Daily Free-Write January 10, 2021

Continued from October 11, 2020 "The Baby Patrol" 

"This is stupid," said Brad as he sat in the tub, his back being scrubbed by his older brother Ted. His butt was still sore from his spanking the night before.

"Just be glad you weren't sent to one of the daycare centers to stay," said Ted, as he dutifully applied more soap to the bath sponge and worked his way down. 

"Hey! No! Not there!" said Brad, covering his privates. "I'll do that part." 

Ted just smacked his thigh. You remember what the captain of the baby patrol said when they came to install your crib. You're just a baby and you don't get to be modest. Hands behind your back. From now on I don't want to see those hands go below your belly button. Got it?" 

Brad whined and put his hands behind his back. 

Ted grabbed him by the chin and made Brad look at him.

"This is not a game, do you understand? If you don't get with the program, you might end up in a criminal correction center or worse! This happened because you stayed up past curfew when I explicitly told you to go to bed on time. I'm saving your butt here so don't give me a hard time about this. Speaking of butt, that's next."

Brad groaned in humiliation as his brother cleaned his nethers first between his legs, and then around to his bum. 

"All done, baby brother," said Ted. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" 

Brad just crossed his arms and huffed. 

"Alright, alright, sour puss. Off we go. there's some fresh diapers waiting for you on the automated changing table."

Brad stood his brother up, brought the towel over, smacked his hand away when he tried to towel himself off. 

"Ah ah ah! You don't get to do that, I do." 

"What exactly do I get to use my hands for, then?" asked Brad as he was towelled off head to toe. 

"Nothing," said Ted. In fact, that's gives me a good idea. "Artie?" 

"What's up bud?" came the voice of Dash, Ted's favorite pawsome squad hero. A smiling pup appeared projected in 3D. It was the all-powerful A.I.'s way of relating to the two brothers - probably because of how much Ted watched Pawsome squad.

"Order baby mitts for my baby brother." 

"On the way! It'll be there in a flash!" 

And it literally would. With replicator technology, they could order anything - provided the A.I. allowed it. 

"Anything else?" 

"Breakfast for me and a baby breakfast for my little bro." 

"They'll be waiting for ya. Have a good day at Daycare, Brad!" The dog winked and disappeared.

"Daycare?!" asked Brad, hardly believing his ears. 

Ted tugged Brad toward his bedroom turned nursery. "Yes, Daycare. I have training to go to, since I got the offer to join the Baby Patrol, and you've got training as well. You're gonna be this way for at least a month so you'd better get used to it!" 

Dash appeared as they entered the nursery and chimed in as well. "Daycare provides optimum socialization for baby humans, and ensures they are supervised while their caretakers are away. We just want to keep you safe and happy, Brad." 

"But I don't wanna be a baby!" whined Brad, as they neared the changing table. 

Ted just shook his head, "Well, then you should have thought of that before you broke the rules! Now, up on the changing table. Up you go! 

He pulled a strap over Brad's chest and let the A.I. do the rest of the work, selecting the perfect diaper for Brad. 

"Optimum thickness - heavy dayweight diaper. Disposable. Design #2321b transport vehicles." A window below the changing table flashed for a second, and Brad opened it to grab a freshly replicated diaper for his little bro. 

"Oh, what's this?" he pulled out a pair of baby blue fleece mitts, fingerless and designed to keep Brad's hands immobile. On the back of each was a baby elephant in a diaper, smiling up with big cute eyes. 

"Oh, these are adorable! Let's put these on first!" he exclaimed.

"No way!" yelled Brad, struggling to get at the strap which was secured below where he could reach. Unfortunately for him, with his arms pinned to his sides there wasn't much he could do to prevent his brother from sliding them on and tighening the Velcro straps. They were puffy, and he realised he couldn't be able to feel anything, much less manipulate anything with his hands.

He continued to struggle on the table as Brad prepared the diaper until he got a smack on the thigh.

"Calm down!" said Ted. "Unless you want to spend your days strapped down in your crib with a pacifier in your mouth!" 

They had both seen the informative and mandatory educational videos that educated citizens on how to be good and what happened when they were naughty. Still, Brad wasn't yet willing to fully accept that this was happening to *him*. Regardless of his defiance, he stopped and let his brother do what needed to be done.

"That's better," said Ted, lifting Brad's legs up by the ankles and sliding the thick diaper underneath. Amazingly, the replicator had also added several stuffers which would expand and make the diaper even thicker as it was used. 

The thick plastic crinkled beneath Brad, making him blush as his brother proceeded to touch him in his most private areas once more, slathering oil on every bit of his diaper-are. There was nothing sexual about it. If there were it might have been better. At least sex was something adults had. No, Ted didn't seem to see his twigs and berries as private parts at all. He just went through the motions with care and efficiency. Brad yelped as his brother's hands went over his butthole. 

"Heyy! Watch it!" Brad said, his face bright red and his voice cracking.

"You better get used to it, kid. I'm gonna be diapering you a lot from now on."

Ted grabbed the baby powder and shook it over the diaper. Brad's butt was lowered back down and more baby powder followed, dusting his crotch white.

"That hair's got to go," said Ted, noting the hygeine issues of Brad's pubic hair. Brad was mortified. 

"No! Why?"

Dash appeared again to answer the query. "Anyone who wears diapers should be kept hairless down there for hygeinic purposes. It's easier to clean and reduces bacteria and the chance of diaper rash. Not to worry, hair removal is part of the intake process at your local daycare."

"Removal?" gulped Brad, wondering just how this would be done. "But... it'll grow back, right?"

The pup just laughed and shook his head.

"Nope! It'll be gone for good. It's more efficient that way, and will serve as a reminder later so you think twice before breaking any rules again." 

"I hate you." said Brad, scowling at the little pup. 

"I love every citizen," said Dash, smiling back. "You are all my children, and I know that children sometimes say nasty things when they're cranky. That's okay. As long as you're safe and happy. And you will be. Sooner than you think."

The pup winked and flashed out of existence.

Brad shuddered at this. That was not the voice of Dash the heropup from Pawsome Squad. That was the A.I. speaking directly to him. It was more than a little unsettling. He looked at his brother who was stepping back to admire his handiwork. While Brad had been distracted, Ted managed to tape up his diapers. Dump trucks, cars, and construction vehicles motored across the little roads crisscrossing his diapers.

"You are too cute, little bro," said Ted, smiling. "I was gonna put you in overalls but I just can't cover this up. It's going to be just a T-Shirt for you!" 

Brad frowned as his brother brought over a bright red t-shirt with a teddy bear on the front. 

"Arms up!" 

Brad did as he was told and the shirt came down over his head. It barely reached his belly button, and there was no chance it would hid his thick diaper. 

"Oh come on, does it have to be so babyish?" he complained. 

Ted put his hand on his brother's shoulder and met his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Brad. I really am. I don't want this any more than you, but if I don't do this all the way, someone else will. And I won't be able to do anything to protect you. So for your sake, and mine, try to be a good boy for me, will you?"

Brad just looked down and pouted. He didn't want to feel guilty but he kinda did. He could blame his brother, or the Baby Patrol, or anyone else, but in the end he brought this on himself. Some part of him knew this. A very tiny part. But he knew.

"Okay kiddo, let's hurry up then. I can't be late for training and you can't be late for daycare!"