Daily Free-Write May 7, 2021: Granny Grabbed Pt. 9

Continuation of Daily Free-Write March 8, 2021, "Granny Grabbed Pt. 8"

As Daddy Carried the exhausted Davey back into the Nursery, Violet woke up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"unh… what's wrong Daddy?" she asked.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, sweetheart," he said softly, as he laid Davey back down into his crib.

"Okay…" she mumbled, and promptly rolled over and fell back asleep.

Daddy smiled and booped Davey's nose, chiding him again for being such a silly boy and thinking he could get away. Daddy didn't even lock him in because Daddy didn't need to lock him in. “Unless that’s what you’re into…” he said, with a cheeky grin.

"Well...," said Davey, looking away and blushing.

Daddy smiled and said, “Would you feel better if you were locked in?”

Davey thought about it… at least if he was secured, he could blame the crib for his captivity. Maybe he wouldn't feel so impotent, with escape so tantalizingly close yet unreachable. He reluctantly nodded, giving Daddy a shamefaced look. "U-uh huh."

"Aw, that's so cute." cooed Daddy, absolutely smitten with the big little guy in front of him asking to be locked down for the night.  "Okay little one we’ll lock you in nice n tight."

Daddy laid a heavy weighted blanket over Davey, that kept the exhausted boy from sitting up, then he folded over the bars on the side of the crib, which pulled another set of bars out from underneath so that he could secure the top of the crib with rails to prevent any tot from escaping. With a final click, Davey was secured for the night. Daddy blew him a kiss and walked off, bringing sentinel to heel as David squirmed and humped against the new pressure from the weighted blanket until sleep took him.

"Told you," Violet said softly as the last dregs of consciousness left Davey. And then, he was fast asleep.

*****

The dome of the nursery was bright, the air crisp, and the digital birds were chirping as Violet awoke and stretched. It was the same routine she had every morning, only this morning felt much more exciting, because this morning, there was someone new with her. Her new little brother, Davey. The guy she'd crushed on for years and never had the courage to tell. Violet could see that a full continental breakfast was laid out in the nursery in chafing dishes for when Daddy came to greet them. Her tummy growled, but she knew better than to get out of her crib on her own. Not while she was training with Davey. She sighed. It was a big depressing being back to square one again. Sure, being a baby had its benefits, but it certainly did have a lot of boring lulls as well.

She thought about the past month. She really hadn't been a captive that long, though she didn't have a calendar to measure the days. She was sure it was no more than three or four weeks since that day at the shopping mall. She wondered how her friends were doing - if they'd recovered from the brain melter or not. She felt bad that she hadn't been able to keep her promise of visiting every day and only hoped Jeff and Dane were alright, but the truth was, she'd probably never know.

Her morose thoughts were interrupted as her charismatic Daddy strolled in the room and her heart leapt immediately.

"Daddy!" she squealed, but he held his finger up to his lips and shushed her.

"Shhh, looks like the little one is still asleep."

"Why is he locked in, Daddy? Is Davey in trouble?"

"I think he likes being locked up. Did you know he asked for me to lock him in last night?"

"No, Daddy, I didn't... Oh, Daddy he tried to escape, didn't he? I swear I told him not to..."

"Shh, I know, honey. I saw the whole thing myself. Davey had to learn for himself, that's all. I'm sure he'll be a good boy from now on. Right?"

Violet was a little chilled by those words, knowing that she was partially responsible for her little brother's behavior from now on. But those feelings were soon washed away as Daddy helped her out of the crib and carried her over to the changing table for a much needed change.

"There we are, princess. Fresh as a daisy. Now let's get your little brother up and onto the table. Do you think he'll wake up in the crib, on the table, or in the high chair? Place your bets now!"

Violet giggled. "Oh Daddy, you do love your betting games don't you?"

He just smiled and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, 'who do you take me for? Of course I love my little games!'

"Alright, then..." she said. "I bet he'll wake up...." she paused and gave her little brother an appraising look. "On the changing table," she said, nodding. "And if I'm right, I want some of that continental breakfast over there."

"And what will you wager?" asked Daddy, smiling. This was the part he loved.

"I'll wager... uh... um... I'll wager... a week of evenings in the red room."

"Oh you will, will you?" asked Daddy, with a wolfish smile. "Alright then. I bet he'll wake up in the chair, and if I win, I get to eat all the desserts this week to myself. And if I lose, I'll still get to eat all the desserts myself because I'm Daddy."

"Daddy," cried Violet as Daddy just smirked. "That's totally not fair."

"Who said I have to play fair, baby girl?" he asked. "I certainly didn't play fair when I distracted you at the mall so Granny could grab your key, now did I?"

Violet scoffed. "You did that?" she squeaked. That was right. He was the man she saw at the mall. So that's how Granny got her key. It must have been planned. "But... why? How?"

"Well, I could say it was random," said Daddy. "But it wasn't. Let's just say that we don't want to leave any loose ends when it comes to what's happening with Brain Melter."

"W-why are you telling me this?" asked Violet, taken aback by both the revelation and its frankness.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but who are you gonna tell? You're mine now, sweetie, just like you wanted. And I know you wanted me when you saw me."

Violet blushed. It was true, but why did Daddy have to sound like such a creep when he said it? The fact that he was right just rubbed salt in the wound. Daddy was such an asshole. A sexy, stupid asshole.

"Now let's get your brother out of that diaper before he turns into a pickle, shall we?"

Davey woke up mid-change, groggy at first, then his eyes suddenly going wide as he realized where he was. But he was strapped securely down to the table so there was nowhere for the panicked boy to go as he sorted out the recollection of where he was and what he was doing there in his momentarily jumbled mind.

"Ha! I win, Daddy!"

"That you do, darling, that you do. It's a good thing we skipped your powder this morning, isn't it?" he said with a wink and suddenly Violet knew that this too had been part of Daddy's plan. "A little reward for finding us the perfect little brother to complete our little family."

Davey stared at Violet with sad eyes. He didn't know whether to feel grateful or curse her, but he would have all the time he needed to decide on that. In his new life as an infant, time and diapers were the two things that were never in short supply.

Breakfast was delicious. At least it looked delicious from Davey's vantage in the highchair. And Daddy had strapped him down with even more straps than before so he couldn't move an inch as he sat there. He drooled as Daddy piled his plate high with delicious foods. Fruit, pastries, salad, soft boiled eggs, yogurt, and granola. Violet followed suit, even daring to grab a coffee to go with her croissant and fruits.

"Ah, ah, ah," said Daddy, taking away her mug. "Not for little girls."

Violet pouted at this but secretly loved to hear the word 'no', particularly from Daddy. "Worth a try," she said with a shrug, then opted for a sippy cup of orange juice instead, only to blush as Daddy took her plate and began cutting up her food for her at the breakfast table.

"Gotta make sure my little girl has easy little bites," he said with a grin.

This caused Violet to wince as her little weewee tried and failed to get hard in its cage. He pointed to the high chair. She bit her lip and nodded, sitting down gingerly, one might say daintily, in her high chair to avoid crushing her turgid bits.  Why did Daddy have to be so stupid hot?

Meanwhile, Davey was stuck with more formula and mush. He was allowed to feed himself the bottle but the mush would have to wait until Violet was finished with her breakfast, which Daddy fed to the blushing sissy between bites of his own food. Davey wasn't in any hurry though. He might be living like a baby, but he certainly wasn't about to get excited over the bland and boring food on the menu.

Eventually, though, it was his turn, and Daddy made it fun as he airplaned and choo-choo'd the food right into his mouth. Davey giggled during all of this despite himself, and it took a fit of giggles and uncontrollable wetting for him to realize that the milk he'd drunk was drugged. Or maybe it was the baby powder. Whatever it was, he could feel the effects of the diaper drug that Gran-Gran was so fond of take hold of his mind as he began to slip into a blissful state of babyhood, not too much unlike the long-term effects of brain-melter. Before he knew it, his face was already being wiped clean and Daddy was dressing them for daycare, which involved a cute blue vinyl romper for violet, and nothing at all for Davey save his diaper, booties, and mitts. Somehow this made him feel more naked than if he were actually naked, and he dreaded showing up at the nursery exposed like that.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby boy? Oh, I know. You're not feeling comfortable out of your restraints, huh? Not ready for that kind of control yet? No worries, little guy. I have just what you need." Waiting by the red pull-wagon was an oversized baby carrier sized just for Davey. His eyes boggled at the sight and his erection sprang straight ahead, pointing out the way to his next place of confinement. Somehow he wanted and needed this. He could feel his blood rushing as Daddy strapped him into the padded seating, once again leaving him immobile in his diaper with his legs spread wide. A difficult position to hump from, not that he didn't try. Mercifully for the seminude and fully humiliated man, the staff was still remaining hidden, though he knew it would only be a matter of time before that little accommodation ended. Into the car they went, headed right back to Granny's nursery, where they knew Melrose would be waiting for another 'fun' day of irreversible diaper training.