Daily Free-Write October 5, 2020 (Patreon)

"Why does my penis feel numb down there, Mr. Uh... I mean, Daddy?"

"So you can use your diapees and not think about it, sweetie!"

I was still getting used to calling my neighbor 'Daddy'. And the diapers. And everything else that changed in the past couple weeks. 

"I don't wanna use my diapers, Daddy!" I whined.

"Hey now, remember our deal. If you use up all your diapers before it's time to order the next shipment, you'll get to graduate to trainers!" 

"I've been trying, Daddy, but it's just too many diapers!"

"Well, we'll just have to give you more liquids so you wet more."

Of course he knew that it was almost impossible for me to go through 80 diapers in 20 days. Drinking liquids to wet constantly did nothing but diminish my control further. 

"Daddy, I don't wanna be a baby."

"Sorry sweetie. That's what you need." 

I crossed my arms and huffed. It wasn't fair! I was a full grown man, but my neighbor got it into his head that I was some kid who needed looking after, and when he asked me over to help him move something in the garage, he had me. 

I watched, feeling nothing as he lotioned up my bits so that my skin would stay nice and soft in the soft folds of the diaper. A few spurts of pee dribbled out onto the absorbent padding, and my mouth hung open in dismay. How long had it been doing that? Had I just not noticed? Daddy just smiled and brought up my diaper, obscuring the leaky appendage from view. I sighed. He was dressing me up now, another part of our morning routine which I had long since given up trying to fight. It would just earn me a sore bottom anyway. 

"Daddy, why are you putting shoes and socks on me?" 

"Because we're going out, sweetie. You've been cooped up in this house too long, I want to start taking you out where you can get some exercise."

"You mean where people can see me?" I asked, looking down at my leg-snap shortalls with the diapered bears on the front. There was no mistaking what I was wearing for anything but toddler clothes.

"Yes, honey." He put his hand under my chin and looked me in the eye. "Hey. Look. You've got nothing to worry about. All they're going to see is a cute little boy who is out for a walk with his Daddy. Okay?"

I looked away. I wasn't planning on being cute or cooperative once I got out of here. 

"Are we gonna have a problem?" he asked, in a sterner voice. "I hope you're not thinking of making a scene, baby boy, that would be very stupid." 

Of course I was, and he knew it. So why was he taking me out anyway? 

A short spanking and a few words of warning later, he was clipping the extendable leash onto my toddler harness. So I didn't wander off. 

"Okay, kiddo! Here we go!" 

The door opened to the autumn air. My first breath of fresh air since I'd been taken. I looked over to my house next door. There were movers carrying my things out.

"Hey! That's my stuff!" I yelled, running toward the house, but the leash pulled taut and Daddy held me fast.

"Ah ah ah, little one! That *was* your stuff. You just ended the lease and all your stuff is goiong bye bye. By the time we get back, it'll all be gone! Isn't that nice, pumpkin? No more reminders of your old life. 

So this is why he was doing it. I could sense a tantrum coming on and so could he. 

"Well, baby boy, if you want to stay inside that's fine with me. I just figured you could use the fresh air!" 

The movers hadn't even reacted to my calls. It looked like they were wearing heaphones! I decided to wait til we were a little further from the house, then Daddy would have more of a fight on his hands to get me back home. We walked on in the opposite direction of my house, and as we did, we passed various people I knew from the neighborhood.

"Marissa! How are you doing?" he asked. 

"Help me, Ms. Prisk! He's holding me captive as his baby!" 

She just bent down and looked at me.

"Aww, such a cutie! So this is what happened to our little terror, huh? No more eggs on the window or graffiti in the street. It's been quite nice without that loud music playing late at night." 

I was dumbfounded. Was the whole neighborhood in on this? It turns out they were. Each and every person we passed smiled and waved. Some made fun of me. Some were sweeter. But everyone agreed that they liked me much more like this than when I was 'the neighborhood terror' as they called it. Even my landlord was apparently happy when he learned his problem tenant would be breaking the lease. He didn't even charge extra. In fact, he paid for the movers! 

When we got home, Daddy unclipped my harness and leash, and got down to knee level. 

"I hope this walk was very educational for you. You can see that you have nowhere to go home to, and if any of the neighbors see you trying to get away, you'll be sent right back to me. Because this is where you belong, little terror. Right here with Daddy. Now let's get you changed, you're beginning to leak." 

I looked down and saw that I *was* beginning to leak. I had been wetting the whole time and I couldn't even feel it! I cried as he led me up by the hand for my next change.