A change and a nap


It's changing time and your caregiver lays you flat on your back and spreads your legs to open your diaper. Reflexively your little paws curl as you tuck your tail between your legs as the cool air licks your damp chilly areas.
"Aww no need to be so bashful little fella." The caring voice cooed to you as they pulled your tail aside. "I've seen that plenty of boy's peepee's. I'm used to it hun." They continued as they looked down at your flayed and mutilated member.
"Aww what a cute little one too." The caregiver mused to themselves as they wiped your fur down with a wetwipe. Gently with a fresh wipe, the cupped your sack and rolled your tiny coinpurse around in tbr sanitized fabric. They watched with an amused smirk as the sensations caused you to stammer and squirm. "Shh... Its okay sweetie. I'm just making sure all that gunk is wiped off your fur." They said as they eased up on your testicular ministrations.
As the caregiver threw away their current wipe, they began to dig around in their bag as you laid there processing and reeling from the stimulation. The gentle and tender rubbing to your fluffy sack evoked feelings out of you that could only be described as weird and funny. Your limbs felt a big weird and tingly as an odd heaviness weighed like a pit in your stomach. Whether you were aware of it or not, you had became aroused.
"Aww~ Someone liked my thorough cleaning." They cooed.
With their attention turned back to you, they crawled between your legs with the items they had been looking for. With a loud pop, the tub of Vasaline had been opened as they placed it beside you on the changing mat. Reaching down, they wrapped a paw digit or two around your tiny circumcised boyhood and began to inspect it. "What a lovely job the doctor did. No slack, no frenulum, perfectly smooth with a uniform scar ring." They softly muttered as they looked your penis up and down.


"Oh and those dents on your scar... You must've healed from your circumcision pretty recently then if you've still got grooves from your stitches." The caregiver muttered. They looked up at you with a pleasant smile, knowing their words were completely incomprehensible to you. However with such an endearing and twistedly loving smile, you could feel their approval for reasons you did not understand.
"Such a brave boy. I'll treat you well." They said as they coated their paw.
With the tips of their paw coated in vasaline, the caregiver daintily smeared the protective balm across the top of your still-smooth permanently exposed glans. Feeling such a strange sensation, you bit down into the nipple of your pacifier and squirmed about. "Aww~ still quite the sensitive boy aren't you?" They said with a loving coo, practically gushing at how cute you were being. "Don't worry, you'll feel less as you get older cutie." They continued as they lifted their paw.
With an amused smirk they patiently waited on your fussing and squirming to subside, one of their paws rubbing your side to hell calm you down. "I know sweetie... It's a bit overwhelming. But I gotta do this or your skin could get stuck together." They tried to explain as you calmed down and looked at this with a flushed blushing face. With an odd tingling sensation ringing through your bellend, you spread your legs for your caregiver and softly huffed at them with a half-chub.


"Aww~ See? This isn't so bad is it?" They gently cooed to you as they got down on their knees so their face was level with the table. With their paw they gently traced their pad around the coronal rim of your glans, wagging back and forth excitedly as they watched your ting babyhood swell at the gentlest of their touches. "That's a good boy... Just relax... The weird feelings are natural." They hummed to you as they continued swirling their paw around the rim of your helmet.


As you laid there with a confused expression, you weren't sure what to make of these odd feeling sensations. The stiffness in your loins began to reach full mast as the almost itch-like sensation around the rim of your head reached the point of pleasure. Your tiny babyhood, barely over two inches stood firmly right in your caregiver's face, a few centimeters of pink inner skin separated by a thick apparent circumcision scar give them a beautiful close view of your low&tight snip.


"Aww~ that's my good boy." Your caregiver cooed as he watched your skin pull taught. Admiring how your length subtly bent from the strain of your drum tight circumcision. "If you still had that ugly flap of skin, you wouldn't be able to show me your beautiful tip. I think a good circumcised boy like you deserves a reward." they mused as their paws began to work the smooth jelly that was rubbed on your tip into the rest of your length. With eyes lowering, you watched.


With the caregiver's paws moving, you watched as your shiny reddish pink tip wiggled and squished with their movements. The tingling foreign sensations migrating and spreading from your tip to the rest of your member as the slick sheen of the protective jelly was slowly massages into the rest of your maimed babyhood. Each time they passed over your relatively fresh ring scar, you shuddered and bit down into the nipple of your pacifier, the jumbled mess of nerves firing off.


Being as young and sensitive as you were, those tingly feelings and pressure building in your stomach were already beginning to reach a boiling point. Unaware of what to do with or how to process these strange feelings you began to fuss and whine as your blushing face turned red. A complex mix or arousal and nervousness swelled up inside you as you pressed your tiny baby paws against the caregiver's as tears began to well up in your eyes.


"Shh... it'll be okay sweetie. You'll feel better really soon." The caregiver whispered to you as they briefly took their paw away. Not wanting to overwhelm you, they took their unlubed paw and gently stroked your arm and rubbed your belly as they waited for you to calm down once again. With some time to gaze and admire, they took notice of how the rim of your tip had began to flare out and take that mushroom shape only a cut boy could have, also noticing how tight your sack was.
Wanting to confirm their suspicions, they gently squeezed the bulb of your head and smiled. Feeling how firm and hardened it was, in combination with how tight your sack had become told them what they needed to know. You were on the verge of orgasm. "There we go sweetie. Nice and calm again? I'll make sure you feel really... really special." They cooed to you before taking their lubed up paw and stroked you very slowly and gently.


As you felt your tiny babyhood being stroked, you felt those odd feeling pressures build up again. A light headed feeling began to take over your head as your breaths became ragged and raspy. You squirmed and kicked your legs around, such motions only serving to rub your sensitive exposed head around inside the caregiver's paws further stimulating you in an endless feedback loop of squirming and stimming. "Hehehe~ eager aren't we? Go on little one. Breed my paws like a cut stud."


The feeling were too much to bear. Pushed past the point of no return you mind goes completely blank as your legs go rigid. With a wide eyed look your vision goes blurred as you crane your head back and open your mouth in awe of this blissful heavenly feeling. With back arced, your foot and handpaws curl as whole body begins to shudder with the pleasant orgasmic feelings washing over your entire body. With their head between your legs watching you climax, they smirked.


Letting their grip release, their tail swished back and forth excitedly as they watched your tiny snipped babyhood pulse and throb and twitch in delight. Far too young to produce semen, they blushed with an overjoyed smile as they watched you fire blanks in your dry orgasm. With the intense moment passing and a fresh diaper placed under your bottom, they quickly saw to finishing up your change as you reeled in a sexdrunk stupor, your body having gone entirely ragdolled.


Unable the move and with tears rolling down your furry face from the sheer intensity, you let yourself get carried off by your caregiver as you exhausted flopped into your crib as you were lowered in. "Aww~ such a tired little fella." They gently cooed as they leaned down and kissed you on the forehead. "Sleep tight, my beautiful circumcised boy." They said with a twisted adoration and praise. You just might have a new favorite babysitter.