The First Adult Baby in Hollywood, Part 2

Story 2 for December.

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"Okay, it's time for nummies! Come on, Stevie, this way!" Blake led the way to the kitchen, where a giant high chair stood against one of the walls. He took the tray off and patted the seat.

Steve followed along and climbed up, sitting passively and hiding his embarrassment and anger as his son strapped him in and clipped the tray in place. Remembering what Blake had told him a minute before, he added a little something extra to help sell it. "Yummy, I love nummies!"

"I know you do. You're always so good about eating your food." Blake patted him on the head and put his bib around his neck before turning away to fetch some jars of baby food and a large plastic bottle.

As Steve sat there, his diaper bulging out of the crotch of his onesie, Barry the cameraman took some more footage of him. Steve played his part and absently, innocently drummed on the tray. Blake mixed up his bottle and returned, laying everything out on the tray. There were two jars of baby food, four apples and oranges in neat slices, a sippy cup full of juice, and the bottle full of milk. Once everything was organized, he pulled up a seat in front of the high chair and opened one of the jars. As the camera rolled, Steve sat obediently and accepted spoonfuls of food while his son cooed at and encouraged him.

"Open up for Daddy! That's a good boy, such a good boy! Yum-yums, isn't it? Yeah, yum-yums, just like you like it!" As he went along, Blake made sure to smear some of the food on his dad's mouth. "Uh-oh, we missed one! Well, that's okay. You can wear that one for now." He glanced at the camera. "He's just like any other baby: he can be a really messy eater sometimes."

Slowly, over the course of several minutes, Blake spoon-fed Steve one jar before pausing to wipe his mouth off with the bib, and then he started feeding him the second jar. Again, Blake managed to get some of the food on his dad's mouth, making more "cute" remarks about it.

After the second jar was emptied, Blake fed his dad the fruit slices by hand, one by one. Throughout this entire process, Steve would occasionally pause to drink some juice from his sippy cup. Once the fruit was gone, Blake picked up the bottle, removed the tray and let Steve up. He led his dad by the hand into the living room, where he sat on the sofa and pulled Steve down, his head resting on Blake's lap. He held the bottle down and maneuvered the nipple to Steve's lips, which opened up to receive it as the camera focused on the scene. As the large man began sucking milk through the nipple, his son reached down with his free hand and squeezed the crotch of his diaper. "Uh-oh! Somebody went wee-wee again! We've got a soggy little boy here! I probably need to change you after you finish your baba."

It was true. Steve had felt the need to pee a couple of times as he ate his breakfast. Both times, he'd let go as he was used to doing by this point and felt warm pee flowing into his crotch and gradually soaking up into the fluff there.

He'd felt himself blushing slightly as he realized he was wetting his diaper in front of the camera and millions of people would likely see the footage. That no one would be able to see he was wetting didn't matter because he figured the crew would eventually film his wet diaper.

Barry captured the diaper check and zoomed in on Steve's face as he drank his milk, the muscular actor doing his best to look innocent and contented. He looked around the room, his head facing the ceiling while the camera faced him. It focused on Blake's hand holding the bottle in his dad's mouth and panned up to the gentle, paternal grin. The camera recorded all through the bottle-feeding. As he drank, Steve felt the need to pee again, adding another wetting to his already-soggy padding. He realized Blake was right: he was going to need to be changed now.

But first, once the bottle was empty, he had to be burped. After he slurped up the last of the milk, Blake took the bottle away and set it on a nearby table as he instructed Steve to sit up. The older, larger man then raised up and turned around, positioning himself so that his legs were wrapped around his son. Blake then held him to his chest and patted his back until he let out a couple of loud belches. "There we go! Good boy! You drank all of your baba, and we got those gas bubbles taken care of. Now, let's get you some dry pants on. Lay down for me."

Steve couldn't keep from blushing as he moved to the rug and laid on his back, his bulky diaper loudly crinkling as he moved. This was it: the ultimate humiliation. He was about to get his diaper changed by his own son on camera. He turned his head away, refusing to look at the lens as he waited for Blake to come back with the supplies. He was trying not to think about the entire world seeing exactly what a baby he had become. And then it hit him: this would only be the worst embarrassment SO FAR. It could (and probably would) get even worse. Just as he realized this, Blake came back with a fresh diaper, a tub of wipes, and a bottle of powder, setting them all down beside him and popping his pacifier into his mouth. Barry the cameraman moved up and got a good shot of his face, the bright yellow ring of the paci in plain sight.

"Okay, now be a good boy and hold still for Daddy." Blake unsnapped the crotch of his onesie and pulled the flaps back, exposing the swollen plastic underneath. "Yeah, he's a wet baby boy! We caught you just in time. I think you were about to leak!"

Barry got a close-up of Steve's diaper so everyone could see he'd used it well, and then Blake pulled the adhesive tabs.

"We'll blur your junk in post, of course," Rick the DP said.

Then he, the journalist Michael Sandrino, Barry the cameraman, the lighting tech, and the sound tech all stood and watched as Steve's son changed his wet diaper just as if he were a baby. Blake pulled the diaper down and wiped off his shaved genitals, followed by his equally smooth ass. He lifted his dad's feet into the air and pulled the sodden diaper away, setting his dad down to crumple and tape it into a ball. He picked up the fresh diaper, unfolded it and fluffed it up before lifting his dad's feet again and sliding it under his hips. He sprinkled powder all over Steve's crotch and ass and set his feet back down before bringing the diaper up between his thighs and taping it shut. Finally, he snapped the crotch of his onesie closed again. Steve had passively sucked on his pacifier the entire time, trying his best to ignore the camera that was recording him as everything happened. He stayed on his back, staring up at the ceiling as Blake went to throw the wet diaper away.

"Jesus!" Rick said. "I've never seen anything like that!" Remembering his manners, he glanced down at Steve, "Sorry. That's just not something you see every day."

Steve pulled out his pacifier. "No, I get it. I expected some shock when I agreed to do this."

"Are you ready, Michael?"

The reporter said he was, and Rick asked, "Are you good on the floor for a bit, Steve?"

Again, the actor suppressed his shame and his desire to shut everything down, to lash out, curse them and attack them or run away some place where they could no longer see them. His life literally depended on it. "Sure. I spend a lot of time down here these days."

"Okay. Ready when you guys are."

Barry positioned his camera to put Steve and Sandrino into view as the techs adjusted their equipment, and the reporter began. "That's an everyday occurrence, your son changing your diaper?"

Steve nodded as Blake walked back into the room. "Two or three times a day. Four if I have a lot to drink."

"And you enjoy it?"

"I get to be a baby and get taken care of. I never have to use the potty. All I have to do is stop playing for a few minutes a few times a day and lie down while someone changes my diaper. It's great, very relaxing."

"How do you feel about people seeing that? Our viewers?"

Steve sighed a bit. "Well, it's a little embarrassing, sure. But this is my truth now. This is me, and I don't give a-- Oops. I mean I don't care what anyone thinks?"

"You stopped yourself from saying something else there. Why is that?"

"I was going to say a bad word, but Daddy doesn't let me talk like that."

"By 'Daddy,' you mean your son Blake."

"Uh-huh."

"And what happens if you say a bad word?"

"He punishes me. Sometimes, he'll put me in time-out. Sometimes, he'll spank me."

"Cut!" Rick the director of photography pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna have to call the network on this. I'd love to get a shot of Steve Oliver getting a spanking, but I'm not sure if we can get away with it. Everybody sit tight for a few minutes. Great job so far, everyone!"