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Terzo kicks and squirms in the magical hands, wiggling in his humiliation. His cheeks are bright red as he sputters, thrashing in the grip.
"You stupid figlio di puttana - lasciami andare, stronzo!" He jerks his leg, only to have it be brought back into line. The diaper sags from his waist, well used with piss, and Terzo feels himself scowl as a hand lofts his diaper curiously, squishing it to his bits.
It had started when he'd gone to the Ministry Daycare after hours to get some baby wipes- and been assaulted by these magical hands that had pinned him down and diapered him in a cutesy pink thing, shoved a pacifier in his mouth, and set him in front of a TV with the cartoons still playing. He struggles more, even as the hands pull the diaper away and another one approaches.
"I am an ADULT-"
" Then you are ready for potty training, big boy? " A smooth voice says.
"No! Fanculo, a fucking adult!"
" We can try a pullup. But you need to make it to the training potty."
Terzo prickles, thinking of the squat little potty with a crown on it in the corner. "I - Will you let me out of this- I can use it." Shame eats at his core, but he's desperate. He doesn't want to be rediapered, sat in front of that infernal TV playing children's shlock.
A pullup with a lion on it is tugged up over his waist, snugly fitting him. His cock bulges slightly in the front panel. "M-merda." He stammers, turning his head away from the encroaching pacifier.
" Your Mommy gets pictures of you misbehaving, little one. "
"Picture- Pictures?" Terzo repeats, dumbfounded. "You're taking-"
" TV tummy time. "
Terzo whines from the depth of his chest. "No, no, please. I don't-"
The hands plop him in front of the TV again and Terzo sighs, staring at the colorful screen as the dancing flowers do something or other with the happy little village.
Terzo feels the pacifier push back into his mouth and just sighs around the mouthful, sucking it slightly to keep it from staying against his teeth. It's wide, forcing his jaw open slightly, and the motion feels better to pay attention to than the godawful TV.
He looks away for a moment, moving to get up. Two hands appear and plop him back down on his butt, making him wince. The earlier spanking when he'd misbehaved- recorded? Ugh.
His gaze drifts back to the TV, pacifier bobbing rhythmically in his mouth.
He doesn't even feel that he's peed until the hands pick him up and the liquid runs down his thigh.
"Bwuh..." He mutters around the pacifier, confused as he's laid on the changing table. As his wet pullup is peeled away, ice runs through his veins. This couldn't be. He was an adult. He knew how to hold his bladder, even before when he was forced to use the diaper because they wouldn't let him up from the TV. No- No, he was-
" I do not think you are ready for potty training, little one. You didn't even get up to try to get to the potty. "
Terzo feels tears prickle at his eyes. "Let me out...."
" Your Mommy will be here to pick you up in the morning, little one. "