Roommates

Chapter 3
Temper Tantrum

Chapter Description: Patrick has his first temper tantrum.

I awoke back in my car seat on our way home. At first I wasn’t sure where I was, but then I started remembering taking the pills and going to McDonalds and seeing Scott. Scott!!! Oh my god, I thought, He saw me like this. “How could you guys do that to me in fwont of Scott”, I said in my little 3-year-old voice.

“Oh look who’s up”, said Mitchell smiling at me in the rear view mirror. “Don’t be mad buddy. He didn’t know it was you. Besides this is what you wanted. Look at it this way, you have a play date tomorrow like any other 3 year old.”

This was true and as embarrassing as it was to have Scott look at me like a toddler it was very nice to be held in his arms. As I started thinking more about him holding me and feeding me and treating me like a baby I noticed I was getting a tiny erection. I put my hands down there to cover up and that’s when I noticed my pants were a little damp. Not much but I must have wet a little bit while I slept. I couldn’t believe it.

Max noticed what I was doing and asked, “Is everything alright back there?”

“Yes”. I said in a little meek voice looking down the whole time.

“Are you sure? Don’t lie to us”, he said with a stern parental voice.

“Well I tink I may have wet a wittle. But only a wittle” I said trying to make it sound like it was no big deal.

“Well it’s a good thing I brought your training pants with us. There is a rest stop up a head. Stop there so we can change him.”

Hearing “change him” made me turn beat red and made my little penis as hard as it could get. We pulled into the rest area and they took me out of my car seat and brought me into the men’s room, where they had a changing table. They laid me upon in and I started to unbutton my pants and Mitchell swiped my hands away and said that I was not allowed to do that. He took off my shorts and felt the front of my underoos. They were more wet then I thought.

“Looks like you wet a little more then what you told us”, Max said as he handed Mitchell the training pants, baby wipes and some powder. I couldn’t even look them in the eye. I thought that something like this might happen but I didn’t think it would be this humiliating. I also didn’t think I would be changed in a public rest room. Luckily no one else was in there.

Mitchell proceeded to take off my underoos. As he did I went right back to trying to cover myself up. He smiled at me and said, “ I can’t do this unless you take your hands away.” He took my hands in his a gently pulled them away. When he saw my baby boner he and Max laughed a little.

“I think someone likes to wet his pants”, Max said with a devilish grin on his face.

“I think your right”, said Mitchell as he proceeded to take my little dick in between his forefinger and thumb and give it a few strokes. I wanted to tell him to stop because it was so embarrassing and I just wanted to get some cloths on. But my humiliating situation coupled with hand job I was getting made me just lie back like the baby I was becoming.

He then took a baby wipe a wiped my diaper area, sprinkled some powder down there and slid the training pants on me. I was still hard as a rock in them.

“I’m sorry I can’t finish”, Mitchell said “but I don’t want to risk someone walking in here and thinking I am molesting a real toddler. Maybe if you are good we can finish at home”, he said with a wink.

“If I’m good,” I thought. What does he mean? Did this mean I had no control over pleasuring myself? It would be there decision? I know I look like a toddler but I was still an adult in mind if not body. I had to say something.

“I’m still an adult, you know”, I said trying to sound authoritive. I couldn’t believe how upset I was becoming.

“Oh really”, Said Mitchell. “Well you sure don’t look like one from here”, he said standing straight up looking down at me on the changing table wearing my training pants and a tee shirt that didn’t cover the training pants at all.

“And I don’t know many adults that wet there pants like this”, said Max holding up my wet underoos.

Under normal circumstances I would have realized they were just joking around with me but perhaps the excitement of the day coupled with trying to get acquainted with my new body and knowing I would have some of the same feelings as a toddler I could feel a full temper tantrum coming on. I was getting really hot and my eyes started to tear up.

“I AN ADULT!” I said trying to hold back my tears.

“Aww Max I think someone needs a nap. Think we need to get home and put him to bed for an hour or so”, Mitchell said as we picked me up on his hip and started for the door.

“NO!” I screamed. I couldn’t hold back my temper tantrum anymore. “I’m a big boy! You can’t treat my wike this! and where are my shorts!”

Mitchell put me back on the changing table and Max tried to explain I couldn’t wear my shorts because they were wet. I would just have to wear my training pants.

This made me cry even loader and I began to kick my little legs and pound my tiny fists on the changing table. “I NOT A WITTLE BOY! GIVE ME BACK MY SHORTS! THIS ISNT FAIR! IM 29!”

They just stood over me and let me carry on for a few more minutes. It must have looked silly. Me claiming I was an adult, and them looking down at this little boy having a temper tantrum wearing a tee shirt and training pants.

After a few minutes I calmed down, a little but I was still crying a lot. Finally Max produced a pacifier from his bag and placed it in my mouth. I didn’t want to take it as I was still trying to claim some authority over myself, but something inside me eventually got my mouth to open up and I started sucking on the pacifier. Max hoisted me up on his hip and started walking out to the car. As I continued to suck on the pacifier I noticed I was getting sleeping that coupled with my baby boner rubbing against Max’s hip and the temper tantrum I just threw caused me to pass out by the time we got to the car.