ies!” chanted the audience with Barry’s encouragement.

The skunk struggled but he was no match for the power of the magic wand, and soon he was arching his back and biting into his  pacifier as he filled his thick diapers with rope after rope of sticky cum.

The three characters petted and patted the skunk congratulating him on a job well done.

“Good boy, Sammy! Wasn’t that fun?” The skunk nodded, dazed. Then the chipmunk looked out at the audience. “And you can have fun too! Just look at the swirls and repeat after me… I love to make cummies in my diapers…”

The audience went silent as their VR screens began to show swirls, obscuring the scene in front of them completely. The lights came up and the characters released Sammy from the table and helped him backstage.

“Great show everyone,” said Chester, still in costume. “Gosh, it sure is fun having you around, Sammy! We’re gonna miss you when you graduate the program. Too bad you aren’t a forever resident like us!”

“Graduate? Program?” asked Sammy, confused.

“He doesn’t know,” whispered Barry, “Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” said Chester. “I forget how forgetful he is!”

Dusty rubbed his tummy. “Hey guys, let’s all go get some food. I’m hungry!”

“Sounds like a plan!” said Chester. “I can’t wait for some chicken fingers and ketchup. Sorry, Sammy, you’re not big enough to come with us to the C.A.B.S. cafeteria so it’s just formula at preschool for you.”

One thing Sammy noticed about his companions is that they never seemed to take off their costumes. In fact, they probably couldn’t take them off without someone else’s help. At least that’s how it was with Sammy. Sometimes he forgot he was even in a costume. After all, it was what he usually wore when he was let out of preschool. Pretty much the only time he was out of preschool was to film. Otherwise, he was pretty much there all day every day, getting his education, as they called it, with the other ‘kids’, all of whom were adult babies like him.

The other diaper palls waved goodbye as Sammy was led off to the changing room to get changed out of his outfit as well as his cummy soggy diaper. He wondered how they were going to eat without taking off their costume.

In a moment of clarity Sammy’s memory came back. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t a baby or a skunk. He was Jack Carson.

“W-wait… Let me go!” he said, as he was being wiped down by the attendant. “I’m not a baby!”

“Shhh, sweetie, calm down. You’ll be alright. You’re just having another flashback. It happens sometimes with new babies. Those will stop after a while and then you can be a happy little boy all the time!”

“No… I don’t want to be a little boy,” said Jackie, sobbing. Was this how his brother felt when he went through his training? He knew his little brother liked diapers because the two of them used to play house a lot as kids and Nicky would always ask to be the baby. He even wore them sometimes himself out of curiosity and found the secret indulgence to be quite a thrill. Still, he never expected to end up like this. He sulked as he was led back to the C.A.B.S. classroom, which had replaced the child development center since the success of the pilot program. Inside, it looked like any other preschool at first glance, except everything was scaled up, and most of the ‘kids’ were five to seven feet tall.

“No, please… don’t take me back!” he said, as he was dragged into the classroom. Several of his classmates stopped their playing to look up at the crying man, and one of the ‘teachers’ came over to help.

“Aww, is little Jackie having a rough time today? I’m sorry, sweetie. Let’s take you to the quiet corner to calm down.”

He was led to a corner of the room that was blocked off by a tall baby gate and brought in. There were plenty of pillows to rest on and stuffies to hug. Jackie found his favorite dragon to hold on to. It seemed to help him feel better.

“There we go. You just rest here a bit.” The teacher left Jackie inside and addressed the class. “Everyone, Jackie is having a tough time today, so be extra nice to him and help him participate today, okay? And if anyone sees him trying to run off and do something naughty, report him right away! We need to keep our buddies safe, right?”

Jackie lay on his side staring at the baby gate and began to zone out. He knew he wouldn’t be able to climb it, and even if he did it would only earn him a punishment. This sucked. He wondered if he would ever get out, but he doubted it. When his camera man from the interview appeared in class as a baby, he knew that none of the footage they recorded had gotten out.

While he was thinking about all that, his hand wandered down to find the front of his diaper, and he began rubbing it absent-mindedly. That felt good. He began to grin as the rubbing increased. It was fun to rub his diapees.  He smiled and drooled as he continued to make his diapees feel real good. He liked his diapers. He hoped they never took them away.

"Aww, look everyone! Jackie is being a good boy and enjoying his diapees! Let's cheer him on!"

Other big littles clapped and cheered. "You can do it Jacky!"; "That's the way! Keep wubbing!"; "Make stickies! I can do it too! See?"

Soon, half the class was sat on the floor rubbing their diapers furiously. Jackie was so close… so close… then he came, and his mind went fuzzy again. He was a good boy, and he couldn't wait to join the class and have more fun learning.