Daily Free-Write June 25, 2020: Locked and Padded

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You wake up confused. Where are you? What is that soft feeling pressing against your whole body? You try to move your arms and you can't. Something is putting gentle pressure on your wrists and ankles, like bracelets or... cuffs... You try to speak and all that comes out is a muffled noise, stopped by some small flexible rubber object filling your mouth.

You wiggle some more and you realize you feel a warm wetness between your legs. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you begin to make out the dim shapes of bars around you. Of something akin to a sleeping bag - puffy, all around your body. You hear the crinkle and you stop. You move experimentally. Stop. It's the mattress. And more than that... Wiggle wiggle *crinkle*. It's YOU!

You begin to panic. What's going on? You suckle on the rubber teat to calm down. You try to think. Where were you last night? You were... you were... going to take a hit off of Pete's joint. That's right. You were at an acquaintance's house. A friend of a friend's. And he passed you a joint... He called it something as you took the hit and things began to get dim... dumb... baby smoke?"

The light turns on, momentarily blinding you.

"Well well well, welcome back, little baby. Don't you look as snug as a bug in a rug?"

It's Pete! 'What the fuck, Pete?' you want to say, but the pacifier gag stops the words from ever reaching your lips. Pete reaches down at your thick clothing that feels like a snowsuit and you can feel and hear snaps unsnapping at your crotch. *Snap* *Snap* *Snap*. Your eyes bulge as two fingers shove into what can only be a soggy diaper and brush your little bits.

"Mmmff!!"

"Aww, is the little one getting fussy? That's ok, sweetie. I know what you need. It's time for a change and a big baba!"

You shake your head as you're easily lifted and realize that they have released your bonds. You try to struggle but you feel so weak. It looks like you're just squirming like a baby as you're carried over to a big padded changing table and plopped down on your back with a FWOOMP.

You fuss and whine and eventually attract the attention of someone else. A female voice.

"What the heck is going on in here?"

Oh thank goodness, it's Pete's girlfriend, Nessa. She'll help you. Pete speaks up.

"Just taking care of the new baby. It seems they don't quite realize that they're a baby now."

"Awww, it's okay, cutie," Nessa says, smiling and petting your hair. "Mommy and Daddy will make sure you have the best home now that you're with us. We're so glad you took the joint we gave you. That'll make things so much easier."

You shake your head vehemently and the two look at each other and frown.

"Don't believe me, sweetie?" asks Nessa. "Petey, go ahead and take out their paci so they can try to speak."

As soon as the paci is out you yell at them asking what in the hell they think they're doing but to your horror, you just drool instead and nothing comes out but confused baby babble.

"Aww, it's okay, sweetie," says Pete, wiping your face with his cloth. "Pacis do that to babies sometimes. We'll let you have it back soon enough. But first it's time for your change! You're much too dumb to keep your pants dry now. You're just a dumb baby who can't even speak. And that's exactly how we like you. Why don't you take another hit?"