Brad’s New Life: CHAPTER 4
Daddy stalled frustratingly long in getting Brad cleaned up after breakfast. He insisted on taking some pictures of Brad’s mush-covered face, laughing at one and showing Brad looking extremely pouty and red-cheeked. He had tried to give him a death glare, but the bib and mush smeared over his face really just made him look like a cranky little baby. Brad looked away in disgust, but Daddy just pinched his cheek. “Don’t worry Brad, you’re still a cute little baby, even when you are being fussy.”
Finally Daddy cleaned Brad’s mouth with his bib and released him from his restraints, before picking him up and holding him over his back. Then Daddy started firmly patting Brad’s back for a few moments, which confused Brad until he involuntarily let out a big burp. Brad flushed again from this outburst and was too taken aback by it to protest before Daddy had the pacifier strapped back into his mouth again, puffing out his rosy cheeks once more.
Daddy carried Brad back up to the nursery, and sat him down on the floor.
“Now you’ve been a good baby so far for eating your num nums for Daddy. But Daddy needs you to get used to using your diapers for everything now. So I’m giving you 5 minutes from from now to fill your diaper, peepees and poopies, so you can prove to Daddy that you’re ready to be a good baby who uses his diapers. If you don’t, Daddy’s going to have to use some more forceful methods.”
Brad really did not want to know what forceful methods meant, so to his intense humiliation and despair, he had no choice but to get on all fours and try as hard as he could to soil his diaper. The helplessness was overwhelming, and he knew how ridiculous and degraded he looked on all fours, sucking on a pacifier and grunting as he tried to fill his diaper. It was hard to overcome his own mind and pride, which clearly was not wanting to use a diaper at all. After a few minutes, he had managed to wet himself (loathing the feeling of warm dampness up against him as the diaper absorbed his pee), but he had only managed to fart a few times making him blush a furiously bright red. His entire body was just screaming at him not to shit himself.
He thought he could feel something stirring, but Daddy tutted and said, “Poor baby. Can’t use your diapee? It’s OK, Daddy will help.”
Brad’s heart sunk as Daddy picked him up and strapped him down on the changing table. He dreaded what on earth was going to happen, and only more so when Daddy untapped his diaper and exposed his crotch to the air. Brad went to cover himself, but of course was stopped by the restraints. Daddy chuckled and grabbed his penis, and Brads eyes went wide when he saw the chastity cage and small padlock that encased it.
“Daddy has to keep his little baby’s peepee all locked up, see. Babies don’t play with themselves now; do we?” Brad flushed with embarrassment and Daddy chuckled and tickled his (totally smooth) balls, making him squirm with discomfort. Daddy grabbed Brad’s ankles and hoisted his legs in the air, exposing his butt.
Brad tried to struggle and say, “What the hell are you doing?” Naturally, Daddy’s grip was iron strong and his protest was muffled by his big pacifier to become little more than nonsense babble. Daddy laughed and said, “Yes, you have got a cute little baby tushie, haven’t you? Perfect for keeping in diapers!”
Daddy gave Brad’s exposed hole a little tease with his finger, and Brad couldn’t stop himself from moaning. He hated it, and the more he hated it, the more Daddy seemed to tease him, gently feeling his sensitive little hole and stroking it. Brad could feel his cock straining painfully against the cage, condemned to remain soft throughout. It only added to the humiliation and helplessness that Brad was overwhelmed with. He could only squirm and moan behind his pacifier while Daddy gently slipped inside and started feeling inside. Brad started to lose himself in the ecstasy of the moment, but was swiftly brought back to reality when Daddy suddenly shoved his finger in deeply, and retracted at once, contenting himself with sprinkling some more baby powder over Brad’s crotch. Brad felt violated, but was thankful that it was over. Although, as Daddy began taping the diaper back up again, he could swear he could feel something left behind in his butthole.
Daddy held Brad for a few moments, hugging him closely and patting his heavily diapered bottom. Brad really didn’t like where this was going; he knew something was going to happen and it had to do with what Daddy left behind in his butthole. Brad couldn’t bear to think about that right now, though.
“I think it’s about time for a bottle! Does Baby Brad want his baba?”
Not wanting to cause any more trouble, Brad just nodded silently. Daddy patted his back. “Good baby.”
Daddy took a readily prepared baby’s bottle full of (what Brad presumed was) milk and carried Brad over to the rocking chair. He was positioned so that Daddy held Brad very closely and intimately in his arms, but also very securely. Brad knew that he couldn’t escape this sort of grasp. Daddy took the pacifier gag out again and held the nipple up to Brad’s mouth. Brad hesitated, but a slap on the thigh and an “Open up, baby!” from Daddy scared him into allowing the big nipple to fill his mouth. It was upsetting how much power this man held over him right now, but he really could not do anything but submit until his chance came.
Brad didn’t know what to do, so Daddy rubbed his back and simply said, “Suck.” So he did; Brad started nursing on the soft nipple of his bottle and the sweet concoction started trickling down his throat. The taste, much like the mushy food, had an odd medicinal tang to it. He could only assume that Daddy had mixed god knows what into it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
It didn’t take Brad long until he got the sucking down, and he found himself locked into a steady rhythm of suckling the sweet milk down. Against all of his better judgement… he actually started to feel rather calm. The milk tasted rather good, and the sucking rhythm felt rather soothing. Plus Daddy started rocking gently and rubbing Brad’s back softly while he fed him. And being held so tightly to Daddy, Brad could feel all of his warmth and even feel his heartbeat as he was held to his chest.
“That’s it,” Daddy whispered gently into Brad’s ear, making him tingle. “Drink your baba. Drink it alllll up for Daddy. Such a good baby.”
Against all odds, Brad really kinda enjoyed this. He felt… safe, and protected by Daddy. He almost felt himself being lulled into a trance.
But then his stomach started rumbling. And then again. Bringing Brad out of his calm immediately, he realised he needed to poop. And badly. He started to squirm in discomfort, and Daddy noticed his change in demeanour and smirked. “Looks like someone’s getting a bit frisky! Does baby need to go poopy?”
Still holding the bottle in Brad’s mouth, Daddy smirked down at him. Brad felt really more powerless now more than ever. The need to evacuate his bowels was growing more urgent by the second; he’d never felt it so intensely before. He didn’t know what to do. His heart was racing with anxiety and fear; he desperately didn’t want to soil himself like an actual infant, but the urge was growing unbearable and Daddy had him trapped to begin with. Brad finally finished the bottle; one step at a time, he thought.
But then Daddy retrieved a second bottle full of milk again, and pushed the nipple into Brad’s mouth. He had to keep sucking, to try and distract himself. Daddy kept rubbing his back and whispering, “Good baby. Just go ahead and fill your diaper for Daddy.”
Brad couldn’t stop himself anymore, he had to let off some pressure. He tried to let out a bit of gas, but that bit of gas turned into a lot of gas, and almost immediately his bowels just gave way to the unrelenting pressure, as Brad felt a warm, squishy mess completely emptying into his diaper. His eyes went wide and his mind shut down for a few moments while he kept sucking the bottle on autopilot and filled his diaper with a massive warm mess. Daddy smiled widely and said, “Good baby. Such a good baby. Daddy is proud.”
Brad was in complete shock. He couldn’t fully comprehend the situation and the intensity of it all. Here he was, reduced to an absolute infant. He couldn’t believe he just pooped himself in a diaper while being bottlefed by another man. He was utterly humiliated. Daddy patted his bottom again, smudging the mess right up against his ass. The smell was overwhelming and only made Brad’s humiliation worse. Finishing that bottle took agonisingly long, as Daddy seemed intent on pausing and making sure Brad really felt his own mess. But finally, the bottle was drained. Daddy sat Brad up on his knee, forcing Brad to sit in his own smelly mess. He held Brad over his shoulder and burped him again, but not without an additional pat on his butt again.
Daddy beamed widely. “Smells like little baby Brad made a stinky! Is that right, little one?”
Brad just nodded, not even daring to look him in the eye.
“It’s okay, baby,” Daddy said, giving Brad a tight bear hug. “You’re a very good little baby for using your diaper as you should. But a stinky little baby, for sure!” He chuckled and made Brad flush an even more furious red as he patted his butt once again. The smell was unbearable, but Daddy wasn’t fazed at all.
“Does the baby need a change?” Brad nodded again. “Oh, I think you need to tell me, baby, so you can accept your new status. Tell Daddy what you’ve done and what you need.”
It took a while for Brad to find his voice, but eventually he squeaked out, “I pooped my diaper. Can you change me please?”
Daddy looked unimpressed. “Say it properly,” he scolded. A sharp slap on Brad’s messy bottom made him cry out from humiliation. He felt tears welling up when he forced that babyish lisp once again.
“Daddy I went poopie in my diaper! Please change me!”
Daddy smirked again. “I will. But only if you say one more thing.”
“Tell me what you are now. Tell me that you’re just a baby, and you always will be from now on. You’re Daddy’s little stinky baby.”
“I- I…” Brad couldn’t find his words.
“I’m just a baby! I’m just a stinky little baby who needs his diapers and his Daddy!”
“Yes you are. And you always will be now.” Daddy bounced Brad on his knee to mark his point.
“Shhh, it’s ok. No more talking.” Daddy pushed the pacifier gag back in. And frankly, Brad was glad to have it. At least he didn’t have to be forced to humiliate himself with his own words. Daddy picked Brad up and carried him back over to the changing table. He untaped Brad’s diaper and held his nose in mock surprise.
“Hoo-wee!” He exclaimed. “You really are a stinky little baby!” Brad moaned in humiliation behind his pacifier, and Daddy laughed again as he started to wipe down Brad’s heavily poopy crotch and butt. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy doesn’t mind at all. You’ll be filling your diapers daily after all!”
Brad felt the tears welling up again at that comment. More than anything though, he felt so tired. Maybe it was all the eventfulness of the morning, or maybe it was something Daddy put in his bottle. Truthfully, it was probably both. Once Brad was in a nice fresh diaper though, he actually felt happier. Daddy changed him into a cute blue onesie, and carried him over to the crib, strapping him down and tucking him in. Daddy pulled the curtains, and switched on the baby mobile that hung above Brad’s head. The planets and stars started gently spinning, tinkling a soft nursery tune as they did so. Brad could barely keep his eyes open; he’d never felt this exhausted before. Daddy kissed his forehead and said, “Be a good baby and have a nap for Daddy. There’s plenty of fun to come later.”
Daddy shut the door behind him, leaving Brad alone with his thoughts. His eyelids were so heavy, and he was almost transfixed by the spinning of the stars above him. While he didn’t want to succumb to sleep, he just couldn’t find the energy to fight it. Within minutes, he was sound asleep, and even started softly sucking his pacifier. Good baby.
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