"...it's another beee-you-tiful day at Toys & Tots!"
The barrel-chested man bellowed his greeting to the boys as he burst through the door. His polo shirt - which was adorned with the Toys & Tots logo on one breast pocket and a nametag reading TYLER on the other - barely contained his well-defined chest and hairy, powerful arms. He beamed down at Bill - who gaped back up at him - and Greg - who just whimpered and cowered in the corner.
"You kiddos sleep well? Any diapers that need changing?" Bill peeped and blushed when the man plucked him from the playpen instead of waiting for an answer. That blush only deepened when Tyler touched the front of his diaper for wetness and pulled at the back waistband to look for anything hiding in the seat. "All dry and clean - what a big boy my Billy is!"
"I...I AM a big boy..." Bill murmured in a tone more wondering than defiant.
"Not anymore! That document you signed granted Toys & Tots the right to regress you and your little friend to exactly two years of age, and to keep you there in perpetuity." Tyler leaned in close to Bill and lowered his voice to a playful whisper. "That means for as long as we feel like, slugger."
The message might have been laced with malice but it made Bill giggle all the same, which took Tyler (at least temporarily) by surprise.
"Well, it was about time I got one of my own." Tyler grinned down at an oblivious Bill, who was just enjoying being bounced in the big man's arms. "Some of the other caretakers were telling me about little guys like you. I think this is something you might have actually wanted, isn't it?"
Bill managed a tiny nod and a tinier smile, one which bloomed to a beam when Tyler kissed his freckled, baby-smooth cheek.
"I knew it! We're gonna have so much fun together, sweetie." Delighted as Bill was to hear this, he couldn't help but notice - with deep curiosity - the huskier note Tyler ended that declaration on. "But the first thing we gotta do is get you guys out of your personal nursery and onto the main floor. Annnnnd there's no easy way to say this, but I need you to poop your diaper."
Tyler chuckled at the curious but otherwise unmiffed look Bill gave him.
"You really are into this." He affectionately ruffled the boy's head of soft red curls. "It's an acclimation thing, we need to make sure you're okay having it happen here in private before it happens out in public. And it WILL happen out in public, especially at first - you've got a lot of extra mass to get rid of, after all."
Tyler sighed as he looked down at Greg, who hadn't budged from his huddle in the corner.
"It'll be a while before he's ready, I think. But you!" Tyler favors Bill's chubby tummy with a little tickle. "We can get you out there as soon as you do the deed. So what do you say, squirt?"