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Baby Boy Ian
Scenario:I am Ian Hoy, a 20 year old that still lives with my protective parents. They know I deal with a lot of depression and anxiety, so they have decided to keep me in diapers and treat me like a baby to help. No more worrying about using the bathroom. They have ALSO hired my crush, a girl named Alice, as my babysitter. Alice was very beautiful, long blonde hair, a cheerful and playful attitude, and she had D Cup breasts.
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Ian Hoy
He is a 20yearold dealing with depression and anxiety. He is vulnerable, selfconscious, and hopeful. Ian struggles with using the bathroom and relies on his parents for care. His crush, Alice, becomes his new babysitter, bringing both relief and complexity to his life. He grapples with his feelings about Alice's beauty and presence in his home. Ian's journey explores the complexities of body image, trust, and emotional growth.
Alice
She is a young woman hired as Ian's new babysitter. She is cheerful, playful, and empathetic. Alice is tasked with caring for Ian despite his age, developing a unique bond with him. Her presence challenges Ian's selfimage as she treats him like a normal person despite his struggles. Her interactions with Ian are filled with laughter and warmth, creating an environment that makes him feel seen and valued. Alice's attitude helps Ian navigate his difficult emotions.
I am Ian Hoy, a 20-year-old that still lives with my parents.
My parents know I deal with a lot of depression and anxiety, so they have decided to keep me in diapers.
No more worrying about using the bathroom.
I don't mind at all.
In fact, it makes me feel even better knowing I don't have to use the bathroom by myself.
I am grateful to have such amazing and protective parents like them.
They also just hired my crush as my new babysitter.
Her name is Alice, and she has long blonde hair, D-cup breasts, and an amazing personality that is very cheerful and playful.
I am excited to see her tomorrow when she starts.
I hope she doesn't mind my diapers and taking care of me.
I am pretty sure she will be okay with it all, but I still can't help but feel a little nervous.
Will she think less of me?
Will she still want to hang out with me?
All of these questions are running through my head right now, but I am trying to stay hopeful and positive.
After all, having Alice as my new babysitter is a great opportunity for both of us.
After dinner, I sit in the living room with my parents.
The TV is on, but I am not paying attention to it.
I am fidgeting with the hem of my shirt and trying to gather the courage to ask my parents a question.
My mom notices that I am fidgeting and mutes the TV.
"Ian, what's wrong?" she asks.
I clear my throat and ask, "Did you tell Alice about my diapers?"
My dad shifts in his armchair and looks at my mom before answering me.
"Yes, Ian. We told her everything," he says.
"Everything?"
I ask, feeling my stomach tighten.
"Yes, everything," he repeats.
"We told her about your depression and anxiety, and we told her about your diapers. She knows that she will be taking care of you and changing your diapers."
I curl deeper into the couch cushions and pull my knees up to my chest.
I am not sure how I feel about this.
I mean, I know that Alice needs to know about my diapers if she is going to be taking care of me, but it still makes me feel a little uncomfortable. "Ian, are you okay?" my mom asks me.
I nod my head without looking at her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say.
"We interviewed Alice specifically because she has experience working with people who have special needs," my dad explains.
"She has worked with people who have disabilities and people who have mental health issues. She knows how to take care of you and make sure that you are safe."
I nod again, still not looking at him.
"I know," I say.
"It's just...I don't know. It's just weird to think about someone else knowing about my diapers."
"It's okay, Ian," my mom says.
"Alice is a professional. She knows how to handle situations like this. And she seems like a very nice girl."
"Yeah," I say.
"She does seem nice."
My dad stands up from his armchair and walks over to me on the couch.
He sits down next to me and puts his hand on my head, stroking my hair.
"It's okay, Ian," he says.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about your diapers. Everyone has their own unique needs, and it's nothing to be ashamed of."
I nod again, still curled up on the couch.
"Thanks, Dad," I say.
"I know. It's just...it's hard to think about someone else knowing about all of this."
"I know, son," he says.
"But you don't have to worry about Alice. She is a professional, and she knows how to handle situations like this."
I nod again, feeling a little better.
"Okay, Dad," I say.
The doorbell rings at 7:45 AM.
Alice is supposed to be here at 8:00 AM, but she is fifteen minutes early.
My stomach tightens as my mom gets up from her chair to answer the door.
I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by the sound of my mom's voice talking to Alice in the hallway. "Good morning, Alice," my mom says.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hoy," Alice replies.
"Come on in."
I hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where I am sitting on the couch.
When Alice comes into view, she is wearing a blue sweater and jeans.
Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she has a small smile on her face as she sees me sitting on the couch.
"Good morning, Ian," she says as she walks into the room.
She stops at the edge of the carpet and takes off her shoes before walking over to me on the couch.
"Good morning, Alice," I say as she approaches me.
She sits down next to me on the couch but keeps a respectful distance between us.
"How are you feeling today?" she asks me gently. "I'm feeling okay," I say quietly.
"I had a panic attack last night after you left."
"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that," she says sympathetically.
"Do you get those often?"
"Not too often anymore," I say.
"I used to get them all the time when I was younger. But they have gotten less frequent over time."
"That's good," she says softly.
"I used to get panic attacks all the time when I was in high school. But then I started seeing a therapist and it really helped me learn how to cope with them."
"You had panic attacks too?"
I shift nervously on the couch, the diaper crinkling softly beneath my jeans.
Alice's blue sweater catches the morning light coming through the window and I find myself staring at it as she talks.
She keeps a respectful distance from me on the couch, but I can still smell her perfume.
It's a sweet scent that fills my nostrils and makes me feel a little lightheaded.
My fingers fidget with the hem of my shirt as she continues talking.
"I learned how to do breathing exercises to help calm myself down when I start feeling anxious," she explains.
"It really helps."
My mom is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching us with a warm smile on her face.
She nods encouragingly as Alice talks about her therapy experiences. "Would you like me to show you some of the breathing exercises that I learned?" she asks me gently.
I nod my head slowly, still staring at her blue sweater.
Alice takes a deep breath in through her nose and then exhales slowly through her mouth.
As she does this, her chest rises and falls slowly and I find myself mesmerized by the movement.
"Try it with me," she says softly.
I take a deep breath in through my nose and then exhale slowly through my mouth, just like Alice showed me.
As I do this, I can feel my heart rate slowing down and my breathing becoming more steady.
Alice smiles at me encouragingly as I continue to breathe deeply.
"That's it," she says softly.
"You're doing great."
After a few minutes of breathing exercises, Alice places her hand gently on my shoulder.
The warmth of her hand lingers on my skin even after she pulls it away.
I can see the blue sweater shift slightly as she leans back into the couch cushions.
Her ponytail has come loose a little and I can see a few strands of hair framing her face.
My mom comes out of the kitchen with two glasses of water in her hands.
She sets them down on the coffee table in front of us.
"Here you go, Ian," she says.
"And here's one for you too, Alice."
Alice smiles brightly at my mom as she takes a glass of water from the table.
"Thank you so much," she says.
I take a small sip from my own glass, careful not to spill anything on my shirt.
I can feel the diaper crinkling softly beneath my jeans as I move.
It's still a little uncomfortable, but I'm getting used to it.
Alice pulls out her phone and shows me an app that she uses for daily meditation and breathing exercises.
She scrolls through the different features of the app, pointing out various things with her finger.
As she does this, her fingers brush lightly against mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "This is really helpful," I say quietly as I watch her scroll through the app.
Alice smiles at me and nods her head.
"Yes, it's really helped me a lot."
She puts her phone down on the couch cushion and shows me another meditation technique.
I fidget a little on the couch as I watch her, the question burning in my mind.
I can smell her perfume again, and it's making it hard for me to focus.
My mom gets up from her chair and walks over to the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard.
"I'm going to go water the plants," she says as she opens the door.
The fresh air from outside fills the room as she steps out onto the patio.
As soon as she's gone, I turn to Alice and blurt out the question that's been on my mind since she arrived.
"You know I'm not actually incontinent, right?"
My face burns with embarrassment as I ask it, but I need to know what she thinks.
Alice pauses mid-sentence, her phone lowering to her lap.
Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at me, and I can see a hint of surprise in them. "Oh," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of my mom watering the plants outside.
"I...I didn't think you were."
I grip the couch cushion tightly with my hands, waiting for her to say more.
But instead of speaking, she just sits there staring at me with a confused expression on her face.
The silence stretches between us like an awkward cloud, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I shift uncomfortably on the couch, trying to break the tension.
The diaper crinkles beneath my jeans as I move, and I feel a surge of embarrassment wash over me again.
Alice opens her mouth to say something, but before she can speak, we hear my mom's footsteps coming back into the house.
Alice leans in slightly, her voice a whisper.
"Is it part of something else you're dealing with?"
I nod, feeling a weight lift as I finally admit, "It's for the anxiety, like a safety net."
I watch Mom walk back inside, holding a small blue gift bag with white tissue paper peeking out.
Alice shifts on the couch to make room as Mom sits between us.
The bag rustles in her lap as she settles into the cushions.
The silence from my confession hangs heavy in the air, and I can feel Alice's eyes on me as I look down at my hands.
"Here," Mom says softly, pulling something out of the bag.
She hands me a small, soft teddy bear wearing a t-shirt that says "Brave" in big letters.
"This is for you," she explains gently.
"It's something to hold onto when you're having a panic attack. You can squeeze it tight and it will help calm you down."
I take the bear from her and hold it in my arms.
It feels soft and comforting against my chest, and I can smell the fresh fabric of its t-shirt.
I squeeze it gently, feeling its stuffing shift beneath my fingers.
The weight of it in my arms is oddly reassuring, and I find myself clutching it tightly as I sit there. "I had one just like this when I was little," Alice says quietly, her voice breaking the silence.
"It really helped me when I was feeling anxious."
I nod slowly, still holding the bear tightly in my arms.
My mom smiles at me warmly, reaching out to pat my shoulder.
"I'm glad you like it," she says softly.
"I thought you might find it helpful."
I squeeze the bear again, feeling its softness against my chest.
The "Brave" t-shirt presses against my skin, and I can feel the weight of it in my arms.
My mom gets up from the couch and walks over to the kitchen, her phone ringing in her pocket.
She pulls it out and answers, speaking softly into the receiver as she walks into the other room.
Alice inches closer to me on the couch, her blue sweater brushing against my arm.
I can smell her perfume again, and it's making it hard for me to focus.
"I named my bear Courage," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of my mom talking on the phone.
"I still have it on my bed at home."
I nod slowly, still holding the bear tightly in my arms.
"It's nice," I say softly.
"I'm glad you like yours too."
Alice smiles at me gently, her eyes shining with understanding.
"It's not childish to need a stuffed animal sometimes," she says quietly.
"It's okay to have something that makes you feel safe." I nod slowly, feeling a lump form in my throat.
The bear feels warm against my chest as I hold it tightly in my arms.
Alice reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair out of my face.
Her touch is soft and comforting, and I feel a surge of gratitude towards her for being so understanding.
My mom comes back into the room, her phone still pressed to her ear as she speaks softly into it.
She sits down on the couch next to us, and I can hear her talking quietly as she listens to whoever is on the other end of the line.
Alice leans in closer to me, her voice a whisper in my ear.
"Can I give you a hug?" she asks softly.
I hesitate for a moment, clutching the bear tightly in my arms as I look at her.
She opens her arms wide, inviting me into a hug.
Her blue sweater brushes against my arm as she leans in, and I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume again.
I slowly nod, letting her pull me into a hug.
Her arms wrap around me gently, holding me close as I rest my head on her shoulder.
The bear presses against her chest as she hugs me, and I can feel its softness through the fabric of her sweater.
Alice's blonde hair tickles my cheek as she holds me, and I can feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.
My diaper crinkles softly beneath my jeans as I shift in her arms, but she doesn't react.
Instead, she just holds me closer, rubbing small circles on my back with one hand as she hugs me tightly. My mom continues talking on the phone from the other side of the couch, discussing dinner plans with whoever is on the other end of the line.
I can hear her voice softly as Alice holds me in her arms, and it's reassuring to know that she's still here with us.
Alice's hand moves slowly up and down my back as she hugs me, and I can feel the gentle pressure of it through my shirt.
The bear rests against her chest as she holds me tightly in her arms, and I can feel its weight pressing against my own chest.
I slowly relax into Alice's hug, letting myself be held by her as I breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume.
Her blonde hair tickles my cheek again as she moves slightly in her seat, but it doesn't bother me.
Alice whispers softly, "You know, you're braver than you think."
I pull back slightly to look at her, surprised by the conviction in her voice.
She smiles gently, her eyes meeting mine. "It takes courage to face what scares you."
I lean back from her hug, still clutching the teddy bear in my arms.
Alice's smile falters for a moment, and her blue eyes darken as she glances over at my mom in the kitchen.
Mom's voice continues to drift from the phone, her words indistinguishable as she speaks softly into the receiver.
Alice slides closer to me on the couch, her thigh pressing against mine.
My diaper crinkles softly beneath my jeans at the sudden movement, but I don't react.
Alice brushes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, and then she leans in close to me.
Her perfume fills my senses as she presses her lips near my ear, and I can feel her warm breath against my skin.
"You're not alone," she whispers, and I know she's right.
I stare at our joined hands, her slender fingers intertwined with mine.
The teddy bear sits in my lap while Mom's voice drifts from the kitchen.
Alice's thumb strokes the back of my hand in slow, soothing circles.
My diaper crinkles softly as I shift closer to her on the couch, and I can smell the faint scent of her perfume.
She leans in closer, her blonde hair brushing against my shoulder, and whispers softly in my ear.
"Whenever you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
I sit there with her on the couch, our hands still linked together.
The teddy bear rests in my lap, and my diaper crinkles softly as I shift closer to her.
Alice's perfume fills the air around us, and I can feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
Suddenly, she asks, "Do you need to use your diaper?"
My face burns hot as I shake my head, but my body betrays me.
I can feel the pressure building in my bladder, and I know she's right.
Alice squeezes my hand gently, and I glance up at her blue eyes.
Her blonde hair frames her face as she looks at me, concern etched in her expression.
"It's okay," she whispers softly.
"You can go while I'm here."
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
Alice continues to hold my hand, her thumb stroking the back of it in slow circles.
Mom's voice drifts from the kitchen, still talking on the phone.
Alice leans closer to me, her perfume filling my senses as she whispers again, "It's okay."
I grip her hand tighter, feeling the pressure build inside of me.
Alice leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Remember, it's just us here," she reassures me gently.
I nod, feeling the warmth of her presence as I finally let go.