You fussed and struggled in vain, pinned by the weight of an oversized, minky fabric bear. Despite its prodigious size and strength (all too evident with the ease it kept you pinned beneath its rump), it was the color of a gentle soothing lavender.
With the exception of its size, it was an all too familiar sight. Something you could have picked up in a children’s aisle—or even an infant’s.
It was much like the diaper that had been all too easily taped around your waist, crinkling noisily with your every wriggle and squirm. After all, it wasn’t every day a grown up like you was diapered so lovingly by a surprise gift! With every movement, you could smell the lightest waft of power mingling with the nostalgic scent from the bear.
It brought to mind the scent inserts at a Build-A-Bear, but you can’t imagine what kind “big kid” like yourself would have picked this smell. It was toy-like, soft, vaguely plastic. Every waft brought back memories of toy blocks, stacking rings, noisy things a toddler could easily grab and shake.
The stuffed bear leaned down, bringing you face to face with to its blank expression…and the large bulb present where its mouth should be. Its head tilted ever so slightly: a quizzical expression. It hadn’t spoken a word since you had opened its box, and this was likely why.
Its head leaned slowly downwards towards your own face—you turned the cheek as that bulb brushed your lips. It smelled much like the rest of the bear, but grew in strength proportional to its proximity.
A passing memory of being in a stroller came to mind—hugging a similar stuffed bear tightly to your chest, even as a drowsy fog settled on your little head. Your eyelids drooped lower and lower. And you were…
Diapered. Comfortable.
The thought made you jolt awake, remembering where you were. But your flailing did naught but make the bear only slightly raise out of reach to dodge the futile swings.
A large, heavy paw settled on your head. It patted once. Twice. Thrice.
One, two, three.
That paw moves to cup your chin, firm but sinfully soft. You unconsciously rested against its surface, softer than anything you felt since you…since you were in…
Its spare paw grabbed your attention. It wagged back and forth. It took a few seconds but a blush crept up your cheeks when you realized what it was signing to you:
No, no!
Its grip on your chin stayed firm as again, its muzzle bulb crept back towards the intended destination. Closer, and closer with the mind numbing scent of your…childhood.
No. That wasn’t right either. It was your infancy when you were in…
You couldn’t help the yawn that crawled its way pass your slackening jaw. While your mouth was still open, the bear took its chance. The bulb settled into your mouth: large, but not suffocating. It settled there atop your tongue, further protests producing little more results than childish babble and drool staining your shirt and the bear.
But even so it just…held you. Embraced you into a gentle, gentle hug as it lovingly maneuvered your weakening form onto its belly.
In such a position, you felt it give. You sank further and further into that hug, your grunts and muscles losing strength. You don’t know when you began to suckle on its bulb. Your…
Binky.
The last you saw before your heavy eyes shut was its doting, neutral expression. You suckled as drowsiness continued to take you, a toddler well and truly tuckered out. A toddler in your…
The reminder of it was plain as day with the gentlest of massages on your crinkly, powdered bottom.
Your diaper.
