This choice: Your day at Kindergarten continues • Go Back...Chapter #7Tortured in daycare by: yt1989   Ms. Jones placed you on the ground and nudged you to where all the other children were playing. Much to your horror and humiliation, despite being much older than all of them, they all seemed to tower over you.
As the toddlers noticed your presence a few of them started to waddle over to you. One little girl, no older than 2, grabbed you roughly by the back of the neck (causing you to yelp in pain) and exclaims "baby!"
You spit out the pacifier and attempt to push her away, but being over a head taller than you, she easily has you overpowered.
"I'm not a baby!" you angrily bark at her.
But she doesn't seem to notice and begins pulling you towards the other side of the room, her strong fingers still digging into the back of your neck. No matter how much you attempt to struggle you can't seem to escape.
As she gets over to a pile of her dolls, she roughly throws you to the ground beside them.
"Now dress up!" she says happily as she begins to pull a dress off one of her baby dolls.
"Wait no, I'm not a baby!" you try to plead with her, you know you should be able to outsmart a 2 year old, even if you can't outpower her. Yes you were small, but not as small as these toy dolls, you knew there was no way you were fitting inside that dress she now had in her hands.
"I'm too big for that anyway" you try to explain, but the girl pays little attention to you.
"Take off!" she orders pointing to your clothes.
"I'm telling you I'm not a bab... hhheeeyyy" you're interrupted as the toddler grabs you by the collar and lifts you off the ground.
"I'm mommy, I say off!" she shouts at you before once again roughly throwing you into the ground.
As you hit the ground you moan in both pain and humiliation at being manhandled by a little girl. You feel the toddler grab the bottom of your shirt and yank it off your body, then she twists your leg and spins you face up. You're almost consigned to defeat when to your horror you see her lowering her diaper clad backside down onto you. Your head is covered by her pink skirt as her butt squashes your face smothering you in the process. You desperately try to struggle and push her butt off you but it's no use, she far too big. You feel her pull down your pants leaving you in just the diaper Ms. Jones put you in.
"Now for dress" she says proudly as she stands up. You are left on the ground gasping for breath as she hands you a dress you already know is far too small.
"I'm not going to fit" you plead, getting worried about the rough treatment you are being subjected to.
"I said dress" the girl orders as she grabs your tiny half naked and begins roughly trying to squeeze you into the doll's dress.
"Owwwwhhhh" you cream as the girls chubby but strong hands try to force your head into the dress.
Just then your savior, Ms. Jones walks over.
"Julie, what on earth are you doing to little Mikey!" she says as you feel her soft tender hands wrap around you and lift you up and close towards her perky bosom.
"That's no way to play with new friends, especially one smaller than you"
As humiliating as you found Ms. Jones' words, you couldn't help but nestle in towards her body, with both fear and relief.
After she was finished scolding the little girl, Ms. Jones plopped you over her shoulder and carried you back to her desk. Once she sat down she perched you awkwardly on her knee.
"Awh you poor wittle guy" she said to you in a baby tone as she began to gently bounce you up and down on her knee.
You felt super awkward being helpless and completely naked besides a diaper in the arms of this giant beauty of a woman. As she bounced you on her bare knee, your crotch pushed awkwardly up against the padding of the diaper. The contact hurt but at the same time also began to arouse you.
Before long she brought back up towards her shoulder and began to sway you side to side as her large powerful hand painfully patted you on the back. You were amazed that this woman despite the fact she worked with children obviously didn't have a clue how much discomfort her strength could cause to those smaller than her. As this treatment continued you could feel her perky breast rub against your crotch, you became more and more excited down there but much to your frustration, trapped in the arms of beautiful Ms. Jones there was little you could do to relieve yourself.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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