JoJo's Babyish Afternoon

In the earliest hours of the morning, before anyone was awake, a who that no one knew sneaked into the abandoned observatory. The tall, dark figure crept inside, tool bag in hand. They worked for the morning on various inventions, until the task was complete. Then, as soon as they were done, they snuck out as quickly as they came, without a trace. All they had to do was wait.

Later that day, around the time school would end on Fridays, the smallest who of all entered the observatory with a box full of glass bottles, rubber bands, and other various materials he found useful for inventing and making musical instruments. The boy said nothing as he set down the box and turned on the light, so he could capture the beauty of his second home.

No sooner than he did flip the switch, JoJo felt his wrist being grabbed, then his other one, along with his ankles, and was lifted up. Startled, JoJo saw the things that grabbed him. Long, mechanical arms with gloves over the hands, like the kind he saw in his father's workplace whenever the chairman wanted to humiliate him. JoJo struggled to wiggle out of the robotic limbs.

The various instruments moved to one side and JoJo could see a conveyer belt much longer than the ones he would see in supermarkets. A booming robotic voice came out of nowhere.

'Beginning Infant Care.'

Immediately, JoJo was moved to the beginning of the conveyor belt. He was set down on the black moving belt. He tried to get up to escape, but the arms pushed him onto his back and a strong strap held him in place over his middle section.

"Let me go!"

His pleads fell upon deaf ears as the belt moved with him on it. JoJo prepared himself for the worst.

A large bathtub came up from around him. The buckle released itself, but JoJo didn't have time to move before one of the mechanical hands grasped his ankle. JoJo sat up and suddenly, warm water filled the tub, along with bubble bath solution. Another pair mechanical hands came down with a bottle. Now that it was closer, JoJo could see what the bottle contained on the lable. 'Baby Shampoo.'

JoJo was helpless as the hands soaked him with warm water and started scrubbing him down from head to toe-less foot. JoJo could feel the sponges run in between his fingers, under his armpits, and between his legs, which made him blush. During the bath, JoJo struggled to free himself and he sputtered as he was scrubbed down.

After the bath, JoJo was lifted out and once again buckled to the belt as it started moving. The boy shivered from being taken out of a warm bath into the cold air. That didn't last long, as many more hands appeared with hairdryers and towels. The towels dried off his head, shoulders, torso, back, bottom, arms, legs, and his feet. After the toweling, the hair dryers warmed him up and finished drying him. When the hair dryers were turned off, JoJo's fur puffed up.

The conveyer moved for a few seconds and stopped again, this time, for grooming. The hands came down with brushes and combs. They brushed and combed his fur, smoothing it down. His arms were held down as a brush smoothed out his hair and styled it. Not in his usual hairstyle, though, as a mechanical hand's finger twirled his bangs around, leaving a infantile curl on his forehead.

The grooming done, the boy was removed from the belt and placed on a wide table and, of course, strapped down. The hands came down with various objects. Once JoJo saw what they were, he squirmed, wiggled, struggled. All the while, he wailed for help.

"Help me! Somebody help me! Let me go!"

Once again, no one heard his cried for assistance. Instead, a pair of hands wrapped around his ankles and spread his legs apart, exposing his private area completely. JoJo blushed as he was exposed against his will.