Daily Freewrite December 2, 2020 (Patreon)

Green. It was chartreuse to be more accurate. The little tray in front of me. The one that held a bottle on the right in a little cupholder, and had two pockets on either side for art supplies or whatnot. It was designed to sit over one's lap, but I was looking at it from my vantage point on the ground. Very closely with my eyes. Making out the little rough dimples in the plastic.

I spent a lot of time like this lately. Just laying on my tummy and staring at things. Nothing in my mind but the wonder of what I saw in front of me. Barely moving, even to swallow my spit. Yes, I drooled at times, and it really didn't bother me. Nothing much bothered me these days. Eventually I would be lifted up, wiped off, taken to the bedroom for a change. I didn't even know when I was wet or dry anymore. Who cared? Looking at whatever was around me, smelling it, trying to put it in my mouth. That was much more important. 

That's what I was thinking when I was lifted away from the toddler tray and up up into the air. 

"Well, look what we have here."

It was Daddy, already wiping my face off with the bib he left around my neck. My drool-catching bib didn't work so well when I laying with my cheek on the floor. 

"Little chesty, you are just so cute. I like you like this, much more than I did when we were colleagues." 

Colleague was putting it nicely. We were rivals plain and simple. Always had to one-up each other at work, never had time for anything else it seemed. We seemed to care more about our rivalry than relationships with other people - it's no wonder we ended up together in the end. 

Daddy hummed a happy little tune as he carried me on his hip. He walked me into the kitchen, bouncing my mushy butt on his hip with each step. It felt nice to feel my warm full diapers mash into him. It made me giggle. 

"Oh, is somebody happy? If I didn't know any better I'd say you *liked* being a little mush-butt. No, not you chesty! I'd never believe my fussy little office manager would ever like his wet and messy diapers." 

He tweaked my nose and sent set me giggling all the harder as he smiled and talked to me in the happy voice you use to tell a dog he's been a good boy. 

"Well, that can just wait. Daddy wants to have a little snack first. Maybe give you some of your special fiber gummies to make sure you keep making that mush. Does baby want his gummies?

"Dummies!" I managed to blurt out. Talking was a lot harder than it used to be and when I did manage to find the words, they came out all wrong. Mispronounced or simply nonsensical. 

"Yes, little one. Gummies!" He opened the cabinet and took out a glass. Then he grabbed the gummies down from another shelf. He poured himself a drink. He opened the gummy bottle. All the while pointing out daily things like he was introducing a martian to their first earthling home. 

"This is is a glass. Can you say glass?" 

"Gwa Gwa.... Gwabble" 

"Very good, baby! You're such a little smartie." 

Correction, was. I was considered genius tier at one time, but that was before Daddy adopted me. Before he snuck those files into my computer, set it to play a special track in the background at all times. It just sounded like white noise to me - quiet enough that I thought my headphones had a bad connection and ignored it. Let it continue in the background for days, weeks, all the while wondering why numbers suddenly didn't add up. Why my emails began to look half finished, misspelt, sometimes entirely different than what I remembered sending. The important email to the investors which amounted to one long paragraph about the wonders of Barney was a keeper. However, I was not. 

With the files planted on my computer and the progressively deteriorating quality of my communication, I was directed to seek therapy instead of just being let go. But it wasn't an option - it was required that I see a doctor about my physical and mental health. Of course, by the time I was admitted it was already too late. 

I chewed down the gummies like candy. As far as I knew, it really was candy. I'm just a dumb drooly baby after all. 

Daddy seemed to take a perverse pleasure in my reversal of fortune. I could tell because as he laid me down for my next change, his pants were tented higher than a three ring circus. 

"Look at what you did to Daddy, little Chesty! Is that fair?"

I just babbled and sucked on my teething ring he handed me to distract me during my change. It worked well at that. Daddy wiped me off, front and back, lifting my ankles to get all the poopies and peepees off even the most hidden parts of my nether regions. There was no longer any hair there to hide any stray germs. Hadn't been for quite a while. It certainly made his life easier.

Daddy balled up the diaper and tossed it in my diaper pail, which was almost full yet again. He put the new diaper under me but instead of diapering me up right away, he took some time to rub the tent in his pants. I barely noticed as he zipped the fly down and popped the button. I payed more attention to my fascinating toy than I did toward his mushroom tipped cock as it sprang up from between his legs, finally freed from its confines. He grabbed the baby oil, took his time rubbing it into every crevice. I might have found it humiliating being turned into a baby like this, if I didn't feel so convinced that that's exactly what I was. Daddy was just making me feel good. That's all. It made me giggle. 

"God you look so good like this Chester. It turns me on so much to know that this is what I've done to you. Yeah... turned you into a brainless baby. You're no longer a man. You don't even care that I'm going to fuck your ass right now, do you?" 

I just stared at him and grinned. "Dada give Chesty baba!" 

He laughed and shook his head. Then he poured cool baby oil on his cock and pressed it forward against my tight little pucker. I didnt' tense up or clench at all. I didn't even know how to anymore. I just drooled and babbled as his cock began to sink into my soft ass slowly. 

"Fffffuck yeah, Chester.... Oh god, it's even better with your new baby fat. The chubbier you are the better it gets!" He was practically drooling himself looking down at me as he fucked me with what most would consider a monster cock. It slid in and out of me like butter. No muscle definition back there at all anymore. 

"Take. My. Cock. Bitch. Take. My. Cock!!!" He let out guttural noises as he hunched over me like a dog trying to shove himself in his bitch as far and as fast as possible. I began to squirm a bit as the movement against my prostate started to trigger someting within me. Was it? No, it couldn't be. I actually felt something close to an approaching climax. Wait. no. False alarm. I just peed all over myself instead. It did feel good though.

Seeing his former rival piss all over himself during sex without control as enough to send Daddy over the edge. He growled. He cried out. He hung his head down and panted over me, supported by two arms on either side of my chest. 

"I'm never gonna let you go," he said softly, once he caught his breath. "I'll always keep you with Daddy to remind me of the difference between a winner and a loser." 

He pulled his cock out and wiped it on the back of my diaper. I knew I would be filling the back of my diaper up with wet cum farts soon enough. And he came plenty when he fucked me. I think his balls must always be producing juice when they sensed his baby boy was nearby. 

He calmly diapered me up again, and picked me up. I could feel my tummy gurgling already. 

"Alright baby, you can go back to tummy time while Daddy works. Isn't it lucky that we could work from home now? That means I can watch you all the time while I work little guy. Did I tell you they gave me your old project? Guess you wouldn't care now, but I'm naming the first youth-drug after you. We're starting trials next month. Maybe we can get you in and get your body to match your mind. Wouldn't that be fun? Okay, there you go. I'll put on Barney in case you decide to actually look up for once. Daddy will be right over there working, baby. He then thought for a second and brought his crotch to my face. He pressed his cock to my lips. He hadn't even put his pants back on. I opened my mouth automatically, readily accepting the spicy, cum flavored treat. After a few sucks he was all clean and he pulled his cock free, leaving me whining for something to fill my empty mouth.

"Such a greedy little baby. Here you go." 

He replaced it with a penis-shaped pacifier that I readily suckled on, smiling in satisfaction. Sucking on my paci felt good. My mind went fuzzy and I don't know where he want after that, I was to focused on the wonderful sensation of a full mouth and something to suck on. 

Some people may think I had a terrible fate but not me. I'm much more content like this. Everything is a pleasure for me, everything new. I'm never bored. I never have to worry about adult things. I'm just a dumb drooly baby who loves to explore the world around me with my eyes and mouth. I hope I can make more mushy diapers soon and get bounces from Daddy. That will be fun.