Rose put Bri-Bri down on the floor in front of the couch and said, “Why don’t you sit on the couch and watch the baby for me while I go into the kitchen and make some popcorn for us? It won’t take long, then we can watch a movie on TV before it’s time to put the little one in his crib.”
“Okay,” David agreed.
Howard crawled around the carpet for a minute before stopping to look up at the naked young man. His long circumcised penis rested comfortably on the twin mounds of his scrotum that lay on the couch between his legs surrounded by a thick mat of curly dark pubic hair. Even when Howard had had his adult body, he hadn’t been hung like that. The high school kid’s equipment made Howard extremely jealous. Howard was twice the man the kid was even in his reduced state. The only thing this kid had over him was the size of his cock. If only he had retained the ability to speak, he could have wooed Rose the way she deserved. Howard wished he had met Rose before his transformation had happened. He could have shown her what a real man was like. A man didn’t need a long dong to pleasure a woman; all that was really needed was the right touch and the right words and women would melt into a man’s arms. The clumsy oaf in front of him had been blessed with enough to pleasure a Goddess and could barely manage a silly schoolgirl. She gave David orders as if she was his babysitter as well as his lover.
When Rose returned, she sat on the couch with David with the bowl of popcorn. The inviting aroma of the fresh-popped, buttered kernels made Howard drool copiously. He wished mightily that he could share the bowl of popcorn with his teenaged keepers, but his lack of teeth made that impossible. All he could do was crouch on his hands and knees before them with baby spit dripping from his chin while they watched TV and stuffed their faces. From time to time Rose would pause and smile down at little Bri-Bri who was staring up at her with an expression of intense interest on his fat baby face. He looked adorable; his mouth was open in infant awe while strings of saliva fell from his chin. If Rose hadn’t known better, she would have sworn by the look on his face that he wanted some of their popcorn. That was impossible of course. Babies didn’t eat buttered popcorn. Little Bri-Bri couldn’t have possibly have ever tasted the popular snack. Nevertheless, whenever she looked at him she got the impression that he had an intense longing for something on the couch. She waved her greasy hand playfully towards him and went back to watching the movie with her boyfriend. Howard crawled over to their feet and stopped to look at the huge objects that dwarfed his own tiny appendages. From his height on the carpet, their legs seemed to be part of some enormous flesh-colored statuary erected by a forgotten civilization. They reminded Howard of photos of Egyptian statues of Ramses the Great he had seen in his youth. There was something majestic about the way that her perfectly proportioned legs towered over him and rose out of sight. He put his hand next to her foot and made a quick sight measurement; from heel-to-toe, her bare foot was three times the length of the distance between the ends of his fingers and the heel of his palm. If he grasped her big toe, it would have filled his tiny hand. Howard looked up at her crotch and saw the pink skin of her naked vulva displayed in innocent abandon to him. She didn’t even seem to notice his open mouthed stare at her genitals. As an infant, his lusts were beneath notice. Howard looked at the giant clitoris and wondered how he would mount her if he could get her to sit still for his advances. The greater question was how he would be able to maintain an erection with his infantile genitalia. At best, his short little penis would only tickle her and make her laugh. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized that adult sexuality was beyond him now. He had been relegated to the world of playpens and diapers. Nothing he could say or do would change that fact. Howard watched as David’s hand strayed over to her clitoris and began gently stroking her. She shivered in repressed excitement and moved closer to him, snuggling against his shoulder. Howard dropped his eyes in frustration and saw the puddle of saliva that had pooled on the carpet underneath his chin. Suddenly, he was embarrassed by his uncontrolled drooling. He backed off rapidly from his position at their feet and quietly crept over to the other side of the living room. With luck, they might think one of their drinks had spilled while they were watching the movie. He sat down on the carpet and splayed his legs in front of him, fingering the thick padding of his diaper in regret at his loss of masculinity. When his bottom began to feel warm, he knew he had started to dribble in his diaper. There was nothing he could do about it, so he let it happen without crying. Rose would change his diaper soon enough when she discovered he was wet. In the meantime, he would let the teenagers have their fun without his interference. Without thinking, his hand gravitated to his mouth and inserted his thumb as he watched the two teenager’s heavy petting. Rose’s hand went to David’s crotch and wormed its way beneath to find the region between his testicles and his anus. After a few minutes of diddling his sensitive skin, he was as erect as a flagpole. It wasn’t long before Rose was sitting on David’s lap with the movie muted and forgotten. Howard watched in awe as the two gyrated and bounced in a frenzy of sexual ecstasy. As if in response to the visual stimulation, Howard peed in his diaper again. Just as they climaxed with groans of pleasure, Howard felt his bowels move and fill his diaper again. Howard was so humiliated by his infant reflexes, that he began to cry. Loud howls of a distressed infant bounced from the sheetrock walls as the two teenagers sighed in satisfaction and melted into each other’s arms without separating. Rose ignored his wails with a murmur of “In das mitndrinen yetz!” of Yiddish irritation and turned her attention back to her lover’s chest to stroked it in appreciation for his attentions. Baby Bri-Bri could wait, she had more important things on her mind. By the semi-erect feel of David’s penis, he wasn’t quite finished yet. Rose dismounted and took David’s hand to lead him down to the carpet. Once there, she made him kneel before her while she used her tongue to restore him to full manhood. Then she turned her back to him and crouched on her hands and knees, dropping her chest to the floor to allow him better entry from the rear. David got the message loud and clear. He grasped her hips in his hands and moaned as he entered her for a second time. Howard sniveled as he observed the young man pumping his babysitter for a full ten minutes before he came a third time and exploded in orgasm. Both David’s and Rose’s bodies quaked in sexual tetany for almost three minutes before the trembling stopped. Howard whimpered in an agony of loss and jealousy. “What is it with that kid?”, David asked in irritation, “Every time we get going, he starts crying! Can’t you give him a pacifier or something?” Rose grinned up at him and said, “I’d like to see how you’d react if you messed your diaper while your babysitter was making love! Can’t you smell it? What is he supposed to do? Walk up and tap me on the shoulder and say, ‘Excuse me, please mam, but I think I’ve made a poopy in my dydee. When you’re finished, could you change it for me, please?'” She paused for effect and continued, “David, he’s a baby! How else is he supposed to communicate other than crying? He can’t even talk yet!” “I wasn’t talking about that, I was just commenting on is timing,” David replied. Rose shrugged her shoulders and said, “When a baby has to go, he goes! He can’t control himself! Let me get up and take care of him. It’s past his bedtime anyway.” She winked one eye and said, “Once he’s in his crib, we can do it again. That is, if you’re man enough!” Rose got up off the carpet and went over to Bri-Bri to pick him up. As she did, she inadvertently pressed his face to her breast. Howard found himself confronted by her erectile nipple pushing at his lower face. The temptation was too great to resist, he grasped her tit in both hands and began sucking. Rose laughed and turned to David to let him see his rival. “Look at him, David! He’s trying to nurse my boob! Isn’t he adorable?” “I’d rather it was me,” David said with a twinge of jealousy. “Ohhhh, would Davy like me to come back and put him in dydees after she takes care of little Bri-Bri?”, Rose said sarcastically, “After she’s got her baby dressed up all nice and snuggy-poo in his dydees, he can suck on Rose’s titty all he wants! Is that what Davy wants? I’m sure Bri-Bri’s mother won’t mind if I take one or two of his diapers to dress up MY baby! There will still be plenty of titty for you when little Bri-Bri is done!” “Well…uhhh,” David answered, with a temporizing pause, not sure of how he should answer. Rose tapped her foot impatiently and said, “I see! Well, now! You just sit on the floor right there and Aunt Rose will be back to take care of you in a minute. Okay?” David nodded in agreement, not sure of what he had gotten himself into. Howard continued to suckle her teat as she carried him back to the nursery. Rose took Bri-Bri to the nursery and changed his diaper efficiently while cooing sweet nothings down at the infant boy. Then she took Bri-Bri in her arms, patting his bottom as she carried him over to his crib and said, “It’s time for Bri-Bri to go nite-nite, Zeeskayt! Uncle David and I will be in the living room if you need us.”
