Your Mom drives for several minutes, until you reach... The Day Care!
"Mom, what are we doing HERE!" You shout, as you have just remembered that this is where Karen, one of the super hot girls from your neighborhood, works! (She works here during the day, because she is homeschooled)
Your mother quickly turns around towards you, shoving a pacifier in your mouth.
"That's quite enough of this little game, Baby! She says, sternly. Now, this is the same place you go, every Thursday. Now, you keep that in there, and be a good boy, or Mommy will spank you right here on the grass in front of all your little friends!"
You can tell by her tone that she is serious, so you decide to just be good, for now.
She quickly gets out, and comes around to your seat, releasing you, and pulling you from the vehicle. She picks you up, and carries you to the building, where she is greeted by none other, than Karen herself!
"Hi, Karen. I'm afraid he's a little fussy today," She explains, handing you off to the beautiful teen, wearing a soft, pink, sweater.
"Awwe, that's otay, we'll cheer him up, won't we?"
She hugs you against her soft chest.
"Is he wet?"
"I don't think so," replies your mom. "Anyway, I have to run now. Thank you. I'll see you later today."
And she leaves, meanwhile, Karen looks down at you. (You still don't understand what's going on, as far as your size. Have you shrunk? And if not, how in the world are these women able to move you around so easily?) You moan a little behind your pacifier, as you feel her finger in your diaper. Normally, you would have LOVED to have her get in your pants, but it is more than a little embarrassing, her treating you like a baby, and you grumble behind your pacifier.
"Nope, still dry, for now," She says, patting your padded bottom.
You have never been in to female domination. However, despite this, and the large amount of embarrassment, there is just something about this whole experience that seems very enjoyable. Then, all of a sudden, she hold you out, far from her body.
"Alright, Mr. Grumpy pants, let's see what we can do to get you in a better mood, otay?"
You gulp behind your pacifier, wondering, with both excitement, and worry, what she might have in mind.
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