This choice: The caregiver returns with the other toy • Go Back...Chapter #6The caregiver returns with the other toy by: Bellatrix_   The caregiver returns, holding the other toy in their hand. They are shaking and look like they’ve been through something horrible.
“Are you alright?” You ask. The woman shakes her head is she is placed next to you.
“He put my in his mouth. I never thought I’d get out, but luckily, he was given a pacifier after his diaper change.” The woman says.
“I wish I never took this job. It’s horrible.” You say.
“I’ll try to get you guys out of here, I promise. For now, you need to trust me.” The caregiver says. They leave the office and you and the woman talk.
You find out that she actually has kids of her own.
“They’re in high school now, but they went to this day care when they were little. I just hope that they treated their toys with respect.” The woman, Trina, tells you.
“I bet they did. You have a good head on your shoulders.” You say. She smiles.
When the caregiver walks back in, they smile at you two.
“I’m glad you’re getting to know each other. Hungry?” They offer out a small bowl of cheerios.
You pick one up and bite it like a donut.
“I have to help with pick up, you guys stay here.” The caregiver says. They leave the office again, closing the door.
The next day, you awaken to humming. You open your eyes and see the caregiver straightening out their desk, putting away a few things.
“Morning. Ready for the day?” They ask you and Trina.
“I think so.” You say, watching Trina nod in agreement.
The caregiver brings you two out to the playroom and sits you on the shelf.
Soon, the parents begin to drop off their kids, saying goodbye and leaving.
In comes alphie and his mom. The baby cries and cries, upset.
“I’m sorry he’s so fussy, he’s teething.” You hear the mom say as she hands alphie off.
“Oh, it’s alright. We’ve got plenty of teethers.” The caregiver says. They wave as alphie’s mom leaves and hold alphie for a bit, patting his back.
It’s just 10:00 am when the peace and quiet is disrupted. Cranky, alphie toddles over and looks at you and Trina. She shakes, and you stand slightly in front on her.
After staring at you for a moment, alphie picks you up and Carrie’s you to the corner of the room.
He sits on his butt and places you in front of him.
You stare up at the large baby, puzzled. Then, you hear it.
A loud hiss before you and you realize that he’s wetting his diaper. He stops for just a moment, looking at you again before he turns red, grunting.
Alphie falls on his back and sticks his feet in the air, whining.
You watch in horror as his diaper grows lumpy, sagging down.
Now that he’s all pooped out, alphie cries, slamming his pudgy fists on the ground.
The caregiver walks over and picks him up. Before he’s too far away, he grabs you yet again, and you are whisked along for the journey.
The caregiver lays alphie down on the changing table as he continues to cry.
“Is it time for a diaper change? Is that why baby alphie is upset?” The caregiver coos.
They remove his onesie, reaching out to the tapes of his diaper.
From your angle, you can see everything clearly. You shut your eyes to give him some privacy.
As soon as alphie’s diaper falls open, the foul smell hits you.
“Uh oh, this is a stinky one. No wonder you’re so cranky.” The caregiver coos.
You dare to peek and want to wretch. Liquid shit has seeped to cover the baby’s front, a sickly yellow color. His diaper is sagging from the amount of liquid there is.
As expected, alphie screams and squirms. Just like yesterday, the baby begins to pee again.
You duck back as far as you can and avoid getting hit by the stream.
The caregiver holds up the front of the diaper until alphie stops peeing. They grab a baby wipe and wipe his front clean, reaching for another. They wipe his front clean again.
Then, they hold his ankles in one hand and lift his legs.
You gag as you see the liquid mess covering his bottom.
The baby howls angrily all through the change, squirming any way he can.
Soon, he gets rash cream applied to the few pink patches between his thighs and on his bottom, is powdered generously, and has a clean diaper pulled up over his groin, taped shut.
“There, all better.” The caregiver coos. They step away to wash their hand, and return a moment later.
Alphie is dressed in his onesie and picks him up, sitting him on the floor.
He looks at you again before putting you down, crawling away to find another toy.
You duck into the shadows and run over to where Trina is.
Just as you reach her, a two year old girl spots you. She gently picks you up and lays you down in the table.
“Toy. Toy is baby sized.” She says.
You have no idea what she means. This is until she holds up a Barbie doll. You realize that you are half the dolls size.
In the toddlers eyes, you must be a baby Barbie, because the next thing you know, she very carefully has you in a makeshift diaper.
You’re glad it’s over your pants, but it’s embarrassing none the less.
The baby toddles over to the doll house and places the Barbie on the bed, laying you down in a doll cradle next to it.
“Baby night night.” She giggled quietly.
It’s kind of sweet how she wants the Barbie’s baby, you, to be taken care of.
The baby stares at you for a second before she mutters “uh oh.”
You look down, and sure enough, she is wetting herself.
“Peepee!” She cries, toddling off to find the caregiver.
You look at your new Barbie ‘mother’, realizing you could take off the diaper. It’s pointless and does nothing, but it wasn’t harming you either.
Soon, the caregiver returns, sitting the baby girl down in front of the dollhouse.
“Is this Barbie’s new baby?” She asks upon seeing you.
The baby nods, giggling.
The caregiver smiles at you, and you blush in embarrassment.
“Baby wear diapeys.” The baby continues, smiling at the caregiver.
“Does he? Lots of babies do.” The caregiver says.
“Baby stinky.” The girl says.
This has you worried. Surely she doesn’t mean that you’ll use the diaper? You were a ‘toy’ after all. Did she think you were like a baby alive?
“Let’s let the baby sleep. His mommy will take care of him. The caregiver says, leading the girl to another activity.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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