    Twisted Fate

    Summary: Brendon gets put into diapers as a result of dong lots of
    stupid stuff.

    How could they have done this to me? I was only having a little fun. I
    don't know why they have such a problem with me playing jokes on
    people. They did not have a problem when I told them I was gay. Now I
    cannot see my boyfriend and if they invite him over it is just to make
    fun of me even more.

    Let me start from the beginning so you know exactly who I am and
    everything that made me to the point of being nothing more than a 19-
    year-old baby treated like an 18-month-old baby.

    Hi, I am a 19 year old guy who has been treated like a baby for the
    past two years. At the time this started I was not very big for my age
    at the age of 17. I was only five foot one inch and weighed 100 lbs. I
    had little body hair, which I made disappear as fast as it would grow.
    Ever since I played a joke on the school principal. The joke was not
    really a big deal. See, I am very smart and I hacked into the school’s
    mainframe and changed all of the grades for every student in the
    school. The smart kids failed but the dumb kids were passing. I would
    not have been caught if I would have changed my own grades also. So it
    was very easy. Actually, they did not have good security on the whole
    system.

    This was the last straw. See, I used to hack into the school computers
    all the time to get the answers to the tests for the weeks to come and
    sell the answers. Hey, it was a good business. It’s not like I needed
    the answers. But the school had seen it differently.

    Back to the problem at hand. It probably would not have been that big
    of a deal had I not changed the grades of the seniors before the grades
    got transferred to the local colleges looking into getting the kids to
    come to their schools. My parents said I had ruined their chances to go
    to good schools.

    The school managed to call my parents in only a few hours after I
    finished the last grade changes. Then it came over the intercom over:

    "BRENDON BILLINGS! PLEASE COME TO THE MAIN OFFICE AND BRING ALL YOUR
    STUFF!"

    I was terrified and almost pissed myself right there. As I walked down
    the hallway I was passing teacher after teacher. All were giving me the
    look of death. As I neared the office door I could hear my father
    yelling. I knew I was in deep. He is the head of a really big company
    and never comes to the school when a problem happens. He once told my
    mother that it was his job to deal with raising me and it was his job
    to supplement the money to do it.

    As I walked in all talking stopped. Everyone turned to me and I could
    read the faces. My mother’s face was red and tear-stripped. My father’s
    face was red with anger. Mr. Preston’s face was blank of expression.

    "Brendon you need to go into Mr. Preston’s office, and make sure you
    tell the truth; it’s going to be easier," said my father with a tone
    that told me to do it as fast as possible and to make sure I told the
    truth the first time or else.

    "Brendon, did you or did you not hack into the school computers this
    morning and change the grades of every child in the school?"

    "Yes, I did, Mr. Preston; it was only a joke," I said with tears in my
    eyes. Usually no one was ever this mad. I did not mean to harm anyone,
    honest.”

    "Well, you have screwed so many kids out of good educations because as
    you were doing that, colleges were in the process of uploading grades
    of all our seniors. From local colleges to a few who were going to
    Princeton and Yale. Now I have to be the one to call all these kids
    down here and tell them that not only are they not going to be able to
    go to the colleges of their choice but now they are going to have to
    wait to see if I can get this fixed and call those colleges and fix the
    mess you seemed to think that was funny to create. You are expelled
    from this school and I will make sure you will never step foot into a
    college that has any connection to me. Now go make sure your locker is
    devoid of any evidence of you, and get out of my school NOW!!!!"

    That was the last I could take I was just expelled from school. This
    was not supposed to go this far. I broke into tears.

    "YOU WILL STOP BEHAVING LIKE A BABY OR I WILL SHOW YOU EXACTLY HOW I
    INTEND ON DEALING WITH YOUR BEHAVIOR!" was the response of my father.
    but I continued to cry because I was devastated.

    The next thing I knew I had my pants and brand new Calvin Klein thong.
    With in second of that happening my father was giving me the very first
    but not the last bare-butt spanking I have ever gotten. It hurt so bad
    it only made me cry even worse.

    "I see no need to prolong the punishment your mother has been trying to
    talk me into for the past four or five months," announced my father.

    "John, I think we should wait. I did not bring anything with us," said
    my mother.

    "OOHH, I TOOK CARE OF THAT! GO IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR NOW!"

    Within five minutes my mother returned with a bag that had me guessing
    what was in it. It looked like a baby’s diaper bag. As she put it down
    my father unzipped it and started unloading everything. I sat there in
    shock because of the stuff that was unloading in front of me.

    Twisted Fate 2

    There it was in front of him-- a diaper bag with all the stuff that you
    would use on a baby. There were diapers, wipes, lotion and powder, and
    a pacifier. I was shocked and did not know what to do or say so I just
    started to sob even harder. My father grabbed me and laid me down and
    ripped my thong off and handed it to the principal.

    "Throw that crap away; he will not be needing that for a long time, if
    ever."

    As I lay there he put powder all over my hairless crotch (due to how I
    kept myself clean and shaved) and lifted my legs up and slid the diaper
    under me and taped it up. As he stood me up I was in shock. I was
    standing in the middle of my school office in only a diaper and a small
    t-shirt.

    "Dad, can I have my pants?"

    "No you may not. You want to act like a 1-year-old with that crying and
    the way you behave. You have no regard for other people’s feelings;
    that is just how a baby acts. This is the beginning of your punishment,
    so don’t push me any further because it will get worse. Now you will go
    clean your locker out and make it look like you were never there!"

    I was torn with not moving and going to my locker and doing as my
    father had just told me because I was so afraid I had never seen him
    angry or even deal with me in anyway other then good morning. On the
    other hand I was terrified because I was going to have to walk through
    my school in only a t-shirt and a baby diaper. That is when I heard the
    second-worst sound.

    * RING! RING! RING! *

    The bell telling everyone it was time to change classes. I thought this
    would hold my parents off for a moment, and then it happened. My father
    grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the office and up to my
    locker. I was so terrified that I started peeing in my diaper with out
    realizing it. All the kids stopped and were watching me being dragged
    by my father in my now obviously wet diaper. Everyone stood and stared
    some laughed because now they had another reason to pick on me besides
    being the gay kid in school.

    My father walked to my locker and demanded the combination. So I gave
    it to him as he opened my locker. You could have heard a pin drop when
    pictures of naked men falling out of my locker. He then picked it all
    up and proceeded to put it all in my book bag. You would have thought
    this happens all the time. That is when Brad walked up and stood there
    staring at me in complete shock (side note, Brad is my boyfriend of
    three weeks. he has been my friend for about two years.)

    "What the hell is this?! What’s going on?" Brad said, walking towards
    me.

    "This is none of your business, Brad, so I would appreciate it if you
    would just leave and go to your next class before Brandon's punishment
    gets even worse."

    "You can not do this to him. This is abuse. You know my father is a cop
    and I will call him and have him do whatever it takes, even taking him
    to live with us."

    "You will do nothing of the sort. He either deals with this or comes up
    on criminal charges for what he has done with hacking into the school's
    computers. If you care about him and love him like you say you do then
    you will allow him to take his punishment from us and keep him out of
    jail where he will find another boyfriend, but one that does not love
    him."

    "How far are you planning on going with this, sir?"

    "He will be treated as he acts. He has been acting like a 1-year-old
    with all the crying and getting into things that he does not belong in.
    so he is going to get the whole treatment. His mother already has his
    former nursery turned back into what it belongs to be. He will be
    sleeping in a crib and eating in a highchair, everything a baby does."

    At that point is when my mother walked up with what looked like an
    oversized stroller. At the sight of this everyone started laughing and
    I could not hold it any longer and started bawling my eyes out like the
    one-year-old I was obviously becoming. Brad could do nothing but hug me
    and tell me he would see what he could do and help in anyway he can
    find out.

    My mother walked up and put me in the stroller and my father grabbed
    all my stuff and they proceeded to push me out down the hallway. To a
    home I was not sure what I was sure I was not going to like.

    Twisted Fate 3

    How did I get this far? Sitting in an adult stroller being pushed down
    the hallway of my now ex-school sitting in a wet diaper. There was
    person after person. I knew in my accounts from school here and there
    watching me. I could only think how much worse this could get. I was
    soon to be shown just the extent of how far I had pushed my mother and
    even my father I had pushed my father to go along with this.

    As we exited the school the principal walked up and said. "I really
    hope this works for you and you can eventually come back to school when
    you are a big boy." This shocked me even more. How could this be fine
    with everyone, everyone except Brad? He was the one and only person in
    my world who seemed to be standing up for me. But that was probably
    coming to an end soon because now my parents were not going to allow me
    to see him ever again. I thought they loved me, I thought they were
    okay with me being gay and in love with Brad, I thought they were proud
    of me for being so smart. If they had only listened to me when I said
    that I wanted to go to a school that had harder stuff to work on.

    As we made it to the car I got another shock in the back of the van in
    full view of everyone sense my mother had not shut the door was an
    adult car seat. How had she gotten this how much worse could it get. As
    we approached the car I got even more nervous on how my parents far my
    parents were going to go with this little lesson they were trying to
    teach me.

    Without saying a word my father unstrapped me from the stroller and
    picked me up and put me in the car seat and strapped me in. "Dad where
    did you get this stuff why are you doing this to me."

    "You are not allowed to talk like an adult any longer. You have proved
    to everyone on this planet that you are not mature enough to act like a
    big boy. So from now on you will talk like a baby and if you don’t like
    that then you will get spankings just like your mother gave you when
    you were little. Only this time I will do them since you did not
    obviously take to your mother."

    That is when mom chimed in. "There are many rules to which you will
    learn when we get home. All your big-boy stuff by now has been taken
    out of the house. All those nasty videos and books you had of naked
    guys. Has been destroyed, your new room is by your father's and mine
    room. This has been in the works for a while, your father is the one
    who stopped me from doing this months ago."

    The rest of the ride home was in complete silence. This diaper was
    starting to irritate my skin. The normal 20-minute ride home seems like
    a million years when I was impending the torment of what I was about to
    endure. As we pulled up to the house I’d seen two or three trucks
    pulling out of our driveway. One of them had writing on them "ADULT
    BABY CLOTHES AND FURNITURE."

    I was to the point that I could not wait to get brought into the house
    and away from all this stuff. Maybe my parents are only trying to prove
    a point to me. That maybe it’s not really as bad as they are saying it
    is. Maybe they had those trucks sitting there for an added effect. Dad
    stopped the van and got out and came over to the side and opened the
    van unbuckled me picked me up with one swift movement and started
    walking towards the house. My mother was only a step behind. I looked
    over my fathers shoulder and could see the motherly smile she had on
    she had the look of pure love in her face. Something I could not
    understand.

    I then just realized that this was not a joke. It was totally serious
    they were going to go very far with this. I could not hold it back
    anymore I started crying hysterically. My father just patted my back
    and said. "Does baby need his diaper changed it seems like you have
    already showed us you need them. Huh, little man?" This did not help
    the situation at all. As we walked in we went straight up the stairs
    and towards the room that was to be the place for all this torture. As
    the door opened I got the shock of my life. The room was painted baby
    blue with clouds hanging from the ceiling. There was a huge metal crib
    against the wall with a wooden plaque above the crib that read "BABY
    BRANDON'S SPECIAL ROOM". On the other wall there was a blue changing
    table with restraints on it I could not figure what they were for.
    Until my father walked up and laid me down on it. As he was reaching
    for the cuffs for my hands I started fighting him. "You can fight this
    all you want but your only showing us we have to do this more then I
    thought before. Had I only listened to your mother two months ago this
    would have already been over and I would not have had to go and pick up
    my little man from school because he got EXPELLED."

    With that he quickly untaped the used diaper and kept my legs up and
    started spanking my rear-end. I lost count at about 35 due to the
    blinding pain I was feeling in my bottom. After what seemed like 20
    minutes but was probably only like 2 or 3 he put my legs down and
    turned to my mother and asked her where all the supplies where. As she
    started handing him all the lotions and powder my father turned around
    and started to smile. "Now this is a sight I thought I would never see
    but I am glad that you at least took after me in this department. It is
    a good thing you keep yourself shaved down here. I bet you did not
    think that some day you would have shaved it to keep it clean so you
    don’t get a diaper rash, huh?"

    Dad started by applying the lotion to my whole crotch in a way that had
    I guess he wanted to because my penis started to get hard. When it
    reached its entire 8 inches my mothers face was in complete shock. "Why
    would you do that to him? That is not what this is meant for. He is not
    supposed to get any enjoyment out of this."

    "Don’t you worry, dear. I want him to see what he will not be seeing
    for a while thanks to the next stuff I have to rub on this area." That
    is when he turned to me and with a huge smile on his face stated. "You
    see that hard on you have you will not be seeing that for a while after
    I am putting this stuff on you."

    With that, he grabbed the other bottle and poured the lotion directly
    on my penis. I felt a warm sensation and then I watched my penis slowly
    deflate. My penis was usually 4 inches limp but it did not stop at
    that. It kept going and finally stopped when it hit about an inch to an
    inch and a half. This caused a huge smile to spread across my father’s
    face. He then powdered me and pulled the diaper up and taped me
    securely. Unstrapped me and picked me up and held me tight. "That is
    the end of your punishment for the stuff at school. The rest of this
    punishment is for the constant misbehaving that you do and not doing as
    you are told by your mother and never doing anything your supposed to
    do like your chores and the few things your mother asks you to do."

    This is when I had seen the paper on the wall that stated all the
    rules.

    "These are the rules you will follow every day. If you do not follow
    them your father will deal the punishment out. For every week you
    follow these rules you will regain one thing big boys receive. For
    every rule you break we will add a day on."

    The poster read as follows:

    YOU ARE A BABY. YOU ARE NOW ONLY 17 MONTHS OLD. YOU WILL DO AS ALL 17-
    MONTH-OLDS DO, INCLUDING USING DIAPERS, DRINKING FROM BOTTLES, EATING
    IN A HIGH CHAIR, AND HAVING A BABYSITTER.

    1: YOU WILL NOT SPEAK LIKE A BIG BOY.
    2: NEVER TOUCH YOUR DIAPERS.
    3: NEVER COMPLAIN.
    4: WEAR WHAT YOU ARE PUT IN WITHOUT ANY COMPLAINING.
    5: YOU ARE NOT TO USE THE TOILET.
    6: NEVER ENTER THE BATHROOM WITH OUT MOMMY AND DADDY.
    7: WHEN YOUR PACI IS PUT IN YOUR MOTHER IT DOES NOT COME OUT UNLESS AN
    ADULT TAKES IT OUT.
    8: YOU WILL ONLY PLAY WITH THE BABY TOYS THAT MOMMY AND DADDY GIVE TO
    YOU.
    9: ANYONE OVER YOUR AGE IS AN ADULT.

    "Failure to follow any of these rules will result in an immediate
    spanking. When I get home. Do you have any questions? This is your only
    time to speak like a big boy."

    "Daddy, how long is this going to last and how long before I can see
    Brad?"

    "This will last until you show your mother and me that you are a big
    boy and will do as we say. As far as Brad goes, we are ok with him
    being your boyfriend but as long as you are a baby and he is a big boy
    that is not going to happen. The only way you’re going to see him is he
    accepts the offer your mother and I have given his parents, and that’s
    to be your babysitter. There will be rules to that to."

    Twisted Fate 4

    So those were the rules. I have no choice but to follow them, if I do
    then this could be a quick and easy punishment and then I am free to go
    back to my life. "Ok baby has had a rough and long morning I guess he
    should go take his nap so that way he is rested for when his Grammy and
    Grampy come see him, and take him to the store to get all his nice baby
    clothes," said my mother with such a cherry tone. How could she be
    getting so excited by this idea, and what they were doing to me?

    So over to the crib my father carried me to the dreaded crib. Actually
    my mother did a lot of thinking when she was doing MY nursery. The
    whole room was covered in blue this and blue that. My crib was blue
    with white candy stripes over the bars, the bumper pads and blankets
    were rainbows, and the mobile was triangles upside down (both pink and
    blue). Yes my mother did a lot of stuff just to make me comfortable in
    my new room. As my father laid me down my mother handed him a bottle
    and he held it to my lips.

    "Come on, baby, you have to drink your baba to be able to sleep real
    good like a real baby."

    "Dad, you know I won’t be able to take a nap. I’ll deal with the
    diapers and the clothes but taking a nap is not going to happen. I
    understand you guys want me to think about how stupid it was for me to
    do what I did but don't you think you guys are going a little far with
    all this shit."

    "Now, you listen to me little man. YOU WILL REFER TO US AS MOMMA AND
    DADDA THERE WILL BE NO CUSSING FROM YOU! I SEE ME NOT BEING AN ACTIVE
    ROLE IN YOUR RAISING WAS A LOT WORSE THEN I THOUGHT IT WAS! I told your
    mother you would have learned your lesson after you woke up from your
    nap. But she said you would need a month or two of this treatment. Now
    I am changing it. This is going to go until next September and we shall
    see if then you are mature enough to get enrolled back into another
    school. Now you will take this baba and drink it down and go to sleep
    and when you wake up you will get your punishment for not following the
    rules. Are we understood?"

    "Yeth, dada."

    So they handed me the bottle, then turned on the mobile (which was
    playing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”). Then they walked out of the
    room, turning on the baby monitor. As I lay there I could not
    understand why they were doing this to me. Where did my mother get this
    idea? As I lay there drinking out of a baby bottle my mind was racing.
    I have to get out of here; there has to be a law against this! This has
    to be some form of abuse. They can go to jail for this. WAIT! DIDN’T
    THEY SAY THEY TALKED TO BRAD'S PARENTS ABOUT THIS? Brad’s dad is a cop
    so he has to know and they must have talked to him about this. So that
    must mean they are not breaking any laws. I wonder what Brad is going
    to say about being my babysitter. Will he still love me like he said?
    Is he going to still want to be the boyfriend to a 17-year-old in
    diapers? As all this stuff was running through my mind my eyes started
    getting heavy. They probably put something in here to make me tired
    like they do in all the stories I read. OMG THAT’S HOW MY MOTHER CAME
    UP WITH THIS IDEA...SHE WAS SNOOPING IN MY...

    Two hours later I felt myself being lifted out of the crib. As I opened
    my eyes I looked over and seen my mother smiling as she laid me down on
    the changing table.

    "What is going on, mommy”? I said in a very tired tone.

    "You’re a baby, honey. You were not able to be a good big boy, so I
    took the time to search your room and found nothing, so then I logged
    into your computer trying to find out why you were being so bad and
    found a website that gave me this punishment. Since you had it
    bookmarked I figured you must think it’s a good idea."

    "YOU BITCH! YOU WENT THROUGH ALL MY STUFF AND NOW YOU’RE USING WHAT YOU
    FOUND AGAINST ME!" I exploded. It was all coming back to me now, all
    the stuff from school and then afterwards. The fact that they had
    diapered me in public, embarrassed me to the point of me wetting the
    diaper in front of all the kids at school, then putting me in a
    stroller and walking me through the halls with all the kids watching,
    then making me sit in a car seat.

    "Now, that will be enough of those bad words," as she went to work
    untaping the wet diaper that I was wearing. When did I wet my diaper? I
    have not done that since I was 2.5. Must be some other stuff they put
    in that damn bottle. As she whipped me up was when my father came
    walking into the room.

    "Time for the baby to get his punishment for using all those bad words
    he used before his nap, and now it’s going to be even worse now that
    you called your mommy that horrible name when she wanted to take you
    out of that dirty diaper."

    He then picked me up and walked over to the chair and sat down and laid
    me over his lap. I knew what was coming I just sat there waiting for it
    to happen. I was not going to cry I was not going to give them this
    satisfaction of turning me into a real baby. I am 17 and I will at like
    it whether they believe me or not. As the first slap came down I was
    hoping it was going to be a quick spanking because if this kept up I
    knew for a fact I would not last anywhere near as long as I was hoping.
    After about 15 slaps I felt my father getting frustrated because he
    started slapping harder. After about six of those slaps. I completely
    lost it. I was crying like a baby.

    “I sowwy, mommy for saying da bad words! Me no do it again. Dada,
    pwease stop spanking me!”

    “Now that is how a baby should behave. The next time I have to spank
    you for being bad and saying those kind of cuss words I will have to
    use a belt on your little butt.” As my father walked over to the table
    he laid me down he strapped me to the table. As this was happening I
    got one hell of a surprise my grandparents walked in the room.

    “Well, how is our baby grandson doing? We heard him crying. Did he
    already do something bad enough to get a spanking on his first day of
    being a baby when we are about to take him to the store to buy him all
    those nice clothes for him to wear?”

    “Yes, mom and dad, he did he called his mother a really horrible name
    when she told him how she found out about how he was going to be
    punished and before his nap he decided he was yelling at me and used
    really bad words,” stated my father with disappointment in his voice
    that all of a sudden got to me. He then walked out the room. As I lay
    there and had another diaper put on me with out fighting it at all I
    began to realize that if my parents were going to do this to me maybe I
    could do it up. The only thing that I was afraid of was the fact that I
    had to use these diapers all the time.

    For everything now there is something you all should know about me. Is
    that I have been a diaper lover for about the last four years. I had
    worn them for fun I even have peed in them. But I have never and I mean
    never pooped in the diapers because the thought of that grossed me out.
    As I lay there thinking of how gross it was going to be when I had to
    poop.

    My mother put a paci in my mouth and I started sucking it on the
    instant it entered my mouth without even thinking about it. Mom picked
    me up and carried me out of the room with my grandparents followed in
    awww that their only grandson had just been taken out of his nursery in
    only a diaper and was being carried through the house. As we entered
    the kitchen I knew it was lunchtime because I could see the four jars
    of baby food sitting on the tray of what I knew was my new highchair.
    As my mother strapped me in it felt very comfy. As she started feeding
    me I did not even fight it; I just started eating it. I had no choice,
    so why endure spankings that I don’t need to get? Then there was a
    knock at the front door I heard my father go and answer the door.

    “Well, hello Brad. How are you? I trust you have spoken with your
    mother and father and know of our proposition and know we are not doing
    anything illegal by punishing baby Brandon as we are?”

    “Yes Mr. Billings, and I apologize for sticking my nose into your
    family’s business. I just care about your son and want to be around him
    and I hope everything goes as you would see fit. I would also like to
    accept your offer to be his babysitter this weekend,” Stated Brad with
    a tone, as he was excited that he was going to be doing this job.

    “Well, you may go into the kitchen. Brandon should be almost done with
    his lunch. His mother is feeding him. You can help if you would like to
    but if you do not feel comfortable with it as of yet then we will have
    to work on it.”

    As Brad walked in the room I felt myself turning all sorts of red. As
    he walked up he slowly took the spoon and jar of strained prunes my
    mother was offering to him. He sat down on the chair in front of me. He
    then proceeded to just feed me like I was a baby with all the noises
    that you would do to a real baby. I sat there eating in total shock.
    That’s when it happened. I had been fighting it for so long but as I
    sat here in total shock and scared of what was going on. My butt
    exploded and I felt the poop push against my diaper in a way I did not
    think would happen. As I was pooping uncontrollably I also began to
    pee. So it was emptying out of both sides into the thirsty and dry
    diaper.

    “Oh, I think the baby has made stinky in his diaper. Mommy better take
    you up and change you before you get all cranky.”

    “Oh, Mrs. Billings, why don’t you let me do that because after all I am
    going to be his babysitter now. If I don’t get used to it now then you
    guys will never be able to trust me to take care of our little baby
    here.”

    “Okay, Brad, but you remember he is just a baby now you can not do any
    of that big-boy stuff with him.”

    “Of course Mrs. Billings I would never want to risk the chance of
    ruining my chances to see the little baby and watch him grow up into
    the man I want to be with forever.”

    As I was unstrapped from the chair and Brad picked me up I came to the
    realization that I was really nothing but a baby no one was saying
    anything to me directly they were talking about me like I was not even
    there. No one had seen me as anything more then an infant. As I was
    carried up the stairs to my awaiting nursery I kept thinking, what is
    he going to think? Is he going to laugh and leave me and go to school
    and tell everyone exactly what was happening to me and make fun of me?
    As Brad entered my room he never even flinched. He just walked straight
    up to the changing table and laid me down.

    “We have to get the handsome baby all cleaned up from his little
    accident, huh, my little man.”

    “Brad, you don’t have to do this. You can just leave and never talk to
    me again. I will understand if you don’t love me anymore. This is a lot
    to ask from you to deal with,” I said with tears coming to my eyes. As
    I lay there with a wet and stinky diaper on waiting for the boyfriend I
    cared about more then anything in the world to either tell me he still
    loved me and would wait the six or so months for me to get out of
    diapers and return to the guy he wanted to walk down the street with or
    he was going to leave, laughing his ass off.

    “Now, you should realize that I did not wait 4 years for you to finish
    with all your baby games to actually come to me and want to be with me.
    To see you turn into a baby and walk away. I am actually going to like
    this a lot. I think you looked wicked cute in your diapers and the idea
    of babying you is a turn on for me. You have no idea what this does to
    me. Now you no more talking and you are a baby just lay there and let
    me take care of the baby.”

    With that, he slipped the paci back into my mouth and I started sucking
    on it. I guess this could be okay. Brad still loved me and I did not
    have to do anything, but he has yet to take this diaper off me and
    clean me up. But I just lay there and let him do it. I was not going to
    fight him. I don’t know how much he is in on with my parents if he is
    allowed or would spank me.

    As I heard the tape come undone I started to get nervous yet again.
    Brad and I have never gone any further then kissing and feeling up each
    other over the clothes now he was going to see me totally covered in
    poop with my little pee pee. As he pulled the front of the diaper down
    the smell hit the air.

    Twisted Fate 4

    When the smell hit the air I froze. There was nothing I could say,
    nothing I could do. As I lay there on the changing table with my used
    diaper smelling up the room and Brad seeing me covered in poop there
    was not much I could do. So I started crying, and when I say crying I
    mean I was totally bawling my eyes out. Brad took the paci that was
    next to the wipes and put it in my mouth. There was no talking at all.
    Brad just picked up whips and started cleaning my butt up, and then
    when he came to my penis, he stopped.

    “My, my, it might be a good thing you are wearing diapers with a pee-
    pee that small,” Brad said with totally seriousness. I just laid there
    in shock. How could the man who this morning had me up against a wall
    and was telling me how much he loved me and wanted to be with me for
    ever, was now picking on the size of my penis? This was all I could
    stand I spit that pacifier out of my mouth.

    “You son of a bitch! You know for a fact that my pee-pee is not this
    small! Daddy put stuff on it to make it small!”

    Total pause, no one moved, no one said anything. Did I just call my
    dick a “pee-pee?” Worst of all, was I calling my father “Daddy?” Why
    did this happen to me? Why was I all of a sudden reacting to the
    situation like this? Now this was getting weird. I am not sure how long
    this can last. As all this was going threw my mind I missed the fact
    that Brad had finished washing the rest poop off my entire diaper area.
    With a quick and firm SMACK I was brought back to reality of my
    boyfriend smacking my butt as I laid there on a changing table.

    “You know your mommy and daddy’s rules. If you want me to come over a
    lot and you want to be a big boy you must be a good baby. I am only
    saying these things because it is part of the rules. The things I had
    to agree to so that way I could see you whenever I needed to lay my
    eyes on your handsome face. I will help you get though this, and if it
    means having to be a mean babysitter then I will. Is that totally
    understood, boy?” I was in shock was this the only way I was going to
    be able to see him. I would have to deal with this behavior was seeing
    my Brad worth this. HELL YA IT WAS he means the world to me.

    So I nodded my head indicating that I would be a good boy and act the
    age I was supposed to act. “Good baby” as he pulled another diaper and
    slid it under my butt put some powder on me and taped up the diaper.
    “The more you just accept this the faster it is going to go. Enjoy
    being a baby.” That was all Brad said to me as he carried me
    downstairs. Back to the kitchen so that way my mother could see she
    successfully had ruined me and she thought it was cute that my
    boyfriend has just changed my stinky diaper. I was placed in the
    oversized playpen in the living room and handed a bottle as Barney was
    put on the TV. No one said a word to me the rest of the day. I was
    treated as a real baby. My diaper was checked every hour with them
    slipping their fingers in the leg opening. The only enjoyment I got out
    of this was that when Brad did it he always touched my balls and
    smiled. As I watched the TV more and more I became more and more into
    it. I was slowly picking up the rhythm swaying to and from with the
    songs. As later in the night came up I began to really get tired I
    usually don’t go to bed until like 10 or 11 and here it was six-thirty
    and I was already zoning out like I needed to sleep.

    Brad noticed this even before my parents did and announced he was going
    to take the baby up and put him to bed with out any dinner due to the
    fact that baby was dropping to sleep already. So as he carried me I
    wrapped my arms around his next and squeezed. As he was we were going
    up the stairs he told me that if I have to go pee-pee or poop I should
    do it know because its going to be hard sleeping in a nasty diaper.
    That is when I had not peed in a few hours and I had drank like 6 babas
    and I really had to pee so as he walked up the stairs I let it loose.
    It felt like I had peed for about two minutes at first the diaper was
    holding it all and then it started to leak. It was okay because as it
    started to leak Brad was laying me down on the changing table and the
    table had a plastic thing on that was okay with being wet. Again, Brad
    changed me without saying anything but was smiling the entire time. As
    he pulled my diaper back I looked at my pee-pee and noticed whatever
    daddy had put on me was started to wear off because my pee-pee was
    starting to go back to the size it used to be when I was limp. Brad
    noticed this and giggled and played with it a little until it started
    getting semi-erect and stopped and just put a new diaper on me took off
    the onesie that my mother had put me in as soon as I came home.

    As Brad put me in my crib with only my diaper on he kissed me on the
    lips, a real kiss. As he was walking out of the room he turned quickly
    as I was watching him he had a single tear falling down his cheek.

    “I love you, Brandon. I hope you understand that and I will wait until
    you are through this punishment. I will wait for you, but please try
    your hardest to be a good boy so that way I can be with you.” He
    quickly turned and left the room I could hear him walking down the
    stairs. I heard him say good-bye to mommy and daddy, then I heard his
    car started and he left. I immediately started crying. How could I have
    done this to him? Why would he want to be with me? It took about an
    hour to go to sleep my mother came in the room and gave me a bottle,
    saying it would help me sleep. As I started sucking on the bottle my
    mother put a CD in the CD player I have not noticed and when she turned
    it on it was the sounds of the ocean.

    “That will help the little baby relax and be comfy. It is also going to
    help you be a better baby for your daddy and me.” With that she left I
    was all alone lying in a crib drinking from a bottle in only a diaper.
    I don’t know how long it took me but I feel asleep. I had the weirdest
    dream. I was crawling all through my school in nothing but a diaper and
    dragging a teddy bear with me. Everyone was laughing and throwing
    papers at me. As I was crawling I made it to Brad who was at the end of
    the hall and he was laughing at me like everyone else. Upon seeing Brad
    laughing at me I sat on my butt and just started crying. I knew he did
    not love me I knew he would not wait for me. As I was screaming in my
    dream I was also screaming in real life.

    “Brandon, wake up! And you better stop using those bad words,” said
    Daddy.

    “What is going on in here? Why is he screaming like that?” said mommy.

    “I don’t know why he is screaming. He is having a nightmare he is
    crying and yelling that Brad does not love him and he is telling people
    to stop throwing stuff at him.”

    Mommy just rubbed my back and was whispering that everything was going
    to be okay. At some point I relaxed and stopped screaming. Everyone
    went back to bed and I had a peaceful sleep after that. Upon waking the
    next day I started panicking because I did not know where I was then I
    realized what was going on and calmed down and made a promise that I
    was not going to be a bad boy I was going to make it through this
    punishment and get Brad back. So as I lay in my crib I realized I had
    to pee really bad. Without fighting it anymore, I let it go in my
    diaper. Since no one was around I had time to really pay attention to
    this. It actually felt really good to have the warm pee slowly running
    down my balls into the awaiting diaper and being absorbed. I started
    thinking of all the stories I had read of babying and how I really
    wanted it to happen, how I just wanted my mommy and daddy to love me
    and treat me like they did when I was younger. I figured they thought
    this was a punishment. I was going to make it my dream come true. I was
    not going to fight it. I was going to embrace it.

    I was going to enjoy being a baby. There was never going to be a
    problem anymore. This was going to be my dream come true.

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