Nursery of His Dreams (Part 5)[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]
“Oh, c’mon! You’re not really gonna kick me out!” Nicky boasted, smiling in self-satisfaction. Despite him, Martin and me being surrounded by everyone, he didn’t seem to believe the threats...
“No, I really am,” Martin said, dead serious. “I never thought I’d actually hafta do it, but you leave me no choice...”
“You don’t scare me, Mister Big Britches!” Nicky mocked.
“Oh! Ya gonna hit me, tough guy?” He smirked as Martin approached, pounding one fist against his other palm.
“I don’t hafta.”
“What? H-Hey!” Nicky found himself being restrained by several babies, including Eric and Andy. There were so many pairs of hands tightly holding him in place. “W-What’s the meanin’ of this?!”
“We’re gonna throw you out ourselves if we hafta!&
Nursery of His Dreams (Part 4)[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]
“Wait...are you saying that, you and him are...brothers?” I asked Will, shocked.
“Yeah...Nicky’s my little brother. He always makes more work for everyone! Even when he was just an infant, he wouldn’t stay out of trouble!”
“It really is hard to believe you two are actually related...although I see the resemblance...”
Indeed, Will looked like a properly-groomed, nicer-looking Nicky, only his face wasn’t exactly the same.
“If only we shared more than that...” He sighed, crossing his arms and putting his head down.
“Um...I take it you’re from a good family, then?”
“Yes!” Will looked offended by my question. “Our parents do everything for us! But he’s just an ungrateful little brat, always breaking things and hurting others! I can’t wait until Martin gives him the boot!”
Nursery of His Dreams (Part 3)[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]
There he was, Nicky, smiling in smug victory, standing over me with his arms crossed and looking like he was clearly up to no good. He had short, wild black hair and brown eyes, with a light-green shirt, black socks, and a diaper with a crudely-drawn skull on it. His minions were all tightly holding onto me, as I lay on the nursery rug, powerless to stop them.
“Goin’ somewhere, big baby?” he spoke to me in such a condescending way that it boiled my blood.
“Nnnngh...w-what is this?!” I angrily spoke, still struggling to get free. “What’re you doing?!”
“Oh, jus’ havin’ a li’l bit of fun with the new kid...I’ve yet to properly introduce myself!” Nicky mischievously grinned at me, in some weird mixture of innocence and naughtiness.
“N-Nice to meet you, Nicky...” I said, trying not to sound upset; at the time, I was hoping that being cooperat
Nursery of His Dreams (Part 2)[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]
There I was, in a dreamlike nursery, sitting with five other toddlers as I was diapered and dressed up like them. While at first I hadn’t liked the idea of mingling with kids that were 20ish years my junior, I was beginning to have fun, especially with Lana, the first friend I made in this place. I felt a childlike joy I had not experienced in years, and I couldn’t wait to see what else the nursery had in store for me.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten the more annoying aspects of little kids, and one of those aspects showed itself in the form of a belch from my newfound friend.
“Ahhh...s’coose me...” Lana sheepishly smiled at me.
“Ugh...” Her breath was...unpleasant. You know how baby food smells like? Well imagine that, only as warm air coming out of the mouth of a 10-month-old.
“Heh heh...!” The other kids snickered at my expense as Lana crawled out of my lap.
Nursery of His Dreams (Part 1)[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]
Everyone has weird dreams sometimes. We may forget them soon after waking up, but it always sticks with us for a little bit. I, for instance, once dreamt I was being forced to walk the plank of a pirate ship; when I leapt into the vast sea beneath me, I soon felt like I was a fish instead, swimming without a single worry or care. I have no idea why I dreamt that, or what it meant, but it happened.
This dream, though...I don’t even know where to start. Except the beginning, I guess. I don’t know how I got there, but I was standing in a nursery, with babies all about, playing and having a good time. I didn’t think they noticed me, ‘cause none of them walked up to me to say ‘hi’ or anything like that. The only one who seemed to care about my presence was this one boy. He was brown-haired like me, but had green eyes instead of my blue. The kid had a typical sailor’s uniform on with what looked