Tom shuffled against the restraints in his baby chair located next to the crib in his nursery. How he had ended up in this position was a story in and of itself. Some time ago the former alley cats approached Tom with a proposition. The group had formed a polycule and come into money some time ago, but it seemed they were missing something. They wanted an adult baby to take care of. Tom was never sure if he was picked out specifically for this role, or if he just happened to be the in the right place at the right time. When the alley cats asked him to come live with them, room and board included, Tom was in no position to decline, no matter what conditions that came with.

The condition that came with it was a life as an adult baby. Tom didn’t really know what an adult baby was at the time, but he didn’t have a lot of options. Tom definitely wasn’t expecting his current situation when he agreed to it. Though now he understood what it meant completely. It meant living his life essentially as an overgrown kitten.

His current predicament had come about when Butch found out Tom tried to change his own diaper. After some spanking and humiliation Tom found himself bound up in his nursery. It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation. Tom was still getting used to all the new rules he had, and he needed a lot of correction. This time the lesson was definitely learned. Tom wouldn’t try taking his diaper off again, no matter how much he thought he needed a change. Well, unless he wanted this to happen. The fact he had just gotten over an almost orgasm thinking about his current predicament was proof enough that some part of him did like this.

Tom was distracted from his thoughts by a gentle knock at the door followed by the orange cat Micheal slowly entering. Tom knew it was Micheal before he entered, he would be the only alley cat concerned for his privacy, which was kind of pointless considering Tom was frequently paraded around and all the alley cats had changed his diaper.

“Hey there my little kitten,” Micheal cooed. “Are we all calmed down now?” Micheal asked as he moved inside the nursery, closing the door behind him. He was carrying a large bowl and a baby bottle full of milk. Tom knew that the bowl was full of some kind of pureed mush that had become one of the staple foods in his diet. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he was hungry and eager to get back in the alley cats good graces. He resolved to eat the mush with as little fussing as possible.

Micheal had gotten to work setting up the highchair that was sat along one of the walls of the nursery.

“You know if you were more behaved, we could set this up in the dining room and you could eat with the rest of us,” Micheal moved to release Tom from the baby seat. “But then you go and do silly stuff like try to change your own diaper.” Micheal had freed Tom from the restrains and taken out the pacifier that was placed in his mouth.

“I was just trying to help,” Tom pouted.

“Well consider this a lesson learned then.” Micheal, despite being a similar size to Tom, was able to lift Tom out of the seat. He was able to handle Tom with as much ease as Butch. A gentle pat on the diaper reminded Tom of the spanking Butch had given him earlier that day. A spanking he was still feeling. The pat was also a subtle reminder of what could happen again if Tom didn’t behave.

Micheal moved Tom to his highchair. The highchair was a thin but sturdy tall wooden chair painted in a soft pink with a cutesy drawing of the words “Baby Tom” with floral decorations painted on the back of the chair. The high chair's tray was a separate piece that locked onto the arm rests with some mechanism that the alley cats all understood but that Tom could never figure out. The tray itself was painted in the same pink and even had a small scene of bunnies playing in a field drawn on it.

When Tom was sat in the chair Micheal locked the tray in place and moved behind Tom, removing the collar that Butch had put on him and replacing it with a large, frilly bib with “baby puss” written on it in pink letters.

“Now I don’t think I need to remind you that your high chair has restraints on it,” Micheal said as he sat the bowl down on the tray. He wasn’t wrong. On the underside of the tray and on the legs of the chair were wrist and ankle restraints like the ones on Tom’s baby seat that he was just trapped in. “We aren’t going to be fussy though, are we?” Micheal more stated than asked. Tom shook his head no as Micheal opened the bowl. It contained the expected pureed mush, but also something else. “I have some of the sausage I made. If you can behave, I’ll sneak you a few bites. Just don’t tell Butch.” Micheal scooped a spoonful of the mush and made airplane noises as he moved it to Tom’s mouth. Tom obediently opened to let the “airplane” “land” inside. “Good kitty,” Micheal said with a smile. True to Micheal's word when Tom stomached the bite of baby mush, he was given a bit of sausage which he was more eager to eat.

“You know if you actually play along, I bet you’d have fun,” Micheal talked while giving Tom more bites of food. The food was coming fast enough that Tom didn’t really have time to respond to Micheal, but it didn’t seem like Micheal wanted him to. “It’s soft and cozy and fun. You get to play around all day and not worry about anything. Not even having to go to the big girl potty or worry about the state of your diapers. Let your mommy and daddies take care of it all.” Tom ate another bite of mush. Micheal was more right than he knew. Tom was getting more into the role than he ever thought he would, but there was still a large part of him that was fighting back against all of this. He wasn’t a kitten, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of spending the rest of his life filling diapers without a care in the world.

Tom was especially well behaved as he got through the rest of the baby mush and sausage. Even though Tom’s face was mostly clean, Micheal took a moment to deliberately wipe away the small bit of food on Tom’s face.

“Such a messy kitten,” Micheal cooed as he wiped up the rather small amount of mush stuck to the side of Tom’s mouth. “There all done,” Micheal smiled as he leaned back from Tom. “You ready for your baba?” Tom silently nodded yes. He didn’t have a choice, and he didn’t really feel like going through another punishment even if it was one of the lighter punishments Micheal doled out.

Micheal helped Tom out of the high chair and carried him over to the large cushioned chair at the end of the nursery. Earlier that day, Butch used this chair when he had Tom over his lap delivering a spanking. Now it was going to be used for a much more delicate purpose. With a little coaxing Micheal got Tom into a cradled position in his lap. Micheal stuck the nipple of the bottle in Tom’s mouth and Tom almost automatically started suckling from the bottle.

Tom got a little lost in the moment. Maybe it was all the stuff Micheal had just said and did, or maybe he was rebounding from the distinctly different treatment he got from Butch that morning. Tom found himself closing his eyes and sinking into Micheal as he suckled from the bottle. The steady trickle of milk lulling him into a calm feeling. It was over all too soon. Tom’s eyes shot open as he sucked in air instead of milk. Micheal quickly moved Tom over his shoulder and started patting his back gently. Just as Tom was starting to think that this part of the ritual was stupid and unnecessary, a small burped escaped his lips. He was brought back down into Micheal’s lap with a bit of a blush.

“There all done.” Micheal smiled. “You’ve been such a good kitten too. Did you get full? Need some more num nums?” There was a silent pause until Tom picked up that Micheal was genuinely asking if Tom had enough food. Tom nodded yes. “That’s good. Full babies make full diapers and that’s what we want to see.” Micheal placed Tom onto the floor where Tom crawled after him still locked into the spiked booties Butch had put him in.

“Now that we’ve got you all fed let’s get you dressed for the day,” Micheal cheerfully moved to the nursery’s dresser looking through a series of very humiliating outfits. “Oh, this one would be perfect. Topsy made it, and I’m sure she would be thrilled to see you in it.”

Topsy ran an Etsy store making outfits for a very specific clientele. The kind of clientele Tom now found himself in, that being adult babies and sissies. The dress Micheal grabbed out of the closet fit that bill very well.

It was a vibrant pink dress with a lighter pink used for the many frills it had. Frills around the skirt of the dress and around the sleeves. The skirt itself was relatively high too, starting at Tom’s belly button and deliberately covering no part of his diaper. Across the chest the words “lil’ princess” stitched in the duller pink. The dress fit so well Tom knew that Topsy must have custom made it for him.

The fact that Tom’s diaper wasn’t covered wouldn’t be a problem for long as the dress had a matching diaper cover. A plastic diaper cover in the same pink as the dress with similar frills along the edges but also several frills along the butt. The outfit was completed by a pink pacifier clip, with a large pacifier on the end of it.

“There. You are so adorable,” Micheal cooed as he finished dressing Tom. “Topsy will absolutely love it. Try not to get it all messy before she sees it.” Tom stuck the pacifier in his mouth to keep himself from delivering any snarky comments that would earn him more spankings. Despite his softer parenting style, Micheal was no slouch in the spanking department, none of the alley cats really were.

“She may still be down with Butch or taking her medication.” Micheal mused. “Why don’t we play a little in the meantime.” Tom suckled his pacifier and crawled along behind Micheal. He hadn’t really had time to play since he came here. It seemed he was bouncing from one lesson in discipline to the next as he truly learned his place among the alley cats. Playing with baby toys wasn’t really an appealing way for Tom to spend his time before he came here. Now though? Well, it was probably the most entertaining thing he could do while obeying all his new rules.

Tom had sat down on the floor as Micheal took out a bunch of toys from the toy chest in the nursery. Some large mega blocks, some soft toys, and a rattle. The last thing Micheal removed was a small stuffed cat. It was a white cat in a pink dress that was similar to Tom’s, but a good deal more modest. Micheal handed the stuffed cat to Tom with a smile. Tom returned a look of confusion. He didn’t know how to play, he hadn’t played this way since he was an actual kitten, and he certainly didn’t know how to play with what he thought were girl’s toys.

“Why don’t we start by making a house for your new friend there,” Micheal said trying to nudge Tom into a game. “What’s her name?” Tom looked at the stuffed cat and back at Micheal. He let the pacifier drop from his mouth and get caught by the clip.

“Ummmm Miss Pink,” Tom said quickly thinking of a name.

“Miss Pink huh? Sounds regal,” Micheal joked dumping the mega blocks on the ground. “We have to be sure to make her a nice house then.” Tom put his pacifier back into his mouth as he studied the blocks before him, coming up with some design in his head before slowly moving them into place. The more he built, the more he got into the moment, stacking the blocks together as best he could to make the ideal house for Miss Pink.

The collection of blocks didn’t have enough of the right pieces to make a solid looking house. It also had too many of the wrong pieces, but Tom had become strangely committed to using every available block in his construction. The result was a very lopsided looking house that wouldn’t even fit the stuffed cat inside. It was some strange shape, no part of it made sense. Tom sat the stuffed animal next to the building, seeing no real way to put the stuffed animal in or on it where it looked like it would be comfortable. With the stuffed animal placed Tom looked at Micheal.

“Wow! What a mansion,” Micheal cooed with a smile. “I can tell Miss Pink loves her new home.” Tom’s brow furrowed and his face frowned behind the pacifier he was still suckling for some reason. The structure Tom made was objectively horrible, but still Micheal encouraged it.

Micheal, seeing the frown, grabbed the rattle and shook it a little before handing it to Tom. The rattle he grabbed was made of plush, though it still retained the stereotypical shape of a rattle, a short stem with a large round head that had the rattling noisemaker inside. The inside of the handle a crinkly material in it that made a particularly satisfying sound when played with it. Tom grabbed it and gave it a shake of his own following Micheal’s lead.

“Now that Miss Pink has a home, maybe we can find you another friend to play with. Play with your rattle for a bit while I go find someone else.” Tom lazily fell onto his back shaking the rattle being weirdly enamored with the sound and the crinkly texture the soft toy had.

Micheal stopped looking for a new stuffed animal for Tom once Tom had become engrossed in the toy. He had fallen far enough into a headspace that he didn’t need a distraction or guidance any more, he was playing all on his own. Micheal lightly tossed a plush ball with a bell inside toward Tom. It jingled gently before it rolled into Tom's foot. He grabbed the ball in one hand while still playing with the rattle in his other hand. With some gestures of guidance from Micheal, Tom got the idea of the game his caretaker was trying to play with him. He rolled the ball back to Micheal who then rolled it back to Tom. This went on for a while, with the two rolling the ball back and forth while Tom simultaneously shook his rattle in the other hand and suckled on his pacifier. He was truly lost in the moment, in a haze that he didn’t really understand.

“Micheal are you in here playing with the kitten?” Topsy’s voice echoed from the hall before she opened the door to the nursery and peeked. “Oh, you are I was …” Topsy’s sentence was interrupted with a long gasp. “Oh my gosh! Tom is so cute!” Topsy ran over to Tom admiring how he looked in the dress she had made.

“I knew you’d like it,” Micheal said with a satisfied smirk.

“I do!” Topsy was examining every inch of Tom. “I knew this dress would look absolutely perfect on you. You are precious.” Topsy gave a playful pat of Tom’s diaper covered in plastic pants. Normally, Tom would be embarrassed or annoyed at this kind of attention, but he found himself in this moment relishing the attention. Smiling as Topsy eagerly fussed with every part of the dress she made.

“I guess you guys have finished eating and you finished taking your estrogen?” Micheal asked.

“Yeah,” Topsy grabbed the rattle Tom had dropped while he was playing with Micheal, and shook it in front of Tom. “I can take the kitty for a minute, if you need a break.” Topsy said engrossed with Tom.

“Yeah, sure I could use a break,” Micheal lied. He could have kept watching Tom but he didn’t want to rob Topsy of her time with Tom. “Yell if you need anything,” Micheal said getting up and leaving the nursery.

“Oh, we’re going to have plenty of fun,” Topsy grinned at Tom as Micheal left.

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