From C.E.O. to Baby (private rp)

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[aizawathebaby]

The CEO nodded when asked if he wanted help cleaning up. It wasn’t as though he could remove his sagging khaki shorts or clean himself like this. After all, when he couldn’t even take off the pair of shorts, how was he supposed to clean the mess? He hadn’t noticed her speak or cast another spell, thankfully, too focused on trying to puzzle out a way to make sure he could salvage this humiliating situation.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of anything with messy shorts and undies clinging to his butt and her intense stare boring into his head. Squirming, he begrudgingly lay on his back on the changing mat splayed out on the floor. Not only was he about to get wiped down by a woman, but she was also going to dress him up like a little kid! “Do I hafta wear that?” He wondered after getting comfortable(as comfortable as someone with a messy bottom could) on the changing mat.

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The CEO’s cheeks went red as she effortlessly removed his khaki shorts and messy underwear, disrobing him without any problem at all, telling him it was easy. “But..when I tried, it wouldn’t come off and I couldn’t use the toilet! I tried once an’ I tried again an’ both times I couldn’t get it off me! It’s not my fault.” He weakly replied as his messy bottom was wiped, clearly embarrassed by her comment on his little manhood(which was, admittedly, as small as a child’s). He found himself listening when his new assistant told him to take off his long-sleeved shirt, since it was also coffee-stained and getting wrinkled.

It simply vanished along with his messy khaki shorts and adult underwear when she twirled a finger, but to his untrained eyes, it just looked like they vanished into thin air. The childish undies and white shorts were tugged up around his waist as he stepped in, the blue dinosaur shirt tugged over his head as he lifted his arms..they made him look just like a little kid. The shorts felt snug, and just like she said, taking them off wasn’t working. She’d even called him “cute”. “ ‘m not cute.” He grumbled before folding his arms, pouting, which ironically looked adorable when he was dressed like this. “And I do want food. ‘m hungry. But I wanna eat in here, I don’t want anyone t’ see me in this.”

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[aizawathebaby]

He fidgeted in his big-boy undies, staring at the highchair and bottles of formula that just appeared in shock. He went to move away, only to be transported into it with his arms fixed at his sides by the highchair tray without even being carried. Wriggling, the CEO tried to speak, only for a spoon to start stuffing his face with baby food from a seemingly never-ending jar. Several spoonfuls of the gross-looking stuff easily forced themselves into his mouth at first, because he’d been gaping in shock.

He could only sit there with his arms held tight at his sides and mouth agape for a moment, dressed up like an overgrown child and being crammed so full that it stained his face and shirt. He shut his mouth tight after regaining his senses, and felt relieved that she’d told him not to mess or wet his big-boy undies for fear of actually doing it.

The spoon hit his closed mouth, turning his head away as the spoon seemed to follow his movements, prodding at his stubbornly shut lips. He wasn’t about to eat more baby food. He’s not a baby. That was when she told him to open his mouth, and he was forced to keep it gaping. After several spoonfuls of baby food, his tummy bulged out from under the dinosaur shirt and mush stained his face.

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The man wriggled, grunting through the bottle that was forced into his mouth, trying to speak as formula fell down his throat and filled his already-stuffed tummy. He slumped in the highchair after it was almost empty, his bladder twinging painfully. Wetness spilled into the underwear, warmth spreading as she touched his crotch, and he wriggled frantically, kicking his legs and trying to speak through the bottle plugging up his mouth to no avail. “Mm notta baybee! Mm aduwt!”

Tears of humiliation burned in his eyes when the woman got out a Polaroid of the incident, of him dressed like a toddler in a highchair and eating baby food. There was now a large, dark stain on his shorts, and his lower lip quivered. It just wasn’t fair! He’s not a baby at all, and she has no right to blackmail him like this! Squirming, he tried to get out of the highchair, heaving his weight against the tray and thrashing about frantically, desperate to leave before she found out he’d wet himself.

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His backside stung as she spanked him with the paddle, and after several hard smacks to his upturned butt, he broke down and said what she wanted him to say. “Fine, I’ll say it! I’m a toddler!” The CEO whined, only admitting to this because he had no other option, and he’d rather nobody else ever saw him being humiliated in such a way.

Teary-eyed with clearly wet shorts, his sopping underwear clinging to his body, he looked uncomfortable and on the verge of busting out crying right then and there. With each spank, he came closer to sobbing, filled with equal parts pain and anger towards her for degrading him like this. She’d see, he thought with an irritated scowl. He’d find a way to fight back somehow, and keep his pants dry!