Andrew spent his day in the nursery variously bottle feeding, messing in his diapers and napping as his schedule and needs demanded. Andrew was taken from the nursery to spend a bit of time in the playpen at four o’clock when the doorbell rang. It was Amber, Krystyn’s babysitter of choice.
Krystyn ushered her into the family room and accompanied her over to the playpen to introduce her to little Jimmy. Jimmy was crouched on all fours with spit running down his chin and wearing nothing but a disposable diaper. Baby Jimmy looked up at the comely teenaged girl and gazed in a fit of infantile enchantment. Slobber rolled down his chin and pooled between his hands as the baby looked up at Amber’s face in wonder. Had Andrew been controlling his body instead of his infantine subconscious, he would have drooled in lust instead of his lack of muscular control; Amber was a knockout in her tight-fitting blue jeans. Their well-designed seams criss-crossing the curve of her hips were semi-hidden in the areas of side pockets to make them snuggly hug her shapely derrière. The light and dark blue striped tank-top that she wore over her bra-less breasts exposed the skin of her slim waist as well as her perfectly formed belly button. She was the epitome of a college boy’s wet dream. Amber exuded an aura of feminine innocence and caring that made her irresistible to males of all ages. She was eighteen-years-old with long blonde hair that curled lusciously around her shoulders to frame the face of an earth-bound angel with sea blue eyes. Although her “D” cup sized breasts could not have been said to have made her “overly” endowed, they were still large enough to attract Andrew’s prurient interest. The tight-fitting tank-top she wore over the bare skin of her busts gave her a deep cleavage that promised delights that Andrew had only dreamt of in his most private fantasies.
Evidently, Andrew’s subconscious was as taken with her appearance as Andrew’s adult mind was; as she approached the playpen, he cooed loudly in greeting and laboriously pulled himself up to stand at the side of the playpen to better observe the female presence who had entered the room. Amber had an almost magical ability to charm males whether they were still babes in diapers or the hulking captains of football teams. There was something about her presence that made males melt at the sight of her and drool both figuratively and literally in anticipation of being held or touched by her. She looked down over the railing of the mesh walled playpen and said in a low seductive voice, “Hello, Jimmy! It’s so nice to meet you! Your Auntie is going out tonight so I’ll be taking care of you until she gets home.”
Jimmy’s jaw fell open in awe at the sound of her voice as the tight waistline of his plastic-covered disposable diaper, having been stretched by an hour of crawling on all fours, slid halfway down his plump bottom in salute to her with a ceremonial lowering of his colors in tribute to her sublime presence. She was a dream come true.
Amber turned to Krystyn and said, “Just look at that enchanting smile on his angelic face!” Then she turned back to Jimmy and said, “You are a sweet little thing aren’t you? I think you and I will get along perfectly, don’t you? By the look of you, you’re too young to even talk, aren’t you? That’s okay, Sweetie, Aunt Amber knows just what to do to make little babies like you happy and contented! You and I are going to enjoy each other’s company tonight, aren’t we?”
Jimmy made a gaaaa sound in response as if agreeing with her and she continued with an infectious nod that would compel instant assent from any male, young or old, who saw it and heard her honey-soaked words; “You’re too tiny and adorable for me to call you Jimmy, so I’ll just call you ‘Jim-Jim’. Okay, Sweetheart?”
Krystyn glanced down at Jimmy, seeing him staring glassy-eyed off into space and thought to herself, “I wonder what that funny glazed look on Jimmy’s face means?”
As the infant mind of Jimmy entered a temporary fugue state, Andrew’s adult mind flooded back into his forebrain to reclaim his rightful kingdom. Andrew was momentarily stunned by the switch in control, but after a few seconds he regained stability. He gazed up at the two women discussing their plans for him that evening and cringed at the state of undress he was in before the sexy young woman. He glanced down at himself and saw that his disposable diaper had not been taped as tightly as it should have been; it sagged dangerously on his hips, threatening to fall down and expose his privates at any minute. Andrew thought that it was bad enough that he was forced to expose himself to the lovely teenaged girl wearing nothing but a diaper, but the idea of having it fall down and letting it “all hang out” was humiliating. He hitched at his diaper with one hand to pull it up, but the loose fit of the diaper at his waist only caused the other side to slip further down his hip on the other side. He realized that if he used both hands to hold his diaper up, it would draw attention to him, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid! Andrew gave up, knowing that he had been trapped into a lose-lose situation. He took his hand away from the diaper after pulling it straight across his tummy, having decided it was better to do nothing than aggravate the situation by drawing attention and making a spectacle of himself.
In response to his actions, Andrew’s diaper slipped another inch, promising to become a full disrobement within moments. If it did, Amber would witness the traditional and instinctive salute that every heterosexual male of the human species made in the presence of true femininity. Unbeknownst to Andrew, his little penis had achieved its version of a near-full erection in honor of the pulchritude of the young woman who stood before him.
Amber noticed the slippage of the baby’s diaper and without a word, she began to stoop over the side of the playpen to reposition his diaper. As she bent down, her breasts fell downward out of her half-bra to expose the full munificence of the bounty that they promised. Andrew sighed unconsciously at the sight before him, causing his belly to contract and his diaper to lose its tenuous grip on his tummy. Gravity snatched the diaper from his behind, causing the white banner of infancy to drop to half-mast in surrender to her charms as the disposable diaper settled around his knees. As if to complete the quasi-military courtesy to her womanhood, the tiny bow chaser between his legs brought itself to a position of full, non-threatening elevation. She smiled at his adorable miniature erection as she lifted him from the playpen and knelt down on the floor at his feet with his body draped supine and lengthwise on the carpet before her. Amber unfastened the tapes on the disposable and pulled the front of the diaper down so she could reposition his little bottom on the diaper before refastening it more tightly. Jimmy’s face blushed in embarrassment as she pulled his feet apart to allow the diaper to pass between his thighs. Before she had taken him out of the playpen, just the top of his little pee-pee could be seen from above, but once she spread his legs, his privates were completely exposed to the beautiful stranger. Amber ignored his infant-sized erection and deftly picked up his ankles in one hand while she slide the diaper beneath him and reseated his behind on the diaper as she continued to talk. She had seen erections on both men and babes and was unimpressed by the best exhibitions of either. Andrew’s small subconscious attempt to impress her with his physical prowess was so miniscule as to be beneath notice.
As Amber turned to Krystyn and inquired coyly, “Is he weaned yet? Or is he still on the bottle?”