Daily Free-Write August 28, 2020

Another free-write from last month that needed to be put up. I hope you enjoy it!

You literally pooped your brains out. It started with your boyfriend suggesting you switch from boxer briefs to briefs. White briefs with red piping and waistband. It was a bit childish but he seemed to find it so sexy, it became exciting. Then he started doing little things here and there that made you feel like a kid - ruffling your hair. Telling you it was time for a nap when you got cranky in the afternoon, asking if you went potty before you went to sleep. Then came the rules. You had a bad habit of staying up til 4 in the morning online. Suddenly you had a bedtime. You have one hangover, no more alcohol. The doctor tells you to cut back on soda, and who is there but your boyfriend. You hadn't needed someone to take you to the doctor since you were a kid! And you could guess what fizzy drink you would no longer be allowed to have. 

It's obvious where this is going. Somehow or other, you slipped up and wet the bed. That's when it really hit the fan. Your boyfriend was raging mad. Or at least he acted like it - but he couldn't hide the raging erection in his underwear as he stood over you glowering. And that's when he said the word. The dreaded 'd' word. He was going to put you back into diapers!

Nuh uh! No way! You protested but he just picked you up and plopped you in the shower. He turned on the water and you yelped as the cold water hit you before it began to warm up. That oughtta cool you off, he said. You were told to get cleaned up while he took care of your mess, and that shut you up. You were mortified. When you came out, he was ready, sitting on the bed, he pointed to the floor in front of him. You knew what was coming. This wasn't your first spanking from him, sadly. After a good dressing down, he pulled you over his lap and got the spanking of a lifetime. Don't. You. Ever. Say. No. To. Daddy. Again. Am. I. Understood? 

Crystal clear. You wanted to object to the word Daddy but you knew better than to pipe up right then. Y-yes!

Yes Daddy.

Y-yes d-d-daddy!

That's better. He set your sniffling butt on the bed and told you not to move. He soon came back with a pack of diapers that looked like they were made for overgrown toddlers. They would have been unbelievably cute in any other situation. You felt your face burn bright red. He pushed you onto your back, and began to rip open the bag. You could hear the crinkle as he took one of the incredibly thick garments out of the bag. Your heart raced. Was this really happening?

He lifted you up by the ankles, and slid the diaper under you, then lifted you again and rubbed oil all over your butt and bits. You would have been standing hard at attention in any other situation with such attention paid to your privates, but right now your member was well hidden inside its sheath.

Then you felt it. A poking at the entrance to your tail hole. You knew he wouldn't be able to leave that hard on unattended forever - it hadn't gone down since he woke up and saw what you had done. What followed was the most aggressive and animalistic fuck you had ever had. He finished inside you with a roar of dominance, and pulled out. Your tried to close your hole quickly but felt a bit of warm goo dripping out after him. He powdered and diapered you up after that. You tried to protest, knowing that you couldn't hold his cum in for long, but he just silenced you with a pacifier. You were going to be in diapers, so you might as well use them, he said.

He then took you to the computer room and showed you a website that looked like an adult version of babies r us. He said you could either help him pick out your new nursery, or he would do it himself, and I would have to live with what he chose. So you helped. You picked a blue crib, he picked a rocking horse with bondage restraints. You picked a red changing table, he picked three cases of diapers. It went on like that. You couldn't believe you were participating in your baby treatment - actually helping him choose a nursery! But you had little choice. You loved him, and didn't want to leave.

If only you had known just how little choice you would have later on, you might have left right then and there. But you stayed. And with each additional humiliating demotion to babyhood you were a step further from ever being able to grow up again. 

Now you live as a full time baby. You are supervised or restrained at all times. You wear diapers and babyish clothing 24/7 - at home or outside. Outside you only travel by stoller or carseat and inside you are always confined to a small area like the playpen, crib, or blankie - that is when you're not stuck in a chair like your high chair, bouncer, or walker. You doubt you could walk very far on your own at this point.  

You are fed formula, milk, and baby food. Your diapers are changed by daddy or any other adults who are entrusted with the task. You even have a baby sitter when he's away. And no matter how much you beg or complain, Daddy and the other grown ups just chuckle and ruffle your hair. Tell you what a silly boy you are. You're not ready to grow up. You never will be. You're just a sweet cub and that's how you'll be forever from now on.