The Carelsonton Cuddle Club

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Phil glanced nervously at his watch. His appointment was at 7:30, it was now 7:25. Really, he could go in at any point. There was no problem with arriving early, and he had booked the whole night anyway. Also, he was already standing outside the building.

That building was a tall steel and glass structure right downtown where he lived. There were shops in the lower floors, as well as offices and apartments. Phil, a tall, well-built man in his twenties with dark brown hair, had taken the bus down to spend the night. It was a loose appointment, as long as he arrived at some point before midnight he was fine. That wasn’t the reason he was nervous.

The reason he was nervous was the he had never done anything like this before. He had found an add online, which said it was a sure fire way to reduce stress, but gave very little information. Apparently, it was part of a growing ‘cuddle for hire’ business, where people had special trained workers to cuddle with while you slept. Phil, a business intern hoping to someday become a manager, had plenty of stress in his life. He knew others in the same situation had been doing the same thing.

This one, however, seemed a bit strange. Their business’s website has described itself as a ‘Cuddle Club… With a Difference!’ but didn’t specify what that difference was. When he asked over the phone, the woman on the other end only giggled and said “oh… you’ll see!” Also, it didn’t have any pictures of the people who were there to cuddle, and the business’s page was strangely childish, with pictures of stuffed animals and descriptions written in very simple English. However, the reviews on it were excellent. Eventually he had decided to book a night.

He swallowed nervously. Finally, he picked up his duffle bag and headed into the building. He could always leave if he didn’t like it, he told himself. He walked across multi coloured tiles and past small stores towards a pair of steel elevator doors. He pushed the button, and waited. He looked again at a piece of paper in his pocket, which read “room 11-57, 530 pm.” He hit the button for floor 11, and waited.

He got off, and wandered through carpeted hallways until he found the right room. He paused and breathed deeply. Why was this so hard? He supposed it was because, in a way, he was admitting he needed help. Long work hours, little rest, and countless pages of work to get through had gotten to him. He tried to forget that he still was only competing for a position, and wasn’t even guaranteed a job after all this. Trying to get a good job in this economy would wear down anyone. He always had had problems dealing with stress, and at this point he just needed a break. He knew other people who had gone to similar places, but somehow he felt that if someone saw him he wouldn’t be able to face them again. Was he admitting defeat by getting help in such a strange way? He shook the idea out of his head, and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a female voice said.

He opened the door, and found he was facing a desk in a large reception area. The walls were a deep red, decorated with a few pictures and two hall ways ran off to the sides. There were a few chairs along the walls, a coat rack and a small table covered with toys and colouring books. He looked at those questioningly. Who would bring their children here?

“Ahem,” the same voice said again, more sternly. He turned to face the woman at the desk, who was in her late 40s and small glasses and dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. She looked up from the paperwork on her desk and stared at him impatiently.

“Oh! Hi… uhhh sorry, I am here for a 5:30 appointment. If I am at the right place.”

“What is ‘the right place?” she said, looking at him over the tops of her glasses.

“I… well, I think it’s here, I should have an appointment.” Phil didn’t want to admit where he was going if he was at the wrong place.

“You want the Carlesontown Cuddle Club?” she asked.

Phil blushed. “Yes.”

“You are Phil then?”

“Yes I am. Are you the receptionist?” Phil asked, hoping the stern looking woman wasn’t who he was going to cuddle with.

“I am the MANAGER, actually,” she said.
“Oh. Sorry.”

The woman looked at her watch. “It is no 5:37. You are late.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he said.

The woman sighed. “I suppose that is fine. Alright. You are in room 3A, with Marie. Its right down the hallway to the left. You can leave your coat on that rack.” She pointed to the wall.

“Alright, thanks.” Phil took off his long overcoat, revealing a dark grey suit underneath, and hung it on the wall.

“That’s not what you are planning on wearing, is it?” she asked.

“No, I brought my pyjamas in my bag.” He held it up to show here. “Is there a place I can get changed?”

She paused a moment, then sighed again, more exasperated this time. “Yes, fine, just get changed in that room. Marie will show you where.” She turned back to the paperwork on her desk, indicating the discussion was over.

Phil headed down the hall. “3A… 3A…” he repeated to himself. He eventually found the room, and knocked.

The door opened slightly and a head popped out. He was relieved to see it was girl closer to his own age, perhaps mid-twenties, with a short bob of blond hair.

“Hello?” Phil said.

“Hi!” a voice answered excitedly. “Are you Phil?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“Yayyy! Come in come in come in!” she grabbed his hand and pulled him in. “Ummm… that’s not what you are going to wear, is it?” She pointed at his outfit.

“No I… what?” Phil had held out his bag to show her, but stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth hung agape. This was NOT what he had been expecting.
 

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This looks cute so far. Interesting twist on the club idea. Can't wait to see Phils reaction to a girl who sounds like she is just about in full Little space.
 

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This looks cute so far. Interesting twist on the club idea. Can't wait to see Phils reaction to a girl who sounds like she is just about in full Little space.

Haha it will be interesting for him to say the least. Also, thanks!
 

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Oh!! Yay! I can't wait to see where this leads.

You can now :) the next art is up P

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Part 2:

In sharp contrast to the bare hallway outside, the next room was an inviting purple bed room. Except that he couldn’t see an actual bed. Instead, there was a massive oversized crib at the far end of the room, with the mat sitting on the floor and wooden bars on its sides. It was stuffed full of plush toys, more of which were scattered on the ground, and had a mobile hanging above it. Along with it was a high chair and a long padded table with shelves underneath he soon realized were full of diapers. There was a second door which lead into a bathroom, a window, and a wardrobe.

That realization brought his attention back to the girl in front of him. She was dressed in a long footed sleeper made to look like a cat, complete with a tail and a now hanging hood with ears on it. As if that wasn’t enough, at her waist there was a flap attached with snaps, underneath which he could see the thick bulge of what he assumed was a diaper. She turned to face him when he stopped, and he could see a pacifier attached with a strap to her front. He looked at the hand he was holding to find it as encased in a fingerless mitten.

“If you wanna get dressed, just go in there,” she said, pointing to the bathroom. “Or do it here, I don’t mind,” she giggled.

“Wh.. what is going on?!” Phil asked in shock.

“Oh! Well you can’t sleep in a suit silly! You need to get comfy! Didn’t you bring pjs?”

“Yes, but I mean, why are you dressed like that!?”


“These are my favourite jammies. If you don’t like ‘em you can pick out another pair from there.” She pointed to the large wooden wardrobe.

“That’s not what I meant! Why are you dressed like a baby?!” he almost shouted.

“Hehe uhhh because I am...? You really are silly…?” she giggled and stuck out her toung.

“What?”

The girl giggled and grabbed Phil’s other hand comfortingly. “Ok, you seem confused. Silly boy, you should have asked first.” She waggled a finger in front of him teasingly. “This is the Carelsontown Cuddle Club, the club “with a difference””. She said, quoting the webpage. “The difference is, you get to cuddle, and take care of, with a cute widdle baby like me. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“A little baby?” Phil asked.

Well, not really little… I guess I’m bigger than most babies, but that’s not the point.”

“You’re not a baby! You’re at least in your 20s!”

She glared at him. “I’m 24. So? I can still be a baby. Everyone here is the same, we dress like this, people come in, take care of us, and cuddle. That’s the point.”

“I don’t know,” Phil said, turning away. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Uggg you gotta make it SOOOO hard,” she said, and Phil turned back to her. “I know it seems weird, but it works. We got a ton of happy people. You wanna calm down? Lose all your stress and anxiety? Just try it. We’ll have fun, I promise.”

Phil stared at her. He did want to stop feeling stressed. Looking at her, he could already feel himself calming down, his anxiety slipping away he imagined her in his arms. A night spent with a cute girl, dressed so adorably… Phil was surprised to be thinking of it as adorable. But something about it was, and he felt himself drawn into the idea. He never would have imagined it before, but nothing right now seemed more perfectly calming then taking care of this strange grown woman dressed as a baby.

“Alright,” he said.

“Yayy!” she jumped up and down and giggled. “Alright, you go get dressed. I’ll be playing.” She let go of him, and Phil walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

He paused a moment, thinking. This entire situation was so weird. Since when was this something he’d ever want? He thought about it again. The image of him taking care of her came back, along with the irresistible feeling of calm. But how? It was nothing that he would have wanted before. Was there some kind of mind game going on? He couldn't tell, but he knew he still wanted it. He realized he needed it, in fact.

He got undressed and put on his pyjamas; a long grey shirt and pants. He then went back into the bedroom to see Marie sitting on the ground, sucking her pacifier and playing with a pile of stuffed animals. He walked over to her, and she looked up at him.

He hesitated, then asked “Hello there Marie, what are you playing?”*

She drooped the pacifier and smiled at him. “I’m playing with my pets! See, here is my kitty. She’s my favourite. You can the puppy!” She gave him a brown stuffed dog.

For a few minutes he played around with her. The stuffed animals were surprisingly fun. He was amused, but still not really certain of what was going on. What exactly was the point of this? Were they serious? And, perhaps more importantly, why was he enjoying it?He knew it should seem wrong... something about this was strange.*
 

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Part 3:

For a few minutes he played around with her. The stuffed animals were surprisingly fun. He was amused, but still not really certain of what was going on.

“Ummm… Marie?”

“Yeeeeess?” she said.

“What exactly are we going to do? I mean, it’s still a few hours until we need to sleep. Are we just going play with stuffed animals? They did tell me to come early.”

“Well, its supper soon for one.”

“That’s alright, I already ate.”

“Not for you silly, for me,” she pointed at the high chair.

“Ok… so what should I do?”

She giggled. “Well I’m a baby! It’s your job to take care of me. What do you think you gotsta do with hungry babies?”

Phil was a bit perplexed, but laughed. The idea of feeding this overgrown baby was heartwarming in a way. Once again, he was surprised to find himself thinking that.

“Haha, ok. I’ll feed the baby.” Reaching toward her, he scooped her up in his arms. She giggled and leaned into him, and he carried her to the high chair and sat her down.

“Now, what does the baby eat?”

“There’s food under the changing table. I usually have three jars and a bottle,” she pointed at the drawers under the table.

Phil walked over and opened the drawers to find lines of baby food. He took three out along with a warm bottle of milk and a spoon, and took them back.

“You don’t keep these in a fridge?” he asked.

“No, babies don’t like them too cold. The milk is in a fridge until you get here though.”

He opened one of the jars, spooned some out and began feeding here. “Open up for the choo choo train!”

She giggled, and opened her mouth. She ate it happily, spilling some as she did, and he kept feeding her.

“You really like this stuff?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Its nummy!” she replied.

Soon he had finished all three jars. He then picked her up out of the high chair, sat on the ground, and put her in his lap. He began feeding her from the bottle.

She snuggled into him as she suckled. She closed her eyes and smiled. Staring down at her, he realized he felt more peaceful then he had in years. Everything about the situation, from the cozy, inviting environment to the sweet girl in his lap, made him feel at home. Even knowing he could take care of the girl helped calm him.

Soon she was finished the bottle. She turned into him and rested in his lap. He took the pacifier and put it in her mouth, and she sucked contently.

He looked at the clock. It was only 7:30, but she seemed to be falling asleep.

“I guess its bedtime for the little baby, eh?”

She opened her eyes and spoke around her pacifier, causing her to lisp. “Nuuuu. I don wanna sweep.”

“You’re falling asleep right now in my lap honey.”

“No. Not tiered,” she said stubbornly. As if to prove it, she tried to sit up in his lap, but fell back down.

“Uh huh. Suuuuree you aren’t. Come on, I’ll even cuddle with you.”

“Buh I wanna pwaaayyy!” she whined.

“Don’t be silly. Just suckle your paci and go to sleep. I’ll get your teddies for you in a minute.

“Hmph. Meanie.” She said, still cuddling against him and closing her eyes. He laughed.

He picked her up and carried her toward the crib. As he lay her down, he noticed something.
 

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Part 4:

“Marie, what is that smell?”

She opened her eyes and sniffed the air, then closed them again. “Diapie.”

“What?” he turned her over, opened the flap on her onesie and checked the back of her diaper. At this point it wasn’t necessary, it was clear what the smell was and it was even stronger when he turned her over.

“What… I… What do we do about this?”

She looked at him with a confused look. “You gots ta change me.”

“But I… You can’t stay in it? Or do it yourself?”

“Nuuuu I cant stay stinky is get a wash! And I no know how to change me,” she said, still sucking the pacifier.

He paused for a moment. “Did you just do this so you wouldn’t have to sleep early?”

“Nuuu! Is accident!”

“Sure it is.”

“It is!” she whined.

“Alright, fine. Come on.”

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the table. He sat her down with a squish and she lay down, eyes half open.

He opened the bottom of her pyjamas to see a cat-printed diaper.

“Hehe, you really like cats, don’t you?”

“Uh huh. Wike my stuffie,” she said. He reached to the ground and picked up the cat, then gave it to her. She cuddled it close and closed her eyes.

Phil went slowly at first, as he had never done this before. He tore the tapes on her diaper and opened it. He backed up a bit as he did, but found it wasn’t too bad. He threw out the old diaper and began wiping her down.

He got out a fresh diaper just like the previous one, and lay it under her.
“Uh uh, powder,” she said drowsily.

“Oh! Right,” Phil said. He reached down under the table and found a case of baby powder. He spread it over her, then taped the diaper on and did her onesie back up.

“Good?” he asked, but found she was already asleep. He picked her up and carried her to the crib. He lay her down and tucked her in, then lay beside her. He cuddled close.

It was a strange day. It definitely wasn’t what he was expecting, but he was glad it was like this. Cuddling with her now, he really did find all his stress was a distant memory, and he was happier than he ever had been before.



Phil awoke the next day to beams of light coming through the windows. He stretched, then stopped.
He looked around, surprised at first at his surroundings. Then the memories of the night before came back. Him playing with the baby toys, feeding her, CHANGING her!? It all seemed so strange that he would like any of it. Even now, only a day after, he was confused by it. Since when would he want to do that?
 

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Part 5:

Oh well, he thought. It had worked as they said, and he really did feel calm. He looked down at the still sleeping 24 year old girl dressed in diapers and a onesie. He smiled. A strange night, but fun.

Marie slowly woke up and looked up at him.

“You has fun?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Feels better? Feels anys different?”

“Yes,” he said again.

“Good. Can yous help me wid one more ting?”

“Uhhh… sure.”

She pointed at the pacifier in her mouth. “Take dis out pwease?”

“Ok. Why would you need that?” he reached over and took it out.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached over, grabbed his head, pulled herself to him and gave him a long kiss on his lips. Phil was too surprised to react.

“MuuuuUUUUAAAH!” she said, emphasizing her actions.

“Wha… why did you do that?” he asked.

“Hehe you’ll see in a minute,” she replied.

“What… I…” Phil felt something beginning to change. He felt himself getting thinner, his muscles getting smaller. He could have sworn everything around him was suddenly bigger.

Something began to form between his legs. He looked down to see a bulk growing under his clothes, forcing his legs apart. At the same time, his pyjamas began to change. His shirt and pants became attached, and started to get smaller. The changed color, becoming a light pink, and a tail formed behind him. A hood went over his head, and he reached up to find long rabbit ears coming out of it.
When it was all done, he looked down to find himself dressed in pink bunny footed pyjamas, with a flap barely containing the thick padding of his diaper. His hands were in mittens that left them all but useless, and there was a pacifier strapped to his front.

“Hehe,” Marie said, “You are a bunny! See? I’m a kitty.” She pulled up her hood to show him the cat ears on it.

“What’s going on!?” he asked, horrified. He was even more horrified to find his voice had gotten higher and softer.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Marie reached to his front, grabbed the pacifier and stuck it in his mouth.
Phil tried to spit it out, but couldn’t. He tried to open the flap on his onesie so he could at least get the diaper off, but found they wouldn’t budge. “Wha is goin ons?” He asked, then, “An whas happen to my voice? Whys I sounds wike dat?”

“Aww you sound cute! And it’s the pacifier silly. It changes your voice. Also, if someone else puts it in your mouth, you won’t be able to take it out yourself, someone else needs to help you. Thems the rules. The same goes for your diaper and your onesie, except you can never take them off no matter who puts them on. You need a grown up.”

“Buh I ams a gwon up! And I don need a diapie!”

“Not anymore, and yes, you do now, stinky butt.” Phil blushed, suddenly realizing he could feel a warm substance in his diaper. He crinkled his nose at the smell. “I wasn’t lying when I said it was an accident last night, so you really don’t want to have it off for too long.”

“Buhh… buhh… Is a big boy!” he said, realizing how pathetic it sounded as he sat there, squirming in a messy diaper and helplessly sucking a pacifier.

“Really?” a voice said from the other side of the room. They both turned to see the dark haired woman Phil had met at the reception desk the night before.

“Mommy!” Marie shouted, lifting up her arms. The woman came over and picked her up gently, smiling at her and cradling her. She pointed at Phil and giggled. "Ewww he's a stinky baby!"

Phil blushed, not liking it pointed out. He tried to shift himself to get away from feeling it, and struggled to only breath through his mouth so he could avoid the thick smell.

"I know, I'll get him changed in a minute." She turned back to Phil. “You really think you’re a big boy? Wouldn’t have guessed it last night, coming here because you couldn’t deal with stress and arriving late. Not very responsible.”

“Wha! Das no fair! Meanie!” he pouted.

“Now now, don’t whine unless you want a spanking!” she said, and held up a paddle Phil hadn’t seen before. Phil gulped.

“Wha is goin on?”

“Its quite simple. You’re going to join the cuddle babies, like Marie here. You’ll find yourself quite unable to take your baby clothes off, and will need to be taken care of. Also, you won't be able to leave un-escorted, which means being pushed in a stroller, a pram, or on a leash. Sorry about shrinking by the way, you’ll find you’ve lost three inches. We need people to be able to carry you. "

Marie continued for her. "The kiss completed the spell, but it was working all last night. I'm sure you felt yourself being drawn in? It wouldn't have worked if the feelings weren't already there somewhere, but it made them stronger until you were ready."

He thought for a moment about the strange feelings he had had, enjoying the baby toys, a desire to cuddle with the strange woman in diapers. "Buh... why me?"

"Most of the people we have working here, like Marie, were volunteers, but occasionally we need to get someone else. In this case, we happened to need an adorable baby boy, and you fit the case. You were the kind of person they’d want to cuddle, and had the perfect mindset for it, and we knew you'd enjoy it. If your smelly diaper is any indication, we picked well.”

“Buhh… I DON wan it! I don enjoy it!”

“Are you sure? Think about it.”

Phil opened his mouth to respond, then stopped. He thought about life as a baby. He hadn’t noticed before, but the diaper was incredibly comfortable. It was soft, and wrapped around him like a warm hug. The onesie was warm and cozy. The pacifier was comforting and fun to suck on. He looked around at all the toys in the room. They all seemed inviting, and he found he longed to play with them. He had been having fun with Marie the night before anyway.

Then he thought about how people would treat him. Getting taken care of, played with, fed, even changed… all of it put his mind at ease when he thought about it.

“I…” he said, not sure how to respond.

Marie climbed down from the woman. She picked up a stuffed rabbit, walked over to Phil, and handed it to him. He stared at it, finding himself wanting it more than he had wanted anything before. He grabbed it, and cuddled it.

“See Phil? You'll have fun! Just behave yourself so you don’t get too many spankings, play around, and cuddle with the nice people who come in. So, be a good baby, you’ll get your stinky pampers changed, and have fun. You’Il be part of our little family. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Wes," he said.

"Good baby."

"Wha about all da other stuff I do?"

"Don't worry about it. You came here because you couldn't handle the stress of being a grown up. Here, You’ll be always happy, you’ll be taken care of, and you will help out other people who are stressed. Its exactly what you wanted. Doesn't that sound good? "

He nodded.

She bent down and kissed him on the forehead. “Good. Then you’re welcome.”

“Tank ooo,” he said.
 

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Loved the story. The best bit was going out, some on a leash. I love being on a leash myself.
 

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Really good story, it would be wonderful if it was real haha
Continue it please, I love the story :)

Cheers.

Sorry, it was part of a secret santa trade, so I can't make another without permission. THanks though! :)
 
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