You wished to be a baby, and now, that wish is your entire world. It didn't happen slowly. It happened the moment Daddy decided you were ready. You remember the last moment you were still a man—standing in your apartment, tired, overwhelmed, wishing you could just stop being responsible. Then Daddy walked in. He didn't ask. He didn't explain. He just looked at you, and you knew. This was the moment.
He took you by the hand and led you to a room you didn't recognize. It was warm, soft, and filled with the scent of baby powder. He sat you down on a changing table, and with gentle, firm hands, he peeled away your adult clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Gone. He picked up a thick, soft diaper and lifted your legs. The crinkle of the plastic against your skin was the sound of your old life ending. He fastened the tapes snugly around your waist, and as he did, you felt your mind shift. The worries, the responsibilities, the thoughts of being an adult—they all melted away. You were a baby now. And you were safe.
But the nursery itself still felt strange. The crib, the walls, the soft light—they were just things. You were in a diaper, but you weren't quite a baby yet. Then Daddy reached for a soft onesie. It was pale yellow with snaps at the crotch. He guided your arms into the sleeves and pulled the soft fabric over your chest. The *snap, snap, snap* of the fasteners at your diaper was the final lock. That was the moment everything clicked. The soft cotton against your skin, the snug fit of the onesie over your thick padding—it wasn't just clothing. It was a uniform. It was a declaration. You were no longer a man in a strange room; you were a baby in your nursery. This was your place.
He lifted you effortlessly and placed you in your crib, right in the middle of a mountain of plush toys. He picked up a big, fluffy bear and held it close to your face. "This one's going to be your best friend," he whispered. "He's going to keep you safe while you sleep." He placed the bear in your arms, and you hugged it tight, its softness a comfort against your cheek. You spent the next while snuggled with your bear and the other stuffies, their soft bodies a silent, comforting presence all around you.
Then, you felt a familiar pressure. You didn't have to think about it or hold it in. You just let go. A warmth spread through the front of your diaper, a heavy, wet warmth that made you feel even more babyish. The padding grew heavy and warm, a clear sign of your complete dependency. You hugged your bear tighter, its soft fur a grounding comfort as the warmth spread. It wasn't dirty or wrong; it was just what babies do. It was proof that you were no longer in control.
Soon, you heard the soft click of the nursery door. Daddy came to the crib and leaned over the railing. "Time for your diaper check little one” Daddy lifted your legs while checking you for accidents, then he took your favorite teddy bear and, in his own voice, said, "Daddy is so proud of his baby, who's Daddy's good boy?”
This is your life now, you don't even need to speak, just babble after sucking on your pacifier, you exclaimed "me” such a good little baby
