Little T

Chapter 1
Little T

Chapter Description: Anthony Tyrone Green becomes a victim of his own success.

Anthony Tyrone Greenfield was at a crossroads. His rap career as “L’il T” wasn’t going so well and he either needed to change his act or go back into the boring family business. There was no problem with his capabilities in the latter, he had the college degrees and several years of practical application in the field but when compared to living his dream, that of being a successful rapper, there was no contest.

The problem was that the rap biz kept changing trends faster than he could adapt. His biggest hit which contained the lyrics “midden, ho, cheese and wheeze (in response to the cheese)” tanked with a radical change to the social culture that had allowed him to seemly abuse the opposite sex now took a 180 U-turn attitude, shutting him down hard. His manager suggested that he take the act to a more innocent, socially enlightened attitude and this gave him an idea.

He appeared at his next session wearing a Trykable AB diaper, faux leather vest, baby bib and an adult-sized pacifier. Upon walking on stage, he announced that his new name was “L’il Baby T” and he had a new message for his fans as he rapped about mommy love, diaper changing, Teddy bears and nap time. For some reason, this appealed to his female fandom and he soon found his audience numbers growing to major proportions. Even the guys, who were violently opposed to his new message at first, adapted his style as they found that it “got them in good with the ladies”.

Buoyed by his successes, L’il Baby T began to embellish his act with colorful pastel backgrounds and props; a changing table, a high chair and a crib. His newest single “Gotta go to mah crib” had such lyrics as “go to mah crib, don’t need no bib, just gimme da teddy an’ mamma ah’m ready” only added fuel to the fire of his ever growing fandom.

Soon, his “spoken words” were on every radio, Television, video stream and the minds of the “trendy ones” crowd”. He made the talk show circuit in costume, often denying that he really used the diaper he was wearying. After all, this was for show, not a lifestyle, right?

Ah, but with fame and fortune came the loneliness, obsessive behavior, drugs and booze. This addled his mind and caused his reasoning to blur. L’il Baby T was not able to cope with this level of fame, it began to show up in his acts, a little at a time.

In one act, Baby T stopped his lyrics and froze for a full twenty seconds as his bladder emptied and the front of his diaper filled, puffing outward and turning a deep yellow (he hadn’t had much water and was dehydrated from all the booze he’d consumed prior to the show).

In another, he forgot how to stand and fell backwards on his well padded butt. He still rapped his message, but it was beginning to sound more babyish and this condition began to increase in intensity with each and every performance. Offstage, he appeared normal, talked normal and seemed to be every bit the famous adult that he was.

More and more as the rap took on babyish tones and his voice actually went up a key while he rapped. In yet another act, he sang his chant while sucking on his toes. His lyrics were changed on the spot to include “jus’ suckin’ on mah toes, a sucking on mah toes, soon ah’ll do my piddy. The ladies didn’t know what to think of him sucking off his besty, but they ignored it in their adoration of him and his message — No lie!

And then the damn burst of emotional instability and loneliness came to a head. Baby T was on stage, peeing in his diaper and rapping “I’m a peein’, I’m a peein’, I’m a peein’ in mah dipoo! Peein’, peein’ peein’, WHOO!” From there it only got worse; he entered his onstage crib, drool dropping from his chin, chanting baby lyrics with no discernible meaning — “A doodoo, a dada, dada doodoo dada doodoo a dada, a doodoo.” This went on for the better part of an hour, the crowd, only now catching on to the breakdown he was suffering, watched intently. Baby T then announced that he was taking a nap and fell asleep for 10 minutes. He woke up refreshed, stood in his baby crib and called for his mommy to change his “dipoo”. The ladies in the crowd immediately took pity and stormed the stage, with their only intent to change Baby T’s diaper and care for him and thus show their love and admiration of the artist.

Unfortunately at that moment, Baby T had an explosive bowel movement. It blew out of the sides of his diaper, covered the crib mattress from one side to the other and smelled so bad, that its cheesy stank reached all the way to the back of the concert hall. This caused many to retch, others to vomit and a few to projectile vomit; so foul was the stench of Baby T!

Everyone evacuated the theater, the only one left was Baby T with his mind reverted to an infant’s point of view. He cried as only an infant with no love or attention could cry: Loudly, very loudly.