Daily Free-Write August 1, 2021: Room for Rent: Brandon's Treatment Pt. 2

Author's Note: This is the conclusion to this little window into Brandon's Fate, and a little hint of what's to come in the next thrilling chapter of Room for Rent

The next day, Brandon was woken bright and early to his new reality of diapers and baby treatment. The good doctor Windellmann got right to work on him and he is poked, prodded, and stretched.

"You'll never have control over your bladder or bowels again," said the doctor, and Brandon dreaded the prognosis. It couldn't be true! They were lying. They had to be. Brandon didn't have long to wallow in self-pity because he was thrown right into daycare, where he had to play baby with a bunch of diaper-wearing dummies who he couldn't even bully without getting sent to the quiet corner. The daycare workers may have been nice enough but they reported any misbehavior to the higher ups and his first day ended in a thorough spanking. By the end of the spanking, Brandon had soaked himself and even crapped his pampers so he was put into an extra thick cloth diaper and straight jacket and forced to watch brainwashing vr the rest of the night. He wasn't even let out for dinner. He was just hooked up to a feeder gag and fed lots of yummy formula laced with laxatives and diuretics, followed by plenty of bulk fiber to keep his system moving. What's more, he was numbed back there so he didn't even know when he was going.

Colt watched every night as brandon was gradually trained to love the feeling and hump his diapers helplessly, making a fool of himself the way he tried to make fools of others. It would be sweet to see his face when he saw it was all up on YourTube, where everyone could have a good laugh at the big pathetic baby, just like Brandon had tried to do to Robbie.

The first night it happened, Cold came watching Brandon tense up and groan as his pale, hairy, flabby body hunched over the oversized teddy bear in his nursery and soon after, Brandon slumped over, spent and drooling. It was Colt's pleasure to press the publish button and look at all the people commenting on how the big baby seems to really love his ultra thick baby diaper, laughing at how shamelessly he humps as the anal stretching ring in his butt makes him fart the whole time from all the air getting forced up there with his motions. Brandon didn't even realize that he was only cementing his permanent baby status as he humped away, the happy baby show songs playing in the background, teaching him to associate all those babyish things with pleasure. Maybe, Colt thought, Brandon's former victims would even get a chance to see him and tease him as he's wheeled around the grocery store. No longer a boss but a whimpering, whining, powerless baby to be coddled and babysat by people he used to look down on.

Yes, Colt would have a fun time making sure that Big Baby Brandon became a good little boy, never again to torment others or abuse his power. But Colt only had so much time to think on such an unworthy subject. After all, he had much more positive things in his life to think about. First and foremost of those things was Robbie, and how the sweet little guy would have to finally come out to complete his journey of acceptance. Colt knew that Robbie was almost there, and his heart swelled with happiness as the day of Robbie's outing dawned. He just knew that it would be a memorable day for the both of them, and his cock throbbed as he thought of all the possibilities.

"Better take care of this before I wake the baby," he said to himself, with a naughty grin. Colt grabbed his dripping cock and got to work.