Daily Free-Write March 27, 2021

Note: this is a work in progress. The complete chapter will be posted in the next few days. I hope you enjoy this little preview! -Champ

After such a terrible day, I slept surpisingly well. I woke up once again to hands cleaning my messy backside, and I almost smiled knowing that Tank was caring for me once again, but when I looked down, it was Billy there working on the mess between my legs.

My face must have registered my shock because he smiled a nasty grin and said, “Surprise, bitch! It’s me! Your big bro Billy. Aww, whatsa matter, didn’t you miss me?”

My mouth hung open. Where was Tank?!

“If you’re wondering where your Daddy is, he’s not here. I sent him home. It’s my turn, and we’re going to have oh so much fun today,” he said, though his eyes told me a very different story than his words. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I just shut my mouth and looked up at the ceiling as Billy continued cleaning me up. He was clearly an old pro at this and was soon taping me into yet another thick diaper, the crinkly padding forcing my legs apart and bulging out obscenely from my waist.

“There we go, diaper dork.” He said, patting the front of my diaper. “You’re all cleaned up and in a fresh diaper. I’ll bet you’re loving it already. Time for breakfast. And you know what you’re getting next, right? More formula! Mmm nummy.” He snickered as he brought the bottle up to my mouth. I was missing real food, but I did my best not to react top his teasing.

“Open up, baby. Or do I have to do it the hard way?”

I opened my mouth and allowed the nipple in, but that was all. I was determined to do the absolute minimum to go along with what he said.

“Well, go on, drink you big baby. Drink up!”

He shook the bottle and a few drops landed on my tongue. I slowly began to suck. He grew impatient and put his hand on my forehead. “Sleep…”

When I came to, I saw I was sucking on an empty bottle and my stomach felt full and bloated. He grinned and set it down. “Much better. Did you like your bottle?”

I nodded involuntarily.

“Aww… isn’t that adorable. And would you like another?”

Despite the fact that I was sure I couldn’t drink another drop, I found myself nodding again.

“Well, okay, then. We’ll give you one more bottle, baby Jimmy.”

He set the bottle down and picked up a full bottle, bringing it to my mouth like the last. I moaned slightly, as he stuck it in. “Such a hungry boy!” he said in his best baby-talk voice. “Drink up, Baby Jimmy,” he commanded. “Drink up so you can grow up big n strong like me!”

My body responded immediately to his command and took up the bottle, gulping down the contents regardless of my discomfort. While I drank my bottle, he turned toward the camera that was always trained on the bed and began to speak. I realized with a sinking feeling that he had been recording when I woke up from trance.

“Hey folks! A lot of you have been wondering what little Jimmy has been up to so I thought I’d share a little of our morning routine with you. He’s such a hungry boy! Did you see how he begged for another bottle? Well, don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

He patted my head and I wished I could swat his hand away but my hands were too busy holding onto the stupid baby bottle.

“We’re gonna feed him plenty of our special C.A.B.S. formula and make sure he packs on the baby fat so he’s cuddly soft. Isn’t that right Jimmy?”

I nodded as I drank up the thick creamy liquid. It was just like when this all started. Billy was controlling me using hypnotic suggestions. And no matter how I tried to resist, I just kept drinking down the bottle. Before I was finished, I could already feel the wet warmth against my hairless crotch as I began pissing my pamps, causing the material to swell up and turn yellow. My little peepee began to respond, pressing into the padding, and it took everything I had to keep from humping and mewling like a cat in heat as I suckled. I hated how good a wet diaper felt on my bits, and how comfortingly familiar that feeling had become.

“Aww, look! He’s using his diapees already! Good boy. We’ll check in on Jimmy in a little bit. He’s been having so much fun running around with his big Alpha Beta brothers. Most of us are still getting ready for Friday and our grand opening of the newly renovated Alpha Beta Delta Lambda house! It’s going to be a blast, so be there or be square! Catch ya later dudes and dudettes!”

I found myself sucking air as he turned back to me and took the bottle out of my hands. Then, he patted by back until I burped. After, my tummy felt less bloated, which was a relief.

“You’re being so obedient. It almost looks like you’re enjoying yourself!” I grimaced, aware that to an outsider, that was probably just how it appeared. “Surprised? Let me let you in on a little secret. I’m not a pushover like old Tank, and your passive resistance bullshit isn’t going to work with me. You’re going to be the Alpha Beta house baby, and I don’t really give a fuck how you feel about it, so from now on, you’re going to do as I say and act like the baby you are. Got it?”

I nodded slowly, my eyes wide in astonishment.

“Good. That’s more like it. Now, let’s pick an outfit.”

He left me sitting on the bed and I watched as he slid open the closet to reveal my extensive wardrobe once more. I was getting worried that I might not be able to psyche Billy out like I did Tank because Billy really didn’t seem to care about how I felt. Still, I wasn’t going to give in so easily. If anything, I was invigorated by the ‘fuck you’ energy I got from listening to that asshole speak. I just had to figure out what to do about it, and that was easier said than done.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he said looking into the closet and back at me with a wicked grin. “Gee I just don’t know. Should we go with the snapping shortalls, or the baby bunny outfit?”

After being paraded around campus in my diaper for the past couple days, I really didn’t care what he chose. I didn’t even look. I just sat there on the bed with my chin on my hand, looking bored.

“You know, I don’t really want to have to deal with any clothes,” he said. “I’m just going to go with a t-shirt and diaper. Makes changes easier. But you’re going to wear shoes – I’m not carrying your fat ass around everywhere like Tank does.”

I looked down at myself. I had put on a little pudge thanks to all the formula they were feeding me. But I wasn’t really fat, was I? I was looking down at my belly now and poking it. The abs were still there, but not quite as easy to make out under the thin layer of baby fat.

“Yeah, yeah, get over it, lardass,” he said. “Arms up.”

I put my arms up, slightly annoyed that I had let him get to me. I guess a lifetime of bullying others gave him some special talent for getting under peoples’ skin. He puled the T-Shirt down over my head and I found that it stopped just above my belly button.

“And here are your shoes,” he said, holding up a pair of bright blue tennis shoes with a green accent, yellow lining, and a red strap across the top. “Aren’t you a lucky boy? They’re so colorful and they have Velcro on the tops so even a doofus like you can put them on and take them off. Well, maybe when you get those mitts off.”

He roughly pulled socks and shoes over my feet, causing me to wince a bit, then grabbed me by the mitt and pulled me over to the mirror, making me stumble as I adjusted to walking in the bulky diapers. I didn’t want to look but he grabbed my chin and made me look. I saw myself in some very thick space diapers, colorful Velcro shoes, and a bright blue shirt with cartoon versions of the pamper pals holding a sign that said “Diaper Loading…” on the front. I looked every bit the baby boy, right down to the dimples around my knees where there was just a little more baby fat than there had been a few days before. I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care anymore, but it still shocked me to see just how babyish I looked.

“Come on diaper dork,” he said, grabbing hold of my mitt and yanking me toward the stairs. I was afraid I would fall down and nearly did when I slipped on the last step and landed on my tush. Luckily my padded butt and mitted hands broke my fall, but it still hurt. I winced and rubbed my tailbone through my diaper, letting out an involuntary whimper. This was where Tank would have scooped me up and checked me for booboos and kissed me until I felt better, but I wasn’t with Tank.

“Get up, you wuss.” said Billy, crossing his arms and scoffing. “Come on, I don’t have all day.”

He grabbed the stroller and brought it out front, then told me to sit, strapping me in. The stroller felt empty without Theo – he hadn’t been there when I woke up, I realized. Where was he? Oh well, I didn’t care, I told myself. Even though deep down I really missed that bear.

The walk to school had none of the explanations or chatter I had become accustomed to from Tank. It was pretty much just point A to point B until we got to campus. Then, in the middle of the quad, he stopped to give me a very public diaper check.

“Well boys and girls, we’re back on campus with little baby Jimmy. A lot has happened since we last saw him. Little jimmy here has been to C.A.B.S. for his diagnosis and his treatment is already well underway. In fact, he just had his first day at class yesterday! Isn’t that right, little Jimmy?”

I nodded.

“And have they taken good care of you? Are you having fun being a little boy?”

I nodded again, wishing I could just hide.

“Aww. He’s just so stinkin’ cute, isn’t he? Let’s go ahead and check his diaper and make sure he’s going to last through classes this morning…”

I gasped as two fingers invaded the leg hole of my diaper, tickling my thigh and causing me to squirm at the disconcerting feeling.

“Nnnnope, not a chance. Looks like he’s going to need a change pronto. I don’t think anyone will mind if we change him right here in the quad, will they?”

My eyes went wide with shock, and I shook my head. Oh god please no, I thought. But the camera wasn’t on me anymore. The camera was trained on Billy and he was painting a very different picture for the audience.

“We’ll set up a good angle for the change so you can see this adorable stinker from head to toe as he gets his fresh diapee on. You should see how happy he is after his change. By the way if any of you out there feel like you may have an inner need to be babied, C.A.B.S. is always taking applications! All you have to do is walk in for a consultation and you could improve your quality of life. And it’s all free to students! Here’s hoping a few of you can come and join the fun so we can find Jimmy some more playmates!”

I hoped to god that no one came on account of me. I heard him open up the diaper bag and pull out something, then I watched him spread out a changing pad in the middle of the grass on the quad. This was going to be a long day.

-Written by Champ