It started with a bet something a unknown person Patrick talked to on an online game told him to do if he lost a round. He never new the persons real name or what he even looked like. But in one picture of himself in a thick adult diaper he was trapped. He now belonged to Daddy.
The bets kept changing the diapers becoming more babyish and even being sent an adult sized pacifier after giving this mystery man his address. So now this Man new what Patrick looked like and now where he lived. Patrick didn't realize until it was too late that he was stuck.
The diapers became a almost permanent part of Patrick's life as the man now known only as Daddy told him to always be wearing and using them for 2 weeks straight after another failed attempt at beating him in game, and to make sure he had to send several pictures a day. He watched the special videos Daddy sent him everyday. He was excited everyday when Daddy sent him a message.
After a couple months of non-stop diaper usage Patrick new his potty training was basically lost. And the pacifier was something he truly enjoyed. His work suffered and soon the gaming became less. but contact with Daddy kept going, toys and stuffed animals arrived. So did special clothing it was all some how exciting to Patrick. He was becoming more of a toddler then the strong man he was supposed to be but he didn't care not really, His Daddy wanted a 'good baby' it was all about paying back the bets
Then came the day Daddy walked into Patrick's apartment, it was his boss from his data entry job that he was barley at anymore. Patrick looked shocked but sat there on the floor of his living room in a colorful onesie, a thick diaper sucking on the large Pacifier Daddy sent him. Not exactly sure what to do but look at the burly man
"Does my little boy like all the new toys I sent him?" Daddy asked softly ruffling Patrick's hair with a satisfied smile. "I've has been watching you Patrick for a long time, you're more than just a good game opponent, you're a prize."
Patrick whimpered the months of trying to become a good baby watching the videos, doing everything Daddy said had taken its toll on him. His dignity lay scattered around his living room in the form of baby bottles and rattles. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as his boss, the man he had to call Daddy, stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. The weight of his situation sank in like a cold stone in the pit of his stomach. He was no longer just a man who lost a bet; he was someone's plaything, a grown man dressed as a baby for his own boss's amusement.
Patrick went to remove his pacifier to say something anything but Daddy's firm hand stopped him. "Not until I say so," he said, his voice stern. The warmth of Daddy's hand sent a shiver down his spine. He hadn't expected this, but he knew the rules of the game he'd been playing.
Patrick felt himself wetting his diaper and let out a louder whine, feeling the warmth spread over his crotch. Daddy's smile grew wider. "It seems my baby's been a good boy," he said, leaning down to give him a gentle pat on the back. The smell of the diaper filled the room, and Patrick's face turned a deeper shade of red. "Your mine now Baby Pat you belong to Daddy do you understand?"
Patrick nodded, the reality of the situation washing over him in waves. The game had turned into a life he never imagined for himself, yet here he was, willingly succumbing to his new role. Daddy bent down and picked him up, cradling him in his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then your coming home with me," he said, the authority in his voice leaving no room for argument.
As Daddy carried him into the bathroom, Patrick felt a strange mix of fear and comfort. The babyish outfits, the diapers, the toys, it all made him feel so small, so vulnerable. Yet, he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him when Daddy called him "Baby Pat."
Daddy placed him on the bathroom rug, the cold floor a stark contrast to the warmth of his diaper. He began to unbuckle the wet diaper, his hands deft and efficient. Patrick squirmed, the embarrassment of being changed by his boss overwhelming him. Daddy chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he revealed the soggy mess beneath.
"No fussing or Daddy will spank your bottom, your not an adult anymore," Daddy warned as he peeled the soaked diaper away from Patrick's skin. The cold air hit his sensitive areas, causing him to gasp. Despite the humiliation, Patrick felt a twinge of arousal, his body reacting to the power dynamics at play.
Daddy laughed lightly at Patrick's reaction, his tone patronizing yet oddly comforting. He took out a clean diaper from the bag he had brought with him, laying it out on the floor. "Come on, Baby Pat," he coaxed, "let's get you into your new diaper. Then its a long trip to your proper home."
Patrick couldn't help but feel a sense of dread mixed with excitement as he was lifted and placed onto the diaper. Daddy's strong hands held his ankles firmly apart, exposing him completely. The thickness of the fresh diaper made him squirm, but Daddy's gentle touch was surprisingly calming. As he was diapered, his mind raced with thoughts of his new life and the rules he would now have to live by.
Daddy picked him up in his strong arms and collected a few items and placed it into a bag and then headed to the front door. "Wave bye bye to your adult life baby Pat," Daddy said with a chuckle, as they exited the apartment. The cool evening breeze hit him and he realized that he was being carried out in public, in a onesie, and with a fresh diaper. People passed by, some glancing over with puzzled looks, but Patrick was too mortified to acknowledge them, his eyes fixed on the sidewalk as Daddy carried him to the car. His lofe has truly taken a very different turn. At least now there wouldn't be anymore bets...
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