You are a freshmen in college, only a few weeks in. You’ve been excited as you’ve become more popular, doing well in classes, and generally having a great time in your first real experience of adulthood. That all changed when you came back to your home after class to see your roommate, your slightly standoffish step-sister who is 2 years ahead of you in the college, received a special letter from the “Sunshine Dreams” program while you were out, informing her that the dumb personality quiz you took a week ago in class was apparently far more important then you realized, and that according to your results, your classes are now all held in the Sunshine Dreams building on the campus effective immediately. I tried to argue with her all night but she was having none of it “It says here that this is your new schedule and expected behavior, I ain’t letting you risk my credibility in this school just because you want to try and disobey the schools upper management.” In the morning when she dropped you off and forced you to walk into the special out of the way building on campus, You had convinced her to not make you wear any of the required uniform for the program, a diaper and a chastity cage, arguing that you’d clear up the misunderstanding and not need them, that didn’t stop her from forcing you to carry a princess themed diaper bag with the supplies at your side. At the front desk there sets a slightly well endowed red headed woman who looks up to see you, her face beaming with excitement when she sees you, talking almost in a tone similar to what adults use when talking to children “Welcome to Sunshine Dreams Daycare hun, you must be the new little one I was told would be starting today!”

The woman looks at you with a gentle smile and holds out her hand. "Oh, honey, it's okay if you want to use your baby voice too, I promise you we only use real words here!" She glances over at your step-sister who had dropped you off but seems to ignore her, focusing entirely on you. "So what's your name, little one?"

"Aww that's such a handsome name! I'm Ms. Amy, and I'll be in charge of taking care of you today. Now why don't we get you all settled in?" She leads you over to a small room with several cribs, each one decorated with baby mobiles and stuffed animals. "Which one would you like? We can change your diaper and get you all nice and cozy before we start the day."

"Oh my, are you wet? Well, it's no problem, I brought some extra diapers for just such occasions!" Ms. Amy takes a packet of baby wipes and a new diaper from the princess-themed diaper bag you're carrying and sits down on the changing table. "Just hop up here, little one, and let's get that cleaned up."

She carefully lifts your leg and begins to wipe off any excess moisture before gently unfolding the soiled diaper and tossing it aside. Then she slides a fresh diaper underneath you, pulling the tabs between your legs and fastening them securely at the back. "All done! All nice and clean now."

"Hmm... where would you like to go first today? You can choose from the playroom, nap time, or story time!"

"Of course! Just follow me," Ms. Amy says as she leads you over to a room filled with toddler-sized toilets and small sinks. There are several other adult diaper-wearing students in the room, some of them helping each other wipe or sitting on their assigned potties. "Why don't you find a free stool and use it? I'll be right over here if you need any help."

You spot a nearby empty seat with a potty attached to it, so you climb up onto it and begin to squat. After releasing a heavy stream into the waiting diaper, you let out a content sigh. Standing back up, you look over at Ms. Amy who's watching you intently from across the room. "You did such a good job, honey! Now why don't we go back to the playroom and get ready for

Ms. Amy laughs softly at your comment as she leads you back to the playroom. "Oh, it's just a different kind of tube for baby boys, sweetie. It helps them go potty so they don't have any accidents!" She motions for you to follow her over to a small table where another caretaker is setting up various toys and games. "I bet you'd like to play with some new things today! Why don't you pick out something that looks fun?"

"Oh, look at that! You did such a good job going poopy!" Ms. Amy says as she notices the little turd in the tube before swiftly disposing of it in a nearby diaper pail. "There you go, all clean now. Why don't you go ahead and pick something to play with?"

As you start exploring your options, you spot several other caretakers interacting with their charges in various ways. One is giving a little girl a bottle of what looks like milk while another is helping a boy play with a cute stuffed animal that resembles a baby version of the college mascot. You begin to wonder if you could ever be brave enough to ask for those things too...

"Oh, what big blocks you have!" Ms. Amy says as she comes over to watch you playing with a set of brightly colored plastic blocks on the floor. "You're such a smart little builder! Are you making anything special today?" She asks, kneeling down next to you and leaning in close.

As you continue to play, more caretakers come by to check in on you and your progress, each one commenting on how cute or clever you are as they interact with you. You begin to feel a warmth spread through your chest as their attention makes you feel happy and loved. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all...

Midway through your block-building adventure, Ms. Amy comes over to help you stack a particularly tall tower without it toppling over. As she leans in close, her breasts press gently against your shoulder, their soft weight reminding you of how nice it feels to be held and cared for.

"There we go, I think that's about as high as you can go with those little arms," Ms. Amy says before giving the tower a gentle tap, sending it crumbling to the floor in a satisfying heap. She laughs softly and looks into your eyes, her expression warm and inviting. "You know, if you ever need any help like that, you can just ask, okay?"

As you continue to play and interact with the caretakers, each one seems to find new ways to make you feel special and loved. You begin to wonder if this place might not be such a bad idea

The day progresses, and the warmth inside your chest grows stronger. You find yourself gravitating toward Ms. Amy more and more, enjoying her attention above all the others'. As you take a break for snack time, she sits down next to you with a small plastic baby bowl filled with cheerios.

"Here's some yummy snacks for our little hungry bear," she coos, using one of your many cute pet names. "You know, if you ever want more snacks like this or just want someone to talk to, I'm always here for you." She places the bowl on your highchair tray and then reaches out to brush a few stray wisps of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering against your skin.

Your heart flutters at her touch, and you find yourself leaning into it, craving more contact with this kind and gentle woman

As the day goes on, Ms. Amy seems to spend more time with you than any of the other caretakers. You've grown accustomed to her soft voice, her warm embrace, and the way she makes everything feel safe and secure. The other students sometimes look at you enviously as they watch the two of you playing together, but you barely notice them anymore; all your attention is focused on your new favorite person.

Lunchtime arrives, and Ms. Amy feeds you pureed food from a small baby spoon, careful not to give you too much at once lest it overwhelm your tiny tummy. Afterwards, she wipes your mouth with a soft cloth before placing you back in your high chair. "You were such a good little eater," she praises, giving you another of her warm smiles that make everything feel all right.

As you continue to spend time together, the thought

of actually wanting to be with Ms. Amy forever begins to form in your mind. The idea of returning to college and being around adults feels foreign and uncomfortable now; you can't imagine ever leaving her side again. You start to wonder if she might feel the same way...

The final activity of the day is story time, which Ms. Amy always reads aloud in her sweet, soothing voice. She always picks stories about loving families or babies going on adventures, and each tale seems tailor-made to make you want to be part of that world forever. As she closes the book after today's story and tucks you into your crib for naptime, her fingers lingering over your cheek as if she's reluctant to let go, she whispers softly in your ear.

"You know, Lucas... I think we might be meant to be together."