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Mami's Boy (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2023-05-24 01:51:43 +0000 UTCHeat…
Dominik was plopped down into a giant makeshift baby carriage. ‘Makeshift’ didn’t do it justice. ‘Custom’ was more like it. Its wheels belonged to wheelchairs. Its bed was a soft foam child’s mattress, just barely big enough for him to fit in. Its siding and rails were upholstered in black leather with thick steel mesh from several shopping carts, and the canopy over his head had more in common with a convertible roof.
Taken all together, Dom was most definitely being dumped into a much larger version of a classic baby buggy; the kind seen mostly in cartoons.
Dominik felt like a cartoon character, just then. He was wearing a bonnet and a onesie. And underneath the onesie was crinkling, almost completely dry diaper. The dryness was in spite of his bladder pleading, begging, screaming, and now actively fighting against him for release. The ‘almost’ was because it had already gotten a few good hits in.
The thing about cartoons though, Dominik thought, was that usually the character who looked like this wasn’t exactly what someone would call ‘a winner’. Laying there on the pristine white sheets, feeling dreadfully exposed in the open air, ‘winner’ is not how Dominik would describe himself in this moment.
Rhea circled around. “Here we go, baby boy, she taunted him. She threw a sky blue blanket- correction: a blankie- over Dominik’s bare legs. Dominik grabbed it like it was a life preserver and yanked it up to his head. Doing so only left his naked legs on display.
Shit!
He settled for covering his legs and hoping the canopy would do the rest of the job. “Where are we going?” he practically squeaked.
“You’ll see, Dom Dom,” Rhea darkly chuckled. “You’ll see.”
Rhea disappeared behind the novelty carriage and things started moving. Rhea, Bailey, and Alexa all started chattering just out of sight.
Dom didn’t listen to it. Couldn’t. Every bit of gray matter between his ears was overwhelmed to make sense of anything.
His ears listened for footsteps. Save for the shuffling of sneakers behind him, there were none. There was the sound of passing cars, but only in the distance. His eyes peeled and his head swiveled looking for people; additional witnesses to his humiliation. None of those, either. Not for the moment.
There were cars in people’s driveways and parallel parked on the streets, but no people that he could see. Anxiety, forbid that Dominik look too hard or lean out too far. If people were watching from inside their homes or on their doorsteps, the young man would only be able to see them if he poked his head out from beneath the carriage’s canopy. Problem was, if he could see them, they could see him.
He wasn’t the most famous wrestler in the world- he was no Rock, John Cena, or Undertaker- but if a picture of him like this made its way on the internet, he’d be done. Fuck! The girls already had taken pictures of him. On the changing table and in Rhea’s arms, his diaper in full view and easily identifiable.
Dominik mentally checked himself. It wasn’t HIS diaper…it’s not like he chose to wear it. Not like he bought it or anything. Not like he put it on himself. Not like babies did any of that stuff, either.
FUCK!
If only he worked with a mask like his dad. Nobody had seen his dad’s face on T.V. since 1999 and twenty extra years disguised Rey’s natural appearance even better than any mask.
Compounding all of this was the raging protest still going on between his legs, compounded now by the milk he’d been forced to chug making its way to an already full bladder. His senses were frazzled besides. Alcohol was good for unconsciousness but not great for R.E.M sleep. Rehydration to recover from the effects of a hangover took time and milk was far from the best thing for it.
Domink Mysterio was outnumbered, had been out planned, and was outgunned on so many levels. There was no good move for him to make, so he settled for staying still. However, the question yet lingered…
“Mami…” he said. No reply came. He was only speaking at just above a whisper, but out in the open with how embarrassing everything was, his own words sounded to him as if amplified by a bullhorn. The girls kept talking and laughing.A lot. Lots of laughing.
Whether they were deliberately ignoring him, or just couldn’t hear him, was impossible to decide. “Mami!” He felt like he was screaming, but in truth he was only speaking slightly louder than before.
Mercifully, she responded. “What’s that, Dom Dom?”
“Where are we going?”
“I already told you, baby,” she said. “It’s a surprise.”
“Will there be a bathroom there?” It was a stupid roundabout request, but he felt like his eyeballs were floating.
“AWWW!” the women cooed loudly enough to make Dominik shake in fright. The buggy drew too much attention already!
“He wants to use the potty like a big boy!” Alexa mocked.
“Wants to be just like his Mami!” Bailey piled on.
“I definitely don’t think he’s ready for it,” Rhea commented. “He was a bedwetter till he was six!”
The resulting cackles made his skin crawl. How did they know about that? Did they get that from his dad? Was his dad in on this?! Dominik pouted out his lip out in confusion. Was it even true? Dominik literally couldn’t remember when he stopped wetting the bed. It wasn’t something anybody had made fun of him for growing up. He only knew that his little sister kept wetting the bed for a while after she was otherwise potty trained. It was just something that happened with little kids. Was he being gaslighted?
The pang in his bladder turned into an all out gong. Another little dribble eeked its way out of his penis and into the front of his diaper. Holding it in automatically was becoming less and less of an option. Dominik was forced to switch to manual.
Crinkling and rustling in the carriage Dominik brought his knees up and balled himself up into a fetal position. He sat up halfway and slapped his hands over his padded crotch, holding himself like a preschooler who had to go but didn’t know what the next step was. The onesie prevented him direct access to himself, so he had to make due by pressing down as hard as he could through all the plastic backed padding. It didn’t help much; still better than nothing.
Bailey jogged up to the side and looked inward. “Uh oh!” Bailey said far too loudly. “I think little Dom Dom is trying to play with himself!”
To be fair, it was easy enough to make that assumption. He was covered in a blankie from the waist down, and his hands had plunged beneath it. He looked incredibly guilty. To be real, Bailey was totally fucking with him.
“No!” he screeched, outraged and panicking that someone would hear them. “I’m just trying to…hold it in.”
“Don’t be silly, Dom Dom.” Rhea said, still behind him. “You’re too little to hold it in. You must be playing with yourself.” The carriage stopped. Dominik felt it jostle slightly, a braking mechanism. “No worries, Mami’s got something to handle that.”
“Nooooo!” Dominik howled. He tried to make a run for it. He didn’t know what was coming, but was certain he wasn’t going to like it. The hot gravel scorching his feet was infinitely preferable to whatever these three cooked up.
Poor Dom didn’t even get one foot all the way out of the buggy. Bailey and Alexa hooked him under the arms and slammed him back down on the soft mattress. He kicked and screamed.
Rhea walked around to the other end of the carriage so that she was standing and staring directly at him. “Dom Dom,” she said with an air of menace, “I know you’re curious and want to explore down there, but we don’t do that in public. It’s perfectly natural, but we don’t do it when we’re out and about. Understand?”
Dominik swallowed. “Yes…Mami.”
“Good boy.” He noticed a bright blue diaper bag on her shoulder. She opened it and started digging around, giving Dominik a good look at the folded white rectangles within easy reach.. She was serious about this! “Where did I put -? Ah! Here we are!” She took out two pairs of handcuffs. Dom had seen something like those before; they just weren’t normally baby blue. What he’d never seen before today were the mittens.
“No! No, no, no!”
Bailey and Alexa pressed him down and kept him prone. One at a time, Rhea placed the thick, padded, restrictive gloves on his hands reducing them to little more than cushioned hooves, and finished it off by handcuffing inside the buggy. He was left splayed out horizontally in an almost crucifix position.
“I know you can’t control yourself, baby boy,” Rhea said, patronizingly. “So these will help.”
These didn’t ‘help’ anything. They only made things more difficult. The mittens left his hands useless. If he was going to grab anything, Dom would need to use both arms; his fingers and thumbs bound and immobilized; his hands practically stumps. The things looked so rounded and bulky he doubted he could have so much as mashed an elevator button with any kind of accuracy.
The added handcuffs made the gloves practically pointless. Whatever the gloves were supposed to accomplish in the long run, the handcuffs did one better in the short. Dominik could neither escape, nor prevent himself from having an accident by applying pressure downstairs. Both forms of restraints required a key to lock and unlock them.
“He tried to make a run for it too, Rhea,” Alexa reminded her.
“Yeah,” she said. “I saw that too.” Out came the matching booties. Just as thick as the mittens.
What the hell would the booties accomplish? He didn’t exactly grab stuff with his feet. He didn’t have to ask. Rhea showed him. “There we go,” she said in a sing-song sort of way. “Keep your toesies nice and comfy.” She gave a forceful press up against the soles of his feet.
Dominik clenched his teeth and hissed. He didn’t yelp or yip or scream, but it took conscious effort. Some sicko had lined the insides of these things with some kind of blunted metal spikes! If Dominik put literally any weight on the bottom of his feet, it’d be like stepping on Legos. Like the mittens, the booties were also impossible to remove without the key soon put away in the pocket of Rhea’s diaper bag.
“Nice and cozy?” Rhea asked.
Dominik nodded, woefully frightened. “Yes, Mami.”
“Good. We’re almost there.”
The carriage jostled, and they started moving once more.. Dominik broke out into a sweat that had nothing to do with the heat, or his non-breathable clothes.
Trapped in his rolling bed, he started panting anxiously, trying to look out for threats despite being completely unable to avoid them. He couldn’t believe what was happening! He started trying to calm himself.
“This is a rib,” he said to himself. This is just a rib. It’s just a rib. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
A sharp right turn and a large one story brick building came into focus. Big open windows for letting sunlight inside. Decorative animal statues on the grass by the sidewalk. A cement awning with greek style pillars holding it up. The place had definite Upper Middle Class Public Library energy.
Cars were in the parking lot. People were here! And the carriage was making a bee-line for the front doors!
“Community Center” the large permanent sign out front read. The double doors were blacked out and papered over. A sign by them read “Closed Today for Private Event.”
Bailey and Alexa jogged forward, holding open the doors. “Right this way, cutie!” Bailey chirped.
“This is a rib,” Dominik hissed to himself. “This is a rib, this is a rib, this is a rib.”
The inside of the building went dark as soon as the doors shut behind them. Only a few shafts of errant sunlight let Dominik see where he was being taken. He made out the rough boxy outline of what he assumed was some kind of reception or information desk.
Rhea’s accomplices opened yet another set of double doors, these appearing to be made out of heavy carved wood instead of papered over glass. “Almost there…” Alexa taunted him.
“What are-?”
“Shhhhhh,” Rhea hushed him. “Just try to enjoy the ride, Dom Dom.”
It was darker inside this room. There were no windows to let it in light from the outside. It might as well have been a tomb once the doors were closed.
The metal clunking of a latch being put into place. Hushed, unfamiliar whispers in the darkness. Wheels creaking to a halt.
“This is a rib. This is a rib. This is a rib.”
The lights flicked on and the room came to life.
“SURPRIIIIIIIIIIISE!”
Dominik found himself in the middle of a banquet hall. Half a dozen of his coworkers, all women, surrounded him, holding gift wrapped boxes as well toothy, gleeful, malicious smiles. Things that couldn’t be held decorated the periphery. Tables were dotted with teddy bears tethering ‘It’s a Boy’ balloons. In the back, right where he could see it, Dominik read a banner. “CONGRATULATIONS MAMI!”
This wasn’t a rib. This was an execution.
The surprise, shock, and the toll of time and added fluids on Dominik’s bladder caused the dam to finally break. Liquid heat surged out of him and into the front of his formerly fresh diaper. Domini’s face melted and constricted in agony as piss poured out of him, splashing up against his privates before being quickly and quietly soaked up and wicked away. Dominik went deathly still in the carriage, too overwhelmed and too potty trained to move and pee at the same time. Part of him fantasized that maybe if he didn’t move, no one would be able to see him or know that he was pissing. Surely, kicking and screaming would be an admission of guilt.
Simultaneously, Dominik’s eyes took in and registered his newest tormentors: Zelina Vega; Nikki Bella; Carmella; Liv Morgan; Becky Lynch; Dakota Kai. It was a VIP who’s who of women Dominik never wanted to piss off. All wore normal street clothes instead the colorful tights audiences had grown accustomed to seeing them wear on television over the years. To Dom, that was more frightening than if they were in their ring attire. Had they been dressed in boots, tights, and bustiers, Dom could have told himself that this was a work; a performance.
This? Whatever was about to happen, this was for real.
A few additional seconds of uncomfortable silence and nervous giggling. Dominik was only able to find his voice after he’d finished peeing. “Mami,” he screeched, “what’s going on? I’m sorry!”
His question/apology was instantly countered with a tidal wave of “AWWWWWWWW!” The noise of now nine women mock fawning over his every syllable was like nails on a chalkboard to Dominik.
The young man winced and tired (but failed) not to blush. Drenched in his own urine, trapped in a carriage, yet somehow still ‘cute’. This was what it was like to be a baby.
“Look how cute he is!”
“With the little bonnet!”
“So precious!”
“Did we wake you up from your nap, little guy?”
“He looks so happy to be here!”
“Of course he is! Rhea’s little Dom Dom just loves attention!”
Their phones were all out, snapping blackmail pic after blackmail pic. Dominik made it all the way to twenty-six years old.. Whelp…he’d had a good run. Life over now.
“Oh my gosh, is he actually wearing a diaper!”
“Is he wet?”
“Of course he is!”
Dominik did his best to hide his face, tucking his chin and burying it in his own bicep. It failed miserably due to the handcuffs.
“Oh yeah.” That one came from Nikki. The question about the state of his pants and the first confirmation were from Dakota and Zelina respectively. “Trust me,” Bella twin said. “Dry diapers don’t get that kind of puffy.” The other newcomers, all who’d had children of their own, nodded sagely in agreement.
Dominik almost vomited in embarrassment. He hadn’t noticed the way his diaper had swelled up like a sponge. Even now, it was getting tighter and tighter, the diaper straining against the onesie containing it as the pulp inside absorbed the last of his leavings.
Rhea walked around from the back of the carriage. She stood by one side so she could reach him, but angled herself so she was staring directly at him. “Dom Dom,” she said. “You got into a nasty little habit of calling me ‘Mami’ when you clearly knew it was bothering me.”
“I’m sorry!”
Her finger pressed up against his lips; silencing him. “I’m. Not. Done. Talking.” Dominik gulped his words down. She went on. “But after thinking about it and having a little talk with the girls, I decided that I wasn’t going to get mad…” still in a sort of character, she let there be silence where most people would have said something about getting even.
“So you want me to be your Mami?” Rhea purred, her voice husky and full with a kind of cruel lust. “Okay. But what’s the point of being your Mami if I’m not going to have…”
“A BABY SHOWER!” The other women all cheered in unison.
“I’m sorry! I want out!” Dominik begged.
Rhea smirked and wagged her finger. “No take backs.”
“I don’t want this! I never wanted this!”
Rhea gave a half hearted shrug. “Too bad.”
“I wasn’t asking to be a baby!”
“Nobody ever does.”
“Yeah, but I was trying to call you Mami in like…the sexy way!”
The room went silent. “You know I have a boyfriend, right?” Rhea asked, hands on her hips. “That’s not the save you think it is.”
Dominik’s forehead broke out into a cold sweat. “I’m sorry Mami!” He quivered. “I don’t know what I was talking about!” He laughed, nervously. “I’m just a baby!” His self-debasement was rewarded with giggles all around.
Rhea leaned in so close that she could have bit off Dom’s nose. “It’s okay, baby boy,” she said. “Mami knows.” A wolfish grin flashed. “Okay ladies,” she said standing up. We’ve got ourselves our first baby shower game. We’ve got our new baby! He’s got a wet nappy! Who can guess how long he is?”
Snickers all around.
Rhea laughed too, but at the guests. “Babies can’t stand, you ninnies. It doesn’t make sense to guess how tall he is!” Dom’s heart sank. He couldn’t stand at present. Not without being in agony. Speaking of his gimmicked booties, his heart raced down to the soles of his feet when Rhea said. “Winner gets to change him.”
“Oooooooooooooo!” The ladies all said, looking at one another mischievously. Dominik, of course, was far less enthused.
“Phones away,” Rhea commanded. “Let’s do this right.”
Becky Lynch pocketed hers first. “No more pictures?”
“No more Googling!”
Bailey smacked her forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
The contenders stood shoulder to shoulder. “We’re doing this Price Is Right style. Left to right, no copying. Closest gets the honor.”
Dominik wasn’t sure who, if anyone, he wanted to win. He watched them watching him, literally measuring him up, possibly trying to remember him standing in their minds’ eyes and comparing him. Dominik shut his eyes and hoped for the least worst if not the best.
“Five foot ten.”
“Five eleven.”
“Twenty inches!” That got some surprised laughs.
“Not even close,” Rhea said, “but I like your commitment.” She continued down the line.
“Six foot.”
“Six…two?”
“Six-one.”
“Five foot six.”
Eyes still closed, Dominik suppressed a scowl. He wasn’t Undertaker tall but he wasn’t that short! He almost said as much and then remembered he was stuck stewing in giant pissed-in pampers.
Alexa bit her lip. “Seventy…three…inches.”
“CORRECT!”
“Hey!” Carmella complained. “That’s the same as six foot one!”
Alexa stepped out of line and stuck her tongue out. “Yeah, but babies are measured in inches!”
Rhea shrugged and handed the diaper bag over to Alexa. “Woman’s got a point.’
“You probably don’t even know how to change a diaper!” Dakota jeered, playfully.
Alexa took this as a cue. “It’s not that hard.” She skipped up to the side of the carriage and stopped parallel to Dominik’s thighs, putting his diaper area in easy reach. “First you unsnap the onesie.” Her fingers plunged between Dominik’s spread legs and opened up the onesie one snap at a time. “Then you shimmy it up past the baby’s belly button so you can get to the diaper.”
She roughly hiked it up past the diaper. Unlike with an actual baby, she gave his thighs little taps and prods and pinches, hinting that if Dominik knew what was good for him he’d help her. Dominik lifted his legs into the air and boosted his hips as best he could so that Alexa could slide the onesie back up and over the smooth soft plastic on his bottom.
Dominik exhaled and lowered his legs back down. She dug around in the diaper bag for a moment. “You wanna make sure you have the fresh diaper and wipes and stuff already out before you open the diaper up.” Her voice suddenly leapt up into a cutesy nasally pitch. “Don’t want our widdle Dom Dom to turn into a fountain and go wee-wee!”
Oh gosh! She was narrating! Saying everything out loud! Making his humiliation plain! Talking like he couldn’t understand what was going on!
Approving laughter paired side by side with Dom’s mortification. “How am I doing, moms?” she asked in her normal speaking voice. There were polite nods and thumbs up from the women who’d had more experience with diapering.
Rhea interrupted her. “Ladies, why are you standing so far away? Gather round, gather round!”
And so they did. They formed a perimeter. Dominik was restrained, and penned in by bodies. And none of them were paying overmuch attention to his face.
“Okay,” Alexa chirped. “Then you gotta take off the tapes.”
RRRRIP
RIIIIIP
RIP
RRRR-RRRR-IIIIIII-PP
From staccato to legato, each bit of sticky tape coming off the old diaper made him feel so much worse. “Then you open up the diaper!” Alexa reached forward and peeled back the front of his diaper, exposing his manhood to all.
It was cold. It was wet. People were staring. The diaper was so sodden and soggy that it practically oozed off. The air conditioning was set on high.
Any and all of those reasons were reasons Dominik Mysterio gave himself for why he shivered so when exposed and why certain things may or may not have been as big as he imagined them to be.
Everyone was looking at him! Not AT him, but at him. Why were they staring? He didn’t have anything that they hadn’t seen before, right? What were they whispering about all of a sudden? They were are adults here, weren’t they?
Wasn’t he?
“He might be scared, so it’s important to talk to him,” Alexa continued her ‘lesson’. “It’s okay Dom Dom. I’m just gonna get you out of that icky wet diaper and clean you up so you’re nice and dry.” She spoke in her cutesy, babying voice. “Auntie Alexa will make it aaaaallll better.”
“Oooooooo!” The girls howled and pointed. “I think he likes it!”
To his unending shame, part of him was reacting to the baby talk and cooing in a decidedly non-babyish way. With no pain in his bladder, his manhood was acting more receptive to the presence of so many beautiful women giving him their full and enthusiastic attention. Not even the coldness of the wipes being dragged and dabbed across his cock.
Alexa didn’t break character. “It’s okay. It’s natural.” To her friends, she said “It’s not like he knows what to do with it anyway. That bit of a barb relieved some pressure in a most unpleasant and unsatisfying way.
“You wipe the front first,” she said. She prodded him to lift his legs. “Then you wipe the bottom. And you slip the old pee-pee diaper away and ball it up.”
Dominik did his best to cross his legs and hide his shame in the interim, to little effect.
“Then you take the fresh diaper and unfold it,” Alexa continued, “and slip it on under the baby’s bum. And set him down gently on it.” Dominik sighed, ironically appreciating the difference in texture between the old and new diapers, yet screaming internally that he was in a state to be able tell the difference.
“Then you dust him off with some powder,” Alexa cooed. “Want the baby to smell cute and not like pee-pee.” Dominik thought he heard an aside about how more of the men’s locker room needed to smell like baby powder. “And then you just spread his legs, pull the diaper back up and tape everything back into place.”
Dominik laid there for a four-count, one for each tape. Then his hips were lifted, and his buttons re-snapped. “All done!” The assembled tormentors all clapped and cheered politely
“Very good job, Alexa,” Rhea praised, taking the diaper bag away from her cohort. “You’re a natural.”
Alexa did a mock bow and then said. “I couldn’t have done it without Dom Dom. He was such a good little baby, no crying at all!”
Rhea beamed. “Good point. Newborns normally aren’t so cooperative.” Dominik felt his guts twist. Was he going to get punished for not putting up enough of a fight? There was no winning with them! “Maybe my baby Dom Dom is bigger than I expected…”
Dominik blinked. Was he hearing her correctly? Was she giving him an out? A way to age up?
His ‘Mami’ seemed to confirm his hopes. “Who wants to see if the baby can crawl?”
Hands shot up all around, and jeering cries of “I do!” and “Me-me-me-me-me!” rang out.
Rhea dug back into the diaper bag and produced the key. “Sounds like the me-me-mes have it.” To Bailey she quietly said, “Set the cones up,” and circled round to Dominik’s bound wrists. The key was the one that went to Dom’s handcuffs and not to the mittens and booties. Freed from the former, he remained firmly imprisoned in the latter. “Help him out ladies,” she ordered casually and strolled away. They were only too happy to oblige.
Hands descended on him, lifting him up out of the custom carriage by the arms until he was dangling from Becky and Liv’s shoulders like a scarecrow on posts. Out of habit, he let himself be lowered down to his feet, and instantly regretted it.
“Ow ow ow ow!” Yup! Just like stepping on a bunch of legos. He couldn’t untangle himself fast enough so that his knees could buckle and he could sink all the way to the smooth ballroom floor.
The comments came immediately
“Someone’s too little to walk.”
“Poor thing!”
“He can crawl, though!”
Hammering the hint home, Rhea had stopped her leisurely stroll across the room and parked herself but to what Dominik’s addled brain could best be described as a rainbow colored flying saucer crossed with a sex swing. “Come on, baby!” she called all the way across the room. “Come to Mami!” She hunched over and patted her knees, beckoning him like a dog…or a baby just learning to crawl.
Might as well get this over with.
Teeth gritted, and head tilted down to the floor, Dominik crawled on hands and knees towards Rhea while eight other women taunted and attempted to humiliate him.
“Such a good baby!”
“Look at him crawling straight to his Mami!”
“Look at that little tush up in the air.”
“They are so cute at this age!”
This part? Right at this moment? This part was easy. Dominik had gotten used to playing the slimy heel. Taunts and jeers could just roll off his back. An individual’s scorn hurt way less than the mockery and derision of a crowd. Outnumbered as he was and the center of attention, there were just enough overlapping voices for him to tune the entire thing out.
Dom’s retreat inside himself lasted only as long as it took him to reach Rhea’s knees. He came to a stop, and stayed there, waiting for the next command, panting like a tired dog. There’s a reason most people walked upright. Crawling actually required more coordination and effort. Twice the energy with only a quarter of the speed.
Unable to sit back on his heels, Dominik looked up at his Mami and felt her presence as strongly as if she were stomping down on his spine. “Good baby!” she pseudo-praised. “Think you’re big enough to race?”
“Race?” Dominik said, uncertainly. “Against who?” The idea of getting into a crawling match with someone sounded out of place.
Rhea took her phone back out and punched in a few buttons. “Just the clock.” She turned her phone around, now on a stopwatch countdown screen. A mere forty-five seconds clocked in. “Let’s see how big you are.”
Hazing. This was hazing. Dominik knew it when he saw it. It was twisted, but this was a test. Just a form of ‘paying his dues’. But if it was, that meant there had to be a way out. Something to do to satisfy them so that he could get his dignity back. “What do you I gotta do, Mami?”
Pure satisfaction came to Rhea’s face. “Such a smart baby!” she ruffled the bonnet on his head. “You’re Auntie Bailey has put little cones all around the room.” She squatted down to Dominik’s eye level and pointed. “See?”
Dominik followed Rhea’s finger and saw a little orange traffic cone, the kind used for kiddie soccer drills and the like. “Yeah…”
“We’ve got a little track,” Rhea told him. “Like an obstacle course.” Dominik scanned the room. He didn’t have an overhead view but he could tell the route was neither a straight line or a simple circle. More of a baby Grand Prix than drag racing or NASCAR. “If you crawl fast enough, it’ll prove you’re not really a newborn.”
“And if I don’t?” He had to know the stakes. He just had to.
A wicked smile from Rhea gave Dominik chills. “Back in the carriage you go.”
Dominik caught his breath. Fuck. This was going to suck. What other choice did he have? Anything to get out of this ridiculous outfit. Double or nothing it was. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Rhea stood back up. “Alright then, Dom Dom,” she taunted. “On your mark. Get set!”
WHAP! The smack on his bottom didn’t hurt anything save his pride. “GO!”
Dominik surged forward towards the first cone.
“Go, go, go, go, go!” The girls cheered. “You can do it Dom Dom! “
Carmella rushed to the second cone and waved like a first base coach at Little League. “Come on, baby! Come on this way! You can do it!”
Dom pumped his legs so hard he almost galoped. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Boney knees did not feel good coming down hard on solid ground again and again. At least in the ring he got knee pads.
He rounded the next cone and crawl-sprinted for Nikki. The others were ‘helping’.
“TWENTY-FIVE SECONDS!” Rhea boomed.
Shit! Remaining or elapsed? Remaining or elapsed?! Dom decided it didn’t matter. He dug the balls of his feet and the tips of his toes into the floor, trying to get more traction. He instantly regretted. Any weight across the bottom of his feet was punished. He yelped and yowled in pain, lost his footing and planted face first onto the floor.
“Oooof! Poor baby!”
“Maybe he’s not ready to be a crawler!”
The taunts spurred him on. He crawled forward, ignoring the building ache in his limbs. If shuffling his legs instead of picking them up fully off the ground affected his speed he couldn’t tell.
“Under the table! Under the table,” Bailey hinted.
Dominik took a sharp right turn (as sharp as he could, considering) and barreled underneath one of the tables. Sure enough, the next orange cone was right there. Where was the next one?
“FIFTEEN SECONDS!”
“Go, go, go, go!” He realized he was back near the carriage. Everyone was pointing back towards Rhea. Back towards the sex-swing thing. “Go, baby, go!”
“TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX.”
Dominik his toes underneath him one last time. He pushed through the pain and dove forared. “FIVE. FOUR. THREE.”
He landed with a flop and kept skidding, his exposed flesh rubbing and practically squeaking against the floor.
‘TWO!”
Cheers went up when the top of Dominik’s head brushed Rhea’s ankles. He’d done it! He’d done it! He’d done it! His heart thudded and his lungs heaved. That was so much harder than it should have been, but he’d done it!
Finally, it was over.
The cheers reduced to a smattering of applause. “Good job, Dom Dom!” Rhea praised. “You really are big enough to crawl! Do you know what that means?”
Still huffing, puffing, and wincing, Dominik pushed himself back up to all fours and nodded. Yes. That meant he didn’t have to get back into that stupid carriage. It meant this torture was going to end.
Dues paid. Back to normal.
“That’s right,” Rhea said. “Iiiiiit’s play time!”
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Hope spot…
Two hours later and the ‘fun’ had yet to stop.
“Yee Haw!” the girls clapped, hooted and hollered.
“Ride ‘em cowboy!”
“Get ‘em, Dom Dom!”
Now even Carmella and Dakota were calling him by that stupid nickname.
Dominik sat on an adult sized rocking horse, dressed like Woody from Toy Story, sans the pants. A comically tiny cowboy hat strapped around his chin, one hand holding useless reins that didn’t go anywhere, the other one shaking a rattle.
The ladies sat around him in a semicircle on chairs, munching on cake, sarcastically cheering him on like he was some kind of Chip N Dale’s dancer despite how utterly ridiculous he looked. His diaper crinkled beneath him with every back and forth motion he made, reminding him about his status; recent memory a testament that it could always get worse.
Not much longer. Not much longer. Couldn’t be.
“Yippee Kai Yay!”
He’d been good. He’d been so good. Had no other choice. He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t run. They’d let him take the mittens off, but his legs were still fundamentally useless. No chance for escape. The only option was for him to be the girls’ baby doll; to dress in silly costumes and to play silly games for their amusement.
They’d made him wear a custom bib while guessing baby food flavors. The words ‘BIG BABY DOM DOM’ were stitched on it.
They’d put a faux graduation cap and those drunk goggles on his head for a ‘story time’ in which he couldn’t read.
Besides dress up time and other things to ‘prove’ what an incapable baby he was, Rhea and the others had forced him to play with all sorts of baby toys: He’d stacked blocks while on his knees, wearing a plastic hard hat. They’d put conductor’s overalls on him and made him crawl around on all fours, pushing toy trains on a wooden track. Every time he thought it was over, it just got a little bit worse. Every outfit swap caused him to hope against hope that Rhea would at least pause this torment. It only escalated.
He didn’t try to escape. Not once. No point. He had nowhere to go, and most of the time couldn’t have passed as anything other than a side-show comedy act. To add to his discomfort, his bladder was starting to rage again. Rhea was very ‘good’ about keeping him hydrated. Every play activity was punctuated with bottle feeding- gatorade, water, juice- to keep him well hydrated.
One might think that the feeling of a full bladder wouldn’t have bothered him after literally pissing himself earlier, but that just made it worse. He’d done it once. A little voice in the back of his brain assured him that he could do it again. The hardest part about not thinking about something is that it’s impossible to consciously do. In trying not to pee his pants a second time, his bladder became the near sole focus of his attention. And every obnoxiously loud crinkle with every micro movement sounded like the ticking of a clock.
It wouldn’t be long now.
One way or another the torment would be done.
The joke had reached its natural limits.
Just a few more imaginary laps on the rocking horse. It was the last toy he’d yet to play with as far as he could tell. Just a few more gliding galloping strides on a toy meant for literal babies and their fun would be done. The rocking horse was the last monstrous yet infantile contraption left. Every other humiliation had been exhausted.
Almost.
A hand reached up took Dom by the wrist, rousing him from his trance. He looked down at Rhea, seeing what he swore was some kind of mercy in her eyes. “Okay,” she said. “I think that’s enough. You’ve been a very good baby.” She held her arms open, signaling for him to fall into her. He did, easy as pie. “You’ve had enough playtime.”
The proceeding sigh was palpable. So much cringing and wincing and muffled groans of torment. Laying there in her arms, Dominik let every muscle in his body finally relax…
…until he was carted back to the sex swing. Oh yeah. He’d forgotten about that. He was shifted over the rim of the flying saucer sex-swing. Another custom job, no doubt, but for the life of him Dominik still couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be. The saucer section was bright green, with a thick cloth bucket seat in the center. His bootied feet and bare legs were threaded through until he slipped right off of Rhea and was suspended inside it by heavy duty bungee cords.
Ow!
Ow!
Ow!
The contraption held his weight, but just barely. If he wasn’t careful, he ended up putting too much force on the soles of his feet and it became lego city all over again. Damn. Not quite over. He was so tired, so blown up, but he still couldn’t rest.
Bailey and Alexa ambushed him and reapplied the blunted mittens. Whatever bit of awful awaited him wouldn’t require his hands. They took the cowboy vest and tiny hat with them. The only things on his body were the diaper and mittens.
“There we go,” Rhea said, when they were done. “Time to cool off. Baby Dom Dom is all safe in his bouncer!”
Dom’s eyes widened not with pain but recognition. That’s what this contraption was! He hadn’t thought such a thing could exist so it didn’t even occur to him. But now that she’d called a spade a spade, Dom couldn’t think of it as anything else. He was trapped in a giant bouncer. This had to be the last bit. It just had to be!
“Ladies,” Rhea said. “Dom Dom has had a lot of fun playing with his toys, but as you know, the most important and practical part of a baby shower is getting outfits for the little guy so that he’s not running around starkers all day.” She gestured to the all-but naked Dom as an example. That was meant with knowing laughter.
Too bad he wasn’t actually naked. Being naked sounded better than how he presently was.
“So go on,” Rhea said. “Show him his presents, Aunties.”
Two boxes, different in size but identically wrapped, were placed in front of him. “Go on, Dom Dom. Rip it up!”
Dom tried, but the mittens locked to his wrists only let him pound at the flimsy cardboard beneath the wrapping paper. Maybe he could wedge the box between his balled up fists and tear at the wrapping paper with his teeth…
“Here,” Becky said, snatching the first box away. “I’ll help.” Having access to one’s
“What do you say, baby?”
Dominik sighed in frustration. “Thank you, Aunt Becky.”
His frustration turned to confusion and momentary elation when he saw what was inside. Crisp white sneakers with a powder blue stripe running down the side, the word ‘JORDAN’ etched out in white.
“Someone’s got new shoooooes!”
Dominik was so excited, he peed a little without realizing it! These were practically the exact opposite of what was on his feet at present. Fantasy scenes of him playing basketball in the gym or just walking around from place to place showing off. Shoes like these were too good to do actual work in. “Thank-!” The wrapping paper from the second box came off before Dominik was able to express his sincere appreciation. “-you?”
The new Jordan Team Showcases went perfectly with the powder blue sailor suit and matching cap. “He’s gonna look so cute in these!”
Dominik’s excitement plummeted. Something that would have added to his sense of success and adulthood was being paired with to enhance appearing like an overgrown toddler (at best). Adding peanut butter to a shit sandwich did not enhance the sandwich; it only ruined perfectly good peanut butter.
“What do you say, Dom Dom?”
A dejected sigh. “Thank you, Aunt Becky.”
Becky reached out and pinched the side of Dominik’s face so hard that it might as well have been a submission hold. “You’re welcome Dom Dom!” she laughed.
And so the parade continued. The Jordan 6 Retros paired wonderfully well with matching pin stripe shortalls-complete with snappies in the crotch, the chalk vector blue Reeboks paired with similarly red white and blue romper with a drop seat in the back of it, and so on and so forth. The vintage Eddie Gurrero T-Shirt was an extra slap in the face. Merch typically sold long and baggy, but this one had been hemmed so that it would stop at the very top of Domonik’s diapers.
Oh god…Dominik hadn’t thought of that. They didn’t expect him to actually wear all this stuff, did they?
“Wussa-matta, Dom Dom?” Rhea warned him. “Do you not like your presents?”
“Babies don’t care about clothes,” Bailey reminded them. “Little boys are all about their toys.”
“Is that it?” Alex asked. “Do you want to keep playing with your toys?”
“I think he does,” Rhea said. She slithered back up to him, trapped in the bouncer, and asked. “Are you ready to keep playing in just your booties and nappies? Tired of clothes already? Do you wanna keep playing in just your booties and nappies? Or is my widdle guy getting sleepy? Is it nap time?”
Every person comes to a point where they reach the level of their patience. Dominik Mysterio had just reached his. Low and slow, he growled. “I’m. Not. A. Baby.”
“What was that, Dom Dom?” Rhea asked, leaning in and putting her hand to her ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you.
“I’M NOT A BABY!”
“Oooooooooooooooooo!” The party suddenly transformed into a highschool confrontation.
Behind her placid expression, Rhea’s eyes were on fire. “Oh really? Mister-Crawls-Around- Everywhere. You think you’re a big boy all of a sudden? Think you’re a man?”
“You’re making me crawl around!’ Dominik spat. “It’s bullshit!”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Rhea crossed her arms in front of her. “Someone’s got a potty mouth. Too bad he can’t hold it in long enough to go to the potty.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The young man’s face heated up like his diaper had hours before. “That was an accident-”
“That is what they call them, yes.”
“I’d been drinking all night and you wouldn’t let me go before you put this thing on me!”
Rhea smirked. “That wasn’t the one I put on you. That’s the one Auntie Alexa put on you.”
“You know what I mean, you…you…” Dom stopped himself. “YOU!” Sulking, afraid, yet stubbornly prideful, Dom held his tongue but looked away.
“Alexa,” Rhea said without turning her head, “get the paddle.”
No reply from the peanuts gallery.
Five seconds later, Rhea was standing in front of a suspended Dom, a large wooden paddle in her hand, the kind famously seen in every fraternity hazing ritual put to film.
“Mister Potty Mouth,” Rhea said. “You’ve earned yourself ten swats.” She patted the paddle in the palm of her hand. “If you’re as big as you say you are, you’ll take them like a man. No crying. No screaming. No fussing. No using your nappy.”
“If I prove you wrong, I get out?” Dominik asked. “This baby stuff stops?”
“Yup. Full big boy status.”
“Adult,” Dominik corrected her. “Adult status. No pull-ups. No making me sit on a potty chair. No cartoon underwear. Nothing like that. This just stops.”
The onlookers exchanged concerned looks. They weren’t ready for the fun to end just yet.
“Deal,” Rhea said. “But if you mess up even once…I’m proven right and the fun continues.”
Dominik took a deep breath. “Deal.”
The ring was removed from the bouncer rig. No more toys. No more whimsy. No more pretense. Several of the ladies helped each other to hoist and tighten the rigging. Dominik was left dangling; a puppet on a string; a flesh pinata; a hanged man.
“Ten swings,” Rhea repeated. ”No crying. No screaming. No accidents.”
Dominik nodded.
WHACK!
The first swing came hard and fast, contacting Dominik without warning or waiting for him to brace.
“One!”
Dom didn’t so much as flinch.
WHACK!
“Two!”
Rhea had made a grave miscalculation. The bulk of the diaper was acting as a shield against the full force and sting of the paddle. One humiliation device was countering another. And the harness was wrapped around Dominik’s ass, adding a second layer of protection and making it so the diaper couldn’t be removed.
Rhea had played herself.
WHACK!
Dom winced and squinted in pain. Rhea had realized her predicament and swung lower. Dom’s bottom was protected. His thighs not so much.
“THREE!”
WHACK!
“WOOOOOOOOOOO!” The gathered spectators cheered.
“FOUR!”
WHACK! WHACK!
Five and six rapidly followed. Dominik gritted his teeth and held his breath. FUCK! On top of his emotional and physical exhaustion, this was legitimately hurting. He paused a second to exhale. He wasn’t going to lose by groaning. He wasn’t going to give them any pretense that he’d cried or screamed liek a baby.
Then nothing.
Had he lost count?
Was it over!
WHACK!
“SEVEN!”
Rhea was just taking her time. Letting the pain set in and the bruising start to take effect. Damn but it hurt worse! Dominik slammed his eyes shut, just in case tears threatened.
WHACK!
“EIGHT”
WHACK!
“NINE!”
Breathing shallow. Blood pumping. Muscles braced. Only one more to go. One more swat and he was home fr-
“I know what my Dom Dom needs!” Rhea chirped. From behind, she leaned in and whispered breathily into his ear. “He just needs….TIKI-TIKI-TIKI-TIKI-TIKI-TIKI-TIKI!” Her fingers pressed into his stomach, jabbing into his ribs, poking and stabbing into his armpits.
Dominik’s eyes lit up in surprise.“N-!” his voice caught in his throat. His poor aching bladder! He hadn’t been paying attention to his bladder! He’d been so busy trying to regulate and tune out the outer pain, that the looming threat from in hadn’t occurred to him.
Just like a baby.
He’d been so emotionally overwhelmed and worn down that he’d let his guard down in other areas. Combined with the tickling, his bladder was only too happy to open fire directly into his awaiting undergarments.
Warmth exploded between his legs, piss splashing up against his privates and being quickly wicked away by thirsty pulp and cotton. The blood drained out of Dominik’s face while practically everything else flooded into his diaper. The diaper expanded around him, subtly swelling like a sponge. The warmth dripped down from his front down between his legs while the river of pee made its way to his taint. Within seconds, the very bottom of his cheeks were squishing in the formerly crisp and crinkling diaper.
“Dom?” Rhea asked, playfully. “Dom Dom? What’s wrong sweetie? Did you forget how to laugh?”
Standing directly in front of Dominik, Nikki smirked. “Nope,” she announced.”He just needs another change. He’s wet. Again.”
“What?”
“Really?”
“Seriously?”
““Gosh!”
“Oh my, fu- hahahahaah!”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
No amount of training or getting used to people making fun of him could have prepared Dominik for the reaction. A few giggled behind their hands, embarrassed for him and of him. Others grinned and gushed like he’d done something adorable. Rhea just nodded proudly and smirked, calm, but victorious. Dom had no happy place he could retreat to.
“Awwww poor baby!” Rhea went on mockingly. as if a grown man pissing himself was perfectly. “Looks like he couldn’t hold it in like a big boy after all. He only had one more spanking to go!”
“NO!” Dominik erupted. His throat rattled. His tears burst forth. “NO!” He flailed helplessly. “That’s cheating! You cheated!”
Rhea walked around to look the tantruming man directly in the eye. “Never said it could only be swats,” she taunted. “Did I?”
Cheating! Winning on a technicality! Such full and utter bullshit! But there was little Dominik could do about it. He’d been fooled again. He was the one sitting in a soaked pampers. He was the one crying like a spanked two year old. “Mamiiiii!” he begged. “P-p-p-please!”
“Please what, Dom Dom?”
“Please change me!”
Rhea slipped two fingers past the leg cuffs of his diaper. “You’re not that wet.” she said. “I think you can squish around in your nappy a little more without having to worry about a rash.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
She dug into the diaper bag and wiped her fingers. “You’ve got so many gifts left, Dom Dom. Don’t you want to see them? Play with them a little? They’re alllll for you!”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Dominik was beyond words by this point. He slammed his mittened fists on the front of his thighs. Pounded his chest like King Kong. Thrashed and kicked his useless legs in the air, not even close to hitting anything.
All that frustration and embarrassment had bubbled over in him and he was finally acting the part he was dressed as: Sitting in a squishy wet diaper, pounding his fists and kicking his feet impotently, and crying. Honestly, crying! Tears and bawling and shouting. A full on meltdown.
“Alright,” Rhea said. “That’s enough of that.” A pacifier was shoved into his mouth. Dom lacked the presence of mind so completely that he didn’t think to spit it out before it was too late. She grabbed the front ring on the pacifier and twisted it one-hundred and eight degrees.
A noticeable click. The hissing sound of a balloon filling up. The pacifier inflated so quickly that it threatened to choke him. His jaw was forced open as the bulb pressed up against the roof of his mouth and smashed his tongue back down. He was gagged, powerless to remove the inflated balloon from out of his mouth, but all outward appearances, he might as well have been a tiny taught suckling on his favorite binky
“Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmph!”
“Muuuuuch better,” Rhea said, tickling Dom under his chin. “Now Dom,” she said. “If you’re a good boy and play nice, Mami will change you out of that icky wet diaper. How does that sound?”
What else could Dom say? That is, what could he do? He nodded and accepted his fate.
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Promo…
Rhea, Bailey, and Alexa all clinked shot glasses and tossed back the tequila. The real stuff this time, not the watered down placebo meant to trick suckers into unwinnable drinking contests.
Tonight was not about planning and plotting, but about celebration! Mission accomplished. They’d put a little boy in his place and had more than enough photos to prove it should he ever need a reminder.
Shot glasses in one hand and phones in the other, the ladies flipped through all of the pictures they’d taken that day.
After his defeat and humiliation, they’d forced him to try on all of the outfits, one after the other, and paraded him up and down the line of applauding women pinching his cheeks and tickling at the back of his knees or giving tiny swats to his pillow pants bottom.
“So handsome.”
“A real lady killer”
“So mature for his age.”
He hadn’t even been allowed to dress himself. Bailey, or Alexa, or one of the others had made sure to strip him and dress him over half a dozen times before having him walk around again and get teased.
Each time, there was a moment where he was left in nothing but the soaking, sagging diaper with the alphabet block font on it. Each time, the only comfort he was given was another something to cover up the discolored crinkling mass and an assurance that he was an adorable baby boy who didn’t need to worry about such things.
After the play clothes, came the dress clothes, culminating in Dom sitting in Rhea’s lap in front of a green screen for a mock family portrait. They gave him nothing but a button up shirt, a clip on bow tie and a colorful rainbow beanie- propeller top included. Rhea obscured the sorry state of his underwear by wrapping her arm around his waist, and cupping his crotch with the palm of her hand.
Dom had no clue as to what would eventually be digitally added to the green screen in post. Rhea hadn’t decided yet. It might have been kind of funny to photoshop a wrestling ring, but she banished the thought. Why mix work and play? She was more than just a wrestler.
“Well done, ladies,” Rhea said. “Well done. Mission successful.”
“That was fun,” Bailey said. “Did you see the look on his face? Paid him back so bad!”
Alexa giggled. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he enjoyed some of it.”
“More than some!” Bailey guffawed. “I think this was a treat for him as much as it was for us.”
“For all the money we sunk into it, it better be.” Alexa said.
“Yeah…” Rhea said. “Rented a lot of stuff for this.” Furniture. Toys. Props. Stuff that wasn’t exactly easy or practical to transport. Too bad it was over.
Alexa must have had some of the weird powers she sometimes pretended to have on camera. “Hey, don’t get so down. We’ve still got a day or two before the big show and getting back on the road. The party isn’t over yet.”
“Gonna suck to have to give it all back, though.” Bailey sympathized.
“Not like we can give the shoes back,” Rhea grumbled. “Or the clothes. Or the nappies.”
“Yeah,” Alexa agreed. “Do you think he’s gonna use all those diapers in just a few days? I feel like we bought way too many.”
That was true. They’d bought enough to last a real baby a week or two, maybe longer. With as absorbent as they were, a single pack would have taken up most of a weekend with a couple to spare.
A terrible twinkle came into Rhea’s eyes. “Probably not.” She poured herself another shot. “Guess that means we won’t waste them.”
If her timing had been just a little more on, her companions would have sprayed burning mist in her face from laughing too hard. “Rhea, no!”
“No, Rhea!”
Their giddy grins said they were thinking the opposite of what they were saying.
“I’m not saying he’s going to have to wear them on camera,” Rhea mused. “But how many minutes do we have on T.V. a week anyways?”
“And he was very well behaved with that special paci…” Bailey added.
Alexa tacked on, “And he did look awfully cute in some of those clothes….”
Rhea finished the thought. “Maybe we should just see where this goes. To Mami-hood?”
All of three of them could drink to that. So they did.
“TO MAMI-HOOD!”
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Finish…
Dominik laid wide awake in his crib, listening to the baby monitor. He was keenly aware of everything the girls were saying about today, and about him specifically. Accidentally or not, they’d switched the end with the microphone up, letting him suffer in silence while they congratulated themselves, mocked, and made plans for him.
He shut his eyes, and rolled over, slamming a pillow on his head. The gentle hiss still filled his ears as his bladder finally relaxed and filled his diaper back up. At least he could go to sleep with an empty bladder.
“Let me go check on him,” the monitor broadcast Rhea’s words.
Dominik rolled over, pretending to be asleep. He heard the door open. “Come on Dom-Dom,” she coaxed. “Let’s get you changed.”
“Mmmmph?” Dominik mumbled from behind the pacifier. He rolled over and saw the cutesy cage he was in being opened up.
“I’m not gonna let you go to sleep in a wet nappy. That wouldn’t be proper, would it?” She opened her arms, and he obediently crawled into them, supporting himself so he was easier to carry.
Rhea let out a low groan, more out of tiredness than pain. Dominik was still a fully grown twenty six year old man, but Rhea was well…Rhea. It was the kind of tired grunt his mother used to make when carting around his little sister; back when she was old enough to walk but still liked being carried. He half expected Rhea to say ‘You’re getting heavy!’
She transported him back over to the changing table. He didn’t struggle while she secured him to the changing table. He wasn’t getting out of this house. At least he could get out of this diaper. So much for dignity.
Rhea quietly ripped the tapes off his diaper and started to cleanse him without comment. There was something oddly nice about that. In another circumstance could be almost sensual instead of mortifying.
“This will feel so much better,” Rhea commented. “Babies love having their nappies changed, don’t they?”
Dominik tried nothing, not even mumbling through the gag they’d left in.
“Legs up,” Rhea commanded. Dominik did so without thinking. He grimaced behind his pacifier as the wipes made their way to his buttocks and between his cheeks. “Front to back, you got soaked Dom Dom! Someone was about to leak!” It almost sounded like a compliment.
Almost.
Something resembling relief lit up in Dominik when the fresh diaper was unfolded and slipped underneath him. “Legs down.” His impatience only grew with the sprinkling of baby powder all over his groin. He’d hate to admit it, but it did feel good.
Finally (finally), the new diaper was pulled up and secured snugly around his waist. Rhea patted the front of the diaper lightly. “There we go. All done.” She reached forward and grabbed Dom’s pacifier and gave it a click.
“Thank God,” Dominik whispered to himself when the balloon deflated and his mouth was finally free of the torturous device. For a while he’d almost started thinking of himself as a cuter version of that one guy from Pulp-Fiction. Just with less leather and more plastic. (Where’d he go to the bathroom, anyway?)
“I’m so proud of you,” Rhea teased. “Such a good baby!” Dom was too tired to think anything of it.
What did catch his attention was when she boosted herself up onto the changing table, and readjusted Dominik so his head was in her lap. “So…” she said, pushing her shirt up to just below her breasts. “...I think you’ve earned yourself a little reward, don’t you?”
Dominik’s heart started beating faster. His mouth began to water. The inside of his fresh diaper felt just a little bit tighter. Was this really happening? Maybe it was! She’d gone full tilt in pretty much every other aspect of this charade. Why not breastfeeding?
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…Mami?”
“Good baby!”
He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, puckered his lips, and latched onto the rubber nipple of yet another massive baby bottle. Full of milk. Squirting down his throat.
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” Rhea asked, winking maliciously.
For a second? Yeah, he really did.
(The End)
