You’re a bit worried that Heather won’t be the one to change you, as you catch sight of another worker, a young man, checking diapers. So, quickly, you toddle over to Heather and tug on her pant leg.
“Yes, sweetie?” she asks in that musical voice of hers.
“I make boom-boom,” you inform her. “Need change.” Heather sets down the toys she’s holding and squeezes your diaper. You barely resist letting out a moan.
“Oh, yes, you do,” she confirms. She picks you up. “Let’s get you in a fresh diapy, buddy. You’re such a big boy for telling me!” You merely nestle against her chest, enjoying the softness of her breasts. Heather carries you over to a changing table and lays you down on your back. She removes your clothes, then opens your diaper. “Phew! You made a bit stinky!”
“Sowwy,” you say cutely. Heather smiles.
“No need to apologize, little boys like you can’t help yourselves.” She removes your diaper and begins to wipe you down. You can feel yourself getting aroused, but Heather either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Too soon, she tapes you into a fresh diaper. “All done!”
“Fank you.”
“No problem! Say, what’s your name, honey?”
“Tim,” you say, blurting out the first name you can think of that isn’t yours.
“Aw, you’re just a Tiny Tim!” Heather gushes. She picks you up and hugs you. You close your eyes in ecstasy. You never want this moment to end. But it does, when…