It had been an eventful day for Tom and the alley cats. What started off on a bad note with Butch having to punish Tom for taking off his diaper on his own, had ended in happiness. The alley cats had settled in to watch a movie, but instead they had spent most of their time watching Tom, who was even now idly playing away in his playpen in the living room, ignoring the movie as much as the alley cats were. Sadly, not all good things could last. As the movie was nearing its end, Tom was growing tired. A combination of a truly long day with a lot of personal discovery and now playing had worn him out. With the end credits rolling, Micheal finally spoke up.

“I think our little baby is ready for a nap,” Micheal said sweetly. Tom looked up from playing and, after a bit of self-evaluation, found he agreed. As Butch approached the playpen Tom raised his arms toward his caregiver. Butch effortlessly picked Tom up and cradled him gently in his arms.

Butch and Topsy moved to Tom’s nursery. Once inside, Butch quickly removed the spiked booties from Tom’s feet and then gently deposited Tom in his crib, a simple looking old-style crib made with thin metal bars. Butch stepped away afterward to stretch his muscles that had grown tired carrying Tom. Topsy moved into the crib in place of Butch.

“You’ve been such a good baby today,” Topsy said ensuring the crib was locked shut. “We’re all very proud of you.”

“Got a bottle for the baby,” Micheal sang as he entered the room. He made his way over to the crib and handed the bottle to Tom over the crib’s bars. Tom grabbed it and began suckling as he laid down on his back. “Have a good nap sweetie, we’ll be just down the hall if you need us.”

“I trust we aren’t going to try taking our diapers off again, are we?” Butch added in knowingly. Tom enthusiastically shook his head no which garnered a chuckle from the rest of the alley cats.

“Sweet dreams little one,” Topsy said as the alley cats left Tom alone in the room.

Tom continued to suckle his bottle while he was left alone on his own. Tom couldn’t tell what was in the bottle, if it just regular milk or it had something added to it. Either way, it was it was delicious, warm, sweet, and very helpful in lulling Tom off to sleep. As Tom lay there lulling off into his afternoon nap his thoughts went back to when he had first arrived in the alley cats care.

*****

Tom felt cornered in the room the alley cats had led him to. Calling it a room was a stretch; it was really an oversized nursery. Tom was currently backed into a corner next to a large changing table. Butch was directly in front of him, holding out an unfolded adult diaper. Adult in size, but the pink princesses, flowery print, and fade when wet shapes made it a baby diaper in every way except its size.

“I am not wearing that!” Tom said in anger.

“This is what you agreed to, Tom,” Topsy said crossing her arms in annoyance.

“We said the condition for the room and board was being our adult baby,” Micheal agreed.

“But I didn’t know that meant this!” Tom countered. “This nursery, these diapers. This is all crazy! Why do you even have this stuff?”

“Well, it started when we baby sat an adult baby,” Topsy shrugged. The other two nodded in agreement.

“I mean we’re all very happy together,” Micheal expounded. “But we all felt that we were missing something, and when we babysat, we found what was missing.”

“We’ve been buying supplies since then,” Butch continued. “We put them all in this 'crazy nursery' as you call it. Now that we finally have it all it was time to get our baby.”

“That would be you,” Topsy said cheekily.

“That would not be me,” Tom spat back.

“This is going nowhere,” Butch said in frustration. He quickly picked Tom up and carried him over into the large chair in the nursery, a chair that was perfect for cuddling, or in this case spanking. Tom was already naked so there wasn’t any preamble as Butch effortlessly laid Tom across his lap. He fished a long wooden paddle from his pocket and started spanking Tom’s bare bottom, Tom screaming in agony all the while. “You’re already here, you already have the room, you agreed to it; it’s time to fill your role.” The alley cats appeared disappointed as Butch finished spanking Tom and deposited him crying on top of the large changing table, attaching his wrists and ankles to restraints on the table.

“You’ll get used to things eventually,” Micheal countered Butch’s spanking with sweetness. “Until then we have ways of making you comply. We’d rather not use them though.” With Tom freshly spanked and restrained Micheal had a very easy time taping the large baby diaper on to the once angry Tom.

“Fuck you,” Tom spat out in between tears. Micheal sighed.

“Now that’s definitely not appropriate language for a baby,” Micheal chided. He looked to Topsy who left with a grin. In the time it took Micheal to stand Tom up from the changing table Topsy had returned with a bar of soap, that Butch promptly took and stuck in Tom’s mouth.

“Face in the corner now!” Butch commanded. Tom, still crying from the spanking and now the additional displeasure of soap in his mouth complied and faced the corner. All three alley cats stood behind him, arms crossed in a decidedly disappointed stance. “Hopefully cleaning out that mouth of yours will teach you not to say big girl words.”

“And we’ll keep teaching you these lessons until you learn how to be our adult baby,” Micheal added in. Tom kept his face in the corner, his fight broken for the moment. The question running through his mind was how long it would take for his fight to be broken forever.

*****

Tom blinked awake from his brief nap. The reason why became quickly apparent. He had to pee. With a giggle Tom quickly wet his diaper. He wasn’t allowed to leave his crib and that left only one option. Besides he was a baby, and babies wet their diapers, it was just natural. Feeling the pooling heat in his diaper sent Tom into a bit of a giggle fit. He lost himself a bit thinking about things. He really was a baby. Stuck in his crib and his wet diaper waiting for his Mommy or Daddy to come change it. The idea stirred a not unfamiliar sensation in his loins and he felt the movement inside his diaper indicating his arousal. With an intense desire burning in him, Tom shuffled in his crib laying a pillow in between his legs and mounting it. He stuck his pacifier in his mouth and started grinding against the pillow.

Tom had only just started when he felt another urge in his gut. He stopped and looked around nervously. He was in this same situation earlier that day. Stuck in his crib with the urge to mess building inside of him. He had already learned what would happen if he did anything other than mess his diaper. With a bit of hesitation Tom gave in and completely used his diaper.

It was just as uncomfortable as Tom knew it would be, but this time Tom couldn’t help that his arousal was not only not stopped, it was enhanced by that the presence of a mess in his diaper. That same feeling earlier, of being just a baby stuck in his crib forced to wet his diaper, was now heightened. Now, he was a total a baby. A baby that was left alone and that messed their diaper. As Tom had learned today, these thoughts really enticed him. So, he got back to work grinding against the pillow with even more fervor.

The sensation of a messy diaper was still fairly new to Tom, owing to him trying to avoid this situation as much as he could since becoming the Alley Cat’s adult baby. Where a wet diaper could sometimes be ignored and completely forgotten about, a messy diaper was a constant reminder. Especially with Tom pushing against the mush constantly as he was humping the pillow. It felt decidedly gross and uncomfortable, which made the feelings inside Tom paradoxically more intense.

Tom grinded furiously against the pillow enjoying the very unique grip the soggy and messy diaper had on his fully erect member. Even with that unique feeling driving his arousal and movements, he was still working with a very thick diaper and a very soft pillow. There was a lot of furious grinding to do.

“Ga ga ga ga,” Tom found himself cooing in baby talk as he grinded ever more furiously into his pillow. “deh deh deh. Goo goo. Geh Geeeeeeeeeh!”

After a few moments of work Tom finally finished. With a loud moan he spasmed as he filled his diaper in a third way. He panted for a moment as his heart rate settled back to a normal level along with his breathing. He flopped onto his back in his crib. With the height of arousal gone Tom was stuck in the crib in a very used diaper, and was now very eager to be changed out of that very used diaper. Being stuck in the crib had stopped being entertaining and was now mildly annoying, but Tom would be a good baby and wait patiently for one of his caregivers to check and see that he needed his diaper changed.

Suddenly Tom’s thoughts turned to that diaper change, though. He imagined one of his caregivers wincing as they opened his diaper that he could feel was gross, having to clean up after his fun time. The idea of being so totally seen for what he was: a gross cat sitting in its own filth, was hitting Tom like a ton of bricks, and that only hit him harder when Micheal walked into the room.

“I thought I heard you stirring in here,” Micheal said with a smile. His face suddenly winced as he sniffed. “Oh, I can tell already that someone needs a diaper change.” The response to this statement was Tom breaking out into crying. The crying got the attention of the other alley cats as they came running into the room as Micheal was picking Tom up. “Sweetie what is the matter?” Micheal asked concerned. Tom stopped sobbing but was still sniffling. “Do you not want a diaper change.”

“No,” Tom said simply.

“Well, we’ve got to get you out of that diaper before you get a rash,” Butch said crossing his arms.

“No don’t look,” Tom buried his head into Micheal’s shoulders. Micheal gently carried Tom over to the large arm chair and started gently bouncing Tom on his knee. Tom winced at both the sensation of being bounced in his diaper in its current state, and also at the thought that Micheal could probably feel it as much as Tom did.

“Tom we all know what we signed up for when we got an adult baby,” Topsy said with a smile. “We aren’t afraid of a dirty diaper. You shouldn’t be worried about that. That’s something for your mommy and daddies to worry about.”

“We’re not going to be mad at you for messing your diaper, that’s what we want.” Butch added in. With the assurances from his caregivers Tom’s sniffling subsided into a quiet sadness.

“Now are we ready to get into a nice clean diaper?” Micheal asked in a cooing voice. “I bet that would make you feel better.” Tom nodded meekly. He was very eager to get into a clean diaper, but still was not eager to have Micheal clean up after him.

Micheal gingerly placed Tom down on the changing table and started removing tapes. Tom closed his eyes as the diaper was opened and tried not to think too much while Micheal got to work cleaning him with multiple baby wipes.

“Oh, looks like somebody had some fun in their diapers huh?” Micheal teased. The fact that Tom’s erection was still visible despite having finished earlier was a testament to how much “fun” Tom had.

“I’m sorry,” Tom whispered out.

“Why would you be sorry?” Topsy laughed. “We love to see our baby like their diapers, even the messy ones,” Topsy was gently rubbing Tom’s hands trying to calm him down.

“I’m surprised you were even able to finish in those thick diapers,” Butch added in while shaking a rattle by Tom’s face. “What did you do?”

“The uh … the pillow,” Tom said blushing while trying and failing to ignore the allure of the rattle.

“Oh, humping the pillow that’s a classic,” Topsy snickered.

“You’re not mad?” Tom asked again to make sure.

“As long as it ends up in your diapers, you’re not in trouble Tom,” Butch clarified. With that reassurance Tom opened his eyes again, able to watch as Micheal was still busy wiping him off.

“Next time you get in the mood let me know. I bet a magic wand will drive you wild,” Topsy subtly bit her lip as she spoke. Tom was looking between topsy and the rattle Butch was still shaking.

“We sure have enough of them laying around to spare one or two for the baby,” Micheal joked as he finally got Tom clean enough to remove the used diaper and toss it into the diaper pail next to the changing table. He slid the new diaper under Tom who was now fully lost in the rattle. Micheal continued cleaning Tom and eventually applied powder and taped the diaper shut. “We all good now baby?” Micheal asked patting the front of Tom’s diaper with a sense of finality.

Tom nodded as he brought his fingers to his mouth. A subtle indication that his little headspace was coming back now that he was over this bit of doubt. With the knowledge that his caregivers were ok with him being a little messy Tom was able to be more carefree again.

Topsy was able to pick up on the subtle sign and quickly replaced Tom’s hand with a pacifier, which Tom eagerly started suckling.

“We love you baby, messy diapers and all,” Micheal said.

“We’re proud of you for using your diapers today,” Butch added.

“In more ways than one,” Topsy snickered.

Tom looked up from the changing table, his gaze bouncing between the strong and stern Butch, the sweet and caring Micheal, and the unique tastes and knowledge of Topsy.

“I wub oo,” Tom said with the pacifier still in his mouth. There was a long pause as all the hearts of the alley cats simultaneous melted, and they remained quiet until their hearts were able to reform enough for them to function.

“How about lunch?” Butch finally said breaking the silence.

“I’m sure I can whip us something up,” Micheal said.

“And I can heat up some chicken nuggets for the baby?” Topsy asked Butch.

“I guess our baby has earned a little treat today,” Butch agreed picking Tom up from the changing table. Butch carried Tom to the living room while Topsy and Micheal followed behind.

AUTHORS NOTE: Another chapter in the baby puss story. All these chapters are a commission which is something I do. Reach out to me on deviant art, twitter, or blue sky all @bigred0603 if you're interested