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The little things

His mates always thought Jonathon was a little strange. They put it down to him being an only child and his Mum not wanting to let go. It was the little things mainly. His old high chair was still in the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom had a padded baby changing mat leant against the wall.

"Come on in" Jonathons Mum said when four of his friends turned up at the front door.

"He's having a nap in his bedroom. Why don't you go up and wake him" she said.

As suggested, they found him fast asleep spralled on top of his strange plastic bed cover. Feeling a practical joke coming on they gently tugged down his shorts ready to wake him with a wedgie. He woke with a start as they burst out laughing. Instead of finding Jonathon's tighty-whities they found him wearing a thick disposable nappy.

"Oh dear, looks like he's wet again" said his mum appearing at the doorway. "Do you guys want to wait here while I change him?"

Daddy had promised you a great weekend, going to cool a resort in the woods with swimming pools around it. It was going to be daddy, you, and his friends. They all knew your arrangement with daddy.  They knew he was treating you like you were his toddler. At first, it made some of them laugh, some were intrigued, but eventually, all of them had started to treat you like a nephew.

You were in your twenties, they were in their fifties, and yet, you were a baby to them.

Daddy opened the cabin’s door, and you went in. It was a big wooden cabin, but you could swear you didn’t see any pools around. You asked daddy when you can go to water slides, and he calmed you down gently with a big smile saying that you need a diaper change first (when did you wet yourself anyway?), then you can go. After daddy changed you and left you with nothing but a diaper on, he gave you an inflatable to blow up. It was exhausting, but you thought it was going to be worth it. 

You both walked a few minutes from your cabin and saw daddy’s friends sitting around a round table, poker cards and beer bottles on the table, and smoke coming from a hissing barbecue. One of your uncles just finished blowing up a tiny kiddy pool and filling it with water.

“Here boy, now you can play in the water while we men will be playing and drinking, now go.” Daddy said with a big grin on his face, while all of his friends laughed at you.

You just stood there in the tiny pool, an inflatable around your waist, wearing nothing but a diaper, and your little dicky having a raging boner from the humiliation.