You sat defeated on Becky's hip as the eight-year-old easily carried you out of the school. However, instead of walking you the few blocks home, Becky took a right and ended up in front of a minivan.
"Um, Becky, what are you doing?" You asked, a little nervous.
"I have a playdate, Mikey," Becky replied, beaming, "And I thought you could come, too! Lucy has a little sister. She's in preschool, but since you're still wearing diapers, too, I think you'll have fun!"
You squirmed in Becky's arms.
"No, Becky, please! Just take me home!"
"You have to make friends, Mikey," Becky replied, holding you firm, "It'll be fun!"
The door to the minivan opened, and out stepped a gorgeous woman. She was a tall Asian lady in a low-cut blouse that her breasts practically spilled from and skin-tight jeans. She beamed down at you as she walked around the van to you and Becky.
"Hi Becky! Ready to go?"
"Yep!"
"Oh, and this must be Mikey! Here, I'll strap him in!"
You were left speechless as this woman scooped you up, holding you out in front of her with a smile. Becky clambered into the minivan, where you spotted her giggling with another girl. Then you saw, to your horror, not too child car seats, but two infant car seats! One was occupied by a tiny girl in a diaper, suckling on a pacifier, and your eyes widened in horror. The girl couldn't be older than two! Becky had said preschool, so you'd expected her to be at least four! How old did this mother think you were then?
Obviously extremely young, as she cradled you to her chest and walked you over to the car.
"Pleased to meet you, Mikey!" She said in an infantile tone, "I'm Lisa! You are adorable! Ally is going to love playing with you!"
You squirmed in her arms, but the mother just giggled as she set you down in the infant car seat and began to strap you in. Becky popped up from the row behind you with a smile.
"He's a little grumpy right now," Becky said.
"Oh, that's alright," said Lisa, "I'm sure he'll perk right up soon."
She tousled your hair and gave you a small tickle as she strapped you in. You finally recovered your voice, trying to remain calm as you felt Lisa's hands glide over you to grab the straps.
"Ma'am, I am not a baby." You said.
She giggled above you before you could continue.
"Awww, of course not, sweetie," she said, still infantilizing, "You're such a big boy with your big boy words! Ally is only one and a half, but she knows some of those, too, so you will get along great!"
"But-Uhhh!"
You couldn't help but moan as Lisa's hand rubbed against your diaper when she clicked in the harness, her breasts still hanging over you. She smiled down at you unaware as she tightened the harness, sealing you in tight and putting more pressure on your private area, only partly cushioned by the diaper.
"Now let's get going."
Then Lisa closed the door to the minivan and hopped in the driver's seat, leaving you helpless and fuming facing away from her while Becky and Lucy spoked too loudly in the back for you to get anyone's attention. You looked over to see Ally staring back at you with her big, curious eyes, and you groaned. Things were just getting worse and worse.
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