You are lying in your crib, the soft blankets tucked tightly around you. A sudden urge stirs deep inside you, and without thinking, you push your hand down inside your diaper. You start to touch yourself, seeking that familiar relief.
Suddenly, a voice crackles from the baby monitor on the dresser. "Don't do that, little one" Daddy says firmly. "I can see you doing that from here."
You freeze, your face flushing with embarrassment. You pull your hand out of your diaper and sit up, pressing your stomach against the mattress to hide what you were doing. You look at the crib's edge, where Daddy was watching your padded bottom jiggle with every movement.
Just then, Daddy opens the nursery door. He steps over to the crib and reaches in, gently placing a pacifier into your mouth. He then takes your hands out of your diaper, holding them down at your sides.
"I know you have special needs, my special baby," Daddy says softly, but you can't do that anymore without adult supervision"
He walks over to the corner of the room and picks up a massive stuffed bear, bringing it back and setting it on your chest. It's huge, easily bigger than your head.
"This is your new toy," Daddy explains. "When you get those feelings, you use him. You don't use your hands inside your diaper because everything inside your diaper belongs to Daddy. You are a baby now. You only use toys."
He gives your diapered bottom a firm pat, testing the weight of it. He grimaces slightly, squeezing the squishy padding.
"Mmm, looks like you're gonna need changies soon" Daddy comments, smiling as he rubs the wet fabric against your skin. "You were so desperate to finish, you didn't even realize your diaper was all soaked and stinky. That's so babyish."
He pats your bottom again, a loud smack echoing through the room. "Okay, now go play with your bear. Daddy needs to prepare a fresh diaper for you."
You look at the giant bear, then at Daddy. You feel a mix of shame and resignation. There is no going back. This is your life now. You are Daddy's baby.
You pick up the bear and lie back down, pressing the soft, plush fur against your diaper. You start to hump the stuffed animal slowly, trying to ignore the fullness in your diaper. It's a reminder that you are no longer an adult with choices; you are just a baby filling his diaper for Daddy.
Daddy smile while he go to get a fresh diaper for you, his eyes fixed on you through the baby monitor. He watches you play. You can hear his voice softly encouraging you from the speaker.
"Good boy," he says through the monitor, when he goes back to your crib asked with a little teasing tone"Did you have fun playing with your friend?"
You look up at him, feeling incredibly huffy and ashamed. You know you have to answer. You nod slowly, unable to meet his eyes.
"Yes, Daddy," you whisper.
Daddy reaches out and takes the pacifier out of your mouth. In the same motion, he shoves a bottle into your mouth, those special bottles that make you fill your pampers so easily.
You gulp down the milk, You are Daddy's baby now. He gently sets you back down in the crib, stroking your belly.
"Now be a good boy and take your bottle," he says. He leans down and kisses your tummy, making you squirm. "You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you for being such a good baby."
You continue to drink, feeling the effects of the special bottle already beginning to work. You hug the giant stuffed bear tight, feeling a strange sense of belonging. You are a baby, and this is your life.
Daddy stands up and walks to the changing table. He returns with a fresh diaper and wipes, and you watch him with wide eyes. He opens the messy diaper and begins to clean you up.
"See?" Daddy says, his voice cheerful as he cleans you up. "You're doing so good. You did all your business in your diaper just like a good boy. I'm so proud of you."
He finishes cleaning you and puts the fresh diaper on, giving your bottom a firm pat.
"Now, you stay in the crib and finish your bottle," he says. "And remember, if I catch you putting your hands in your diaper again, the punishment will be very hard. You need to be extra good, okay?"
You nod meekly, finishing the bottle and showing it to him when it's empty.
"All empty, Daddy," you say softly. "Am I a good boy?"
Daddy smiles, looking at how babyish you look with the empty bottle in your hand. He reaches out and pats your diapered bottom, rubbing your diaper, you feel automatically an urge to play with your bear when daddy rubs your diaper specially when you know you're being a good Daddy's boy.
"You are the best baby, yes," he says. "Such a good boy."
He walks over to the crib and tucks you in, giving you a final kiss on the forehead.
"Sleep well, my baby," he says. "I'll be watching you on the monitor."
You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the diaper and the comfort of the bear. You know that every time you feel that urge, you will only have one option: to use the bear and fill your diaper for Daddy. You are his baby now, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
