Daily Free-Write September 11, 2020

Based off a post I put up on twitter:  https://twitter.com/ChampTehOtter/status/1280178018065936384?s=20 

The original mini story said:

You are demoted to permanent bany statys by a Daddy who hires your friends to abysit you and keep you in line. 

"Sorry kiddo, but I'm not helping you get out of baby treatment. The money's too good! Now open up for the airplane!" 

So there I was tied to a high chair in nothing but a diaper staring back at one of my best friends as they brought the big spoon of mush toward my mouth.

"Hey! Come on, dude! This isn't funny! Let me out!" 

"No can do, kiddo! Your new Daddy is paying everyone a lot of money to look after you and I don't wanna be the one that screws it up." 

"But Brady! I don't wanna be a baby!"

"Open up for the airplane, little boy! Don't make me tell your Daddy you've been bad!"

"Ple- glurk!"

My pleas were cut off by the rapid descent of the spoon into my mouth, followed immediately by the terrible taste of mashed peas.

"Eeeyuk!" I said, sticking out my tongue. 

But he was already scooping up the next batch.

"Open wide, little guy!" I turned my head and the spoon glanced off my cheek, splattering green mush on my bib and face. 

"Uh oh! We have a messy eater on our hands! Well, that's okay. There's plenty more where that came from, and I'm not gonna stop feeding you til your tummy is nice and full, so you better stop fussing and eat up, or am I gonna have to give you a spanking too?" 

No matter how I fought, the food just kept coming, and by the end of my feeding I was a miserable mess. My belly felt like it had grown three sizes over the course of the feeding, and to my embarrassment my diaper felt squishy like I had peed myself during this horrible ordeal. 

This was my life now. On any given day while Daddy was at work, one of my friends would be there look after the 'baby' and make sure I stayed out of trouble. 

"Okay kiddo," he said, as he cleaned up my face. I think it's time for your nap. Now I'm gonna untie you and put in your paci and you better not spit it out or you're getting a spanking! 

Of course, I spat out my pacifier right away.

"I'm not a baby!" I yelled,my face growing hot.

Brady sighed. 

"Alright, kiddo. I guess it'll be a spanking first, then." 

He picked me up and and carried me to the bedroom, kicking and screaming the whole way. He just let me do it until I wore myself out, and then flipped me on my belly and pulled down the back of my diaper. 

"Hate to do this to you, buddy but you leave me no choice. The sooner you accept your place, the better it will be for you." 

I was soon secured in my crib, and my mobile was turned on. 

"Nighty night, little one! Sweet dreams!" 

He gave me a little squeeze and pat on the front of my diaper and left me there to rest. I could hear him on the phone as soon as he shut the door.

"Yeah, I just put him down for his nap. No, he's being very fussy today, I had to give him a spanking. Yeah, he tried to get me to let him out, and of course I said no. Looks like he still thinks he's a big boy. Haha, I know, right? Well, here's hoping he learns quickly. You know I hate to punish the little guy. Okay, Mr. B. You got it. I'll change him after his nap. See you in a bit." 

It had been just a week since my neighbor decided to adopt me and demote me to baby status and in that time, pretty much every one in my small group of friends had  a turn babysitting me. Not a single one of them was willing to let me get out of my baby treatment. In fact, they all seemed charmed by Daddy. Over the weekend they even got together at Daddy's house, and it was almost be like old times except I was on the floor in a thick diaper playing with blocks while everyone else got to enjoy themselves. 

It just wasn't fair! I sucked on my binky and hmphed, feeling myself slowly slipping into a food coma. I'd show them who the baby was. Right after my nap.