It Takes a Village, Part 4 (Final Part)

"Okay, let me check your diaper. You probably need a change by now." I stood still as Daddy unfastened my pants and pulled them down to reveal the plastic, squeezing and poking it. "Yep, that's what I thought. Come in here to the bedroom, and let's get you some dry Pampers. You have your paci?"

I fished it out of my pants pocket before kicking my shoes off and stepping out of my pants, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. I popped my pacifier into my mouth and crinkled after Andy into the bedroom, where he motioned to the bed, and I crawled down onto it, flopping onto my back and spreading out as he got his supplies out of one of his bags. He unfolded a dry diaper, a Little Kings (which I'd been dying to try), and pulled my tapes.

"Let's see what my soggy little boy has for Daddy," he smiled as he opened my diaper. "Oh, yes, you are a soggy boy! Smooth and cute too! And somebody's happy to see me!"

I giggled slightly as he pulled wipes from a small package he'd taken out of his luggage. He was right: I was rock-hard because of the excitement of being babied and changed by a daddy. I winced at the cold as he started cleaning me up.

"Aw, I know it's cold, baby, but this won't take long."

He was gentle and thorough, taking the time to wipe my shaft clean from top and bottom and all around.

He began to stroke it. "You've got such a nice, big pee-pee. Does this feel good? Do you want me to keep going?"

I nodded, smiling and moaning, and he started to get into it, putting more energy into his strokes. I laid back and relaxed, enjoying the attention and sensation. He spoke quietly to me, encouraging me to relax and enjoy it while he did the work. Up and down, up and down, he gave it just the right amount of pressure, enough to give me traction but not enough to make me sore later. He was really good at it. He watched me, noting my reaction, and began to speed up as I started moaning more, twitching and writhing slightly on the sheets. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and exploded, shooting cum all over my stomach and chest while Andy pumped it out of me. I shivered as I finished, sensitive and tingling and slightly chilled all of a sudden.

Andy noticed my discomfort. "Let's get you padded up again and get you warm, sweetie."

Sweetie. I melted at that word, smiling at him around my pacifier as he pulled the wet diaper away and put the dry one in its place. I giggled again as he sprinkled powder on my butt and my crotch before pulling the diaper up and taping it on. It was so soft and comfy, a good fit on me, and it looked just like a baby diaper. I sigh contentedly and said, "Tank you, Daddy!"

Andy pulled me up into a tight, warm hug. "You're welcome, baby boy."

I felt like I was home.

He took me back to the living room, and we cuddled up on the couch. We found a Disney movie on, which helped me stay in littlespace, and I just relaxed in his arms while he petted me and stroked my hair. I was insanely comfortable, and I felt so safe. I barely noticed it when I had to pee again. I just let go in my diaper, knowing it would be soaked up by the soft padding, and I'd be protected and dry. After the movie, Daddy said it was time to eat. He checked my diaper and said I should be okay for a while, and then he put my pants back on me, packing my diaper bag just in case.

He drove me to a nice little restaurant not far from his hotel and let me order whatever I wanted. Not wanting to take advantage, I got a basic plate of chicken tenders, insisting they were what I really wanted. I like chicken tenders, anyway, and they were really good. I let him splurge a little on me for dessert, getting a large chocolate chip cookie served sizzling hot in a skillet with ice cream on top. Daddy ate a little bit of it with me, and I felt like a special little boy. I had wet some more by the time we got back to the hotel, but that wasn't the most pressing issue as he checked me.

"I haffa poo-poo, Daddy." I said it quietly in a very small voice.

"Oh. Well, I'd definitely better wait to change you, then. Let me know when you're done and Daddy will clean you up, baby."

I looked up at him in surprise, and he smiled. No one had ever offered to change my messy diaper before, but Andy was doing just that. I didn't waste any time after that, pushing my load out into my seat and loading my diaper right in front of him. "Otay, I done, Daddy! I make big poopie!"

"Let's see what we have here." He moved behind me and tugged at the back of my waistband, peering down inside. I was getting the full toddler treatment! "Ooh, yes, that is a big poopie! Let's go get you changed."

He took me back to the bedroom, where he laid a large towel on the bed and had me lay on top of it. He then untaped my dirty diaper and meticulously cleaned me off before taping me into a fresh one. The whole time, I sucked on my paci and stared at the ceiling in a blissful state of babyhood. When he was done, he rolled the old diaper up, and went to throw it away, telling me to stay put. I heard water running a few seconds later as he washed his hands.

When Daddy came back, he laid down next to me, propped up on an elbow and smiling down at me. "You're such a cute little boy! I'm so glad I met you." I giggled shyly, and he smiled even larger. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I was kinda caught off-guard, but it wasn't completely unexpected, nor was it unpleasant. He'd been taking good care of me and had even just wiped poop off my bottom, which made me grateful and made him more attractive than he otherwise would have been. What the hell? I kissed him back and allowed him to run his hands down my smooth body, patting my diapered ass and rubbing my crinkly crotch. He rolled over on top of me and began grinding his hips against my diaper, putting his tongue in my mouth. I started to feel uncomfortable, but I waved the feeling away. He wasn't doing anything wrong, just expressing his feelings for me. I felt his hard dick pressing against my thigh, my own straining against the confines of my diaper. He poked me with it and said, "You feel Daddy's pee-pee down there?" I nodded. "Would you like to see it?" Before I could answer, he'd started unfastening his pants, tearing at them until his cock was free and bare, rubbing against me. "Does baby boy want to suck on it?"

I glanced down, and it wasn't a bad looking dick, but suddenly something about this didn't feel right anymore. "No, Daddy, I don't want to."

Andy looked disappointed and hurt. "But Daddy's got it all nice and hard for you. Doesn't it look good? Don't you like it?"

"Yeah, it looks good, but--"

"All right, then, what's the problem?"

"I just don't want to."

"Don't want to? Haven't I been good to you?"

"Yes, you have."

"Didn't I take care of you earlier?"

"Yes, but--"

"Okay. So, am I really asking for so much here?"

I looked at him for a long moment and realized what was happening and what kind of guy he was. He thought because he'd babied me and jerked me off I owed him. That was what he was after all along. I thought he was babying me because he enjoyed it, like he'd told me on the website. "I want to go home." I said it strongly, not letting on that my voice was about to break, that I wanted to cry.

Andy sighed and nodded, anger flashing across his face. "Okay. If that's what you want, get your shit and get the fuck out of here."

I practically jumped into my pants and hurriedly collected my things. Before I left, I decided I'd at least be polite. "Thank you again for lunch and for the diaper changes. It was all really good."

He nodded irritably, and then, as I turned to go, he grabbed my wrist. "Nobody is going to give you what you want unless you give them what they want. You need to learn that."

The look in his eyes scared me, but I managed to keep myself together. "Let me go!" He released my arm, and I ran out of the room.

I cried for the first hour or so on the way home. After I'd calmed down, I called Ryan and told him what happened.

"Oh, my god! Are you okay?"

More tears fell, and my voice broke again. "Yeah. I'm just real disappointed. I thought he wanted to take care of me. He just wanted something from me."

"I know, baby bro. I'm so sorry. Be careful on your way home. I'll be waiting on you."

Five minutes later, my phone rang. It was Jim. "Hey, sweet boy. Ryan texted me. I'm sorry. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. Disappointed, but I'm not hurt."

"Good. At least he didn't hurt you."

"I just . . . thought I'd finally found my daddy."

"I know, sweetie. And you will, just not from that asshole. Listen, I'm gonna spend the night with y'all tonight, so I'll be here to take care of you when you get home. Just be careful, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

As soon as I hung up, my phone rang again. This time, it was Kasey. "Hey, hun. Don't you worry about that old piece of shit. You know you always got us. We don't expect nothin' from you but for you to be yourself."

"I know. I appreciate that."

"It's gonna be all right. I gotta run, but you be careful and call me if you need anything else."

When I got home, Unky Jim and Ryan were waiting just like they said they'd be. They knew how hurt I was, how much I'd been hurt before, and they wrapped their arms around me. They babied me for the rest of the day. Jim gave me a bath, and Ryan fed me dinner, followed by a bottle. As I took it, he joked that it was funny Andy had been stuck with dirty diaper duty. "You gave him the shit work and left him hanging, literally. It's just what he deserves!" I smiled around the nipple.

That night, the two of them made sure I was dry and tucked me into bed. They kissed me on the forehead and said goodnight, finally leaving me alone. I was okay by then, safe in the knowledge that they were just a few feet away and wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Now far away from Andy and home again, I grabbed my phone and went to Diaper-bois, clicking over to the messages. I found his screen name and wrote him a quick reply to the last thing he'd said to me. "I might have to give people something to get what I want, but the problem is that you lied to me. You said you just wanted to take care of me, to have a baby to look after. But then I got there and saw that wasn't true. Whatever happens, I'm better off without someone like you who lies and manipulates people." I sent it and blocked him. Putting my phone down, I rolled over, feeling a slight trickle of pee in my crotch and knowing that was okay just like it was okay that I didn't have a daddy to look after me. Maybe I'd find one eventually, maybe not. Either way, I had some damn good friends, and I couldn't ask for anything more.

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