Daily Free-Write February 20, 2021 (Patreon)

Continuation of January 27, 2021 “Granny Grabbed Pt. 3”

And that’s when Davey got his first look at Daddy. His new daddy was surprisingly young – not much older than himself, really. He had a striped fedora on, a full beard, close-cut, a dress-shirt – no tie – open at the neck, and a pinstripe topcoat. He was being adopted by a hipster daddy, talk about humiliating! However, he couldn’t deny Daddy was damned handsome. Davey might have said something about it if he wasn’t preoccupied by the vibrating rubber pants covering his comically enormous diapers and the thick rubber bulb filling his mouth. Instead, his introduction consisted of drooling out of the sides of his mouth and thrusting his hips into the air as he wiggled helplessly in his pram.

“Hi there, little guy! It’s me, Dada. Is somebody enjoying his Diapees? Aww, he’s so cute!” Daddy was speaking to someone that Davey couldn’t see from his vantage in the carriage – he assumed it was Granny. Daddy then looked back down his way. “We’re going to have so much fun, little guy, and little Violet will finally have a little brother to look after. You’ll be good for me and sissy, won’t you?”

Davey looked at him, unsure of what to feel. He didn’t know this man yet. He didn’t know if they would make a good Daddy for him. Davey nodded just the same, not wanting to provoke the man when he was completely vulnerable in the pram. Besides, Violet vouched for him, and she was notoriously picky about bigs.

“His obedience training isn’t finished yet,” said Melrose. “Make sure you keep an eye on him so he doesn’t try anything… unwise.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” Daddy said, not looking worried at all. He stuck his hands in his pockets and gave a little laugh, looking back down to Davey. “I just can’t believe he’s here! Ah! So exciting. Okay, enough of that. Let’s get the little ones out of here and back home.”

He stuck up a finger and twirled it around before walking off in the direction of the exit. Davey’s carriage began to move. He watched the ceiling above him glide past as he was rolled toward the exit. His forehead was beaded with sweat from all the work his hips were doing trying to get him closer to another orgasm. The damned rubber pants were just not buzzing strongly enough to get there. Normally, Davey would have been mortified to be seen doing anything so shameless, but he was still feeling those amazing feelings he had since he’d woken up in the playpen and he couldn’t stop himself. It was like his pleasure sensors were turned up to 11 and it was beginning to fog up his brain.

The cool air hit the two captive regressees as they were pushed out of Gran-Gran’s Adult Nursery. Violet was covered up with her lavender dress and stockings, but poor Davey had no pants on at all. The cold and embarrassment hit him all at once as they passed many other parents were coming to pick up their bundles of joy. Of course there were plenty of babies who stayed at the nursery full time as well. Davey was glad to be getting a break from the commotion and all that training. What he really wanted was to be back home, vegging out on the couch as he scrolled through chirper. Things were just a little too real now that his fantasies were coming to life, and it scared him. Besides, he already missed being able to rub one out whenever he wanted. He felt like he was going to get blue balls if that stimulation from the vibrating rubber pants kept up any longer.

“Here we are,” said Daddy, as they arrived at the car. He helped violet out first. It took an extra person to get her out since she was rendered nearly immobile by the thickness of her diaper. Once she was safely in the car, it was Davey’s turn. He was having déjà vu as he was strapped into another car harness. He looked down at his puffy mitts and sighed into his pacifier. This was going to take some getting used to. The one good thing about being strapped in was he could finally get some pressure against his diaper. In fact, once he was cinched in tight, the harness did the work for him, mashing the vibrator close against his boy-parts as he wiggled and squirmed.

Violet was having a similar experience and each of them were lost in their own world of pleasure as they wiggled and squirmed, unable to close their legs or move an inch to change the almost painful intensity of the stimulation to their most sensitive parts. The pleasure was especially strong for Davey, who found his sensitivity only growing stronger as time went on. Not only was his penis sending signals of pleasure, but every bit of skin that the diaper touched was as well. His whole lower region was awash in pleasure as was his mouth as he sucked his pacifier like his life depended on it. The feeling built and built until his skin felt like it was on fire. Soon, the relentless vibrations sent him crashing into another orgasm as he puffed his burning cheeks and cried out into his gag. Then he heard a click.

“Perfect!”

Davey’s eyes shot open and he saw daddy’s thumbs rapidly tapping against the screen of his MyPhone. Daddy kept tapping away as he walked around to the driver’s seat. Davey could only imagine the conversation Daddy was having over the picture of him debasing himself in his diaper. By the time the car started up, Daddy was already taking a call.

“So what do you think? He’s precious, isn’t he? Boy collector? Who, me? What, you think I’m doing this because it’s trendy? Bitch, I was into babying boys before it was cool, okay? Oh please.”

Davey was still coming down from the mind shattering orgasm he’d just experienced as they pulled out of the parking lot, but it seemed like Daddy was describing some sort of new pet or toy rather than another human being. He knew he should be offended, but his brain had turned into a puddle of goo just like the one in his diaper and all it came up with was, “Diapered pet. That’s nice… kinda hot actually…”.

“Yeah, you can bring yours by for a playdate. I was gonna bring it up if you didn’t. Not this week though, he’s still adjusting. Yeah, yeah. I’m not sure yet, I’ll keep you updated. Oh, you’re bad. Yeah, of course. Okay, sweetie, toots!”

He made a kissy noise and hung up the phone. Not exactly the most stereotypically Daddy conversation Davey had heard, but he was trying to be open-minded. After all, he might be stuck with this daddy for a long time.

“You okay back there, kiddos?” called Daddy.

The two weren’t very responsive. Violet seemed to be recovering from her little procedure still and was not very talkative and Davey was gagged.

“Aww, you two must be tuckered out after the long day. Just rest up then. We’ll be home in no time.”

Daddy then turned on the radio to some college station playing alternative rock and focused on the road. Davey looked around. Since the vibrating had stopped – at least for now – Davey had nothing to occupy his attention except the passing cars. Passing cars?

He was suddenly very self-conscious as he realized anyone on the road could see him in all his diapered glory. He brought his hands up to shield his face and stared down at his lap, feeling the blood rush to his face as his heart rate increased. Then Violet grabbed his mitt and gave it a squeeze. She brought it down to rest between them and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered. “We’ll be home soon.”

He wanted to tell her that he didn’t like being exposed in public. That he would be fine once they got indoors. If they could have thrown a blanket over his head like a caged bird, he would be just dandy. But he couldn’t say any of that. He just nodded, gulped, and tried to breathe. And sure enough, they did reach Daddy’s house rather quickly.

“Almost there,” said Daddy, as they pulled up to a large iron-wrought security gate. He nodded at the man in the booth who smiled slightly as he spotted the two passengers and waved them through. On the other side was a neighborhood he’d never seen before. Gigantic lots separated the houses which were each different in their own way. Davey was so awed by what he saw, he forgot about his own appearance.

Light spilled upward onto the wood and glass structure of one modern-looking home, illuminating warm browns and cool greys of its geometric structure. Another looked like a cozy cottage on steroids, nestled in a landscape of rolling hills expansive enough to be its own golf course. Still another was like a fantasy from a children’s book. A bright pink half-timbered house that looked like it was plucked right out of a European village. It even had wooden shutters with heart shaped cut-outs. Davey looked over to Violet and pointed.

“Did you spot Violet’s favorite house,” asked Daddy, chuckling.

“Daddy, I want one.”

“Maybe next Christmas, sweetie,” he said.

“That’s what you say every day!” said Violet.

“Well, it’s not Christmas yet, is it?”

“No,” said Violet. “Guess not. But I do get a little brother, so that’s kinda like Christmas, right?”

“Haha, right you are, little lady,” said Daddy, smiling and looking back at us through the rearview.

Many of the houses were obscured by trees with only a hint of the grandeur that lay beyond, and Daddy’s house was perhaps one of the grandest of all. As they continued, the mansions seemed to get more and more spaced out, until finally they arrived at a massive gate, with a long tunnel of green leading deeper onto the property. Another checkpoint and they were through, driving down the tree-lined path, taking a turn, then another, and finally arriving at an absolutely enormous chateauesque mansion.

He forgot his predicament for just a moment as he took it all in, and then they were beneath it, and Daddy was stopping the car. “Okay, babies,” he said, setting his keys on the dash and coming around to open the car doors.

A red wagon was waiting for them with a long handle and the words ‘Telegraph Navigator” on the side. It was just big enough for the two oversized tots to squeeze into, and soon Daddy was pulling them up a ramp to the front door.

“If you’re wondering where the staff is, I’ve instructed them to leave us be for now,” said Daddy. “They’re still here, but we won’t be seeing them tonight.

Davey’s spirits were quickly lifting. Hazy memories from childhood rose to the surface of his mind, of his dad wheeling him through the neighborhood in one of those little red wagons. It all fell like some sort of grand adventure and he found himself smiling and giggling as he was pulled along. This was kind of fun in a weird ‘my life has been completely upended’ sort of way.

The grand double doors of heavy elaborately carved wood opened as if on their own and they were wheeled right into the grand place. Davey tried to catch a glimpse of the doorman, but he was either well-hidden or very fast, because he didn’t see anyone. They passed through a grand entryway with sweeping double staircases on either side, and quickly took a right down a long carpeted hall with tall rows of French windows all the way down until they finally turned into a large drawing room with a roaring fireplace, large inviting studded-leather couches, and tinker toys scattered in the middle of the room.

“Everybody off,” said Daddy, grunting as he helped violet and then Davey down onto the carpet. Violet tired to stand up, but found she could not, so instead she crawled as quickly as she could to the waiting toys.

Davey, sat there in a bit of a daze, still overwhelmed by everything he had seen. Daddy crouched down in front of him and scratched his beard in thought. “Okay, kiddo. I’m gonna do something that Gran-Gran and Melrose would have a hissy fit over, so don’t make me regret it. I’m gonna take off the mitts and gag.”

Davey’s eyes went wide and he nodded enthusiastically. At that, Daddy smiled and slapped his hands together. Apparently that was the answer he was looking for, because he reached for his belt, and pulled out a fob attached to a string. He pressed it to the back of Davey’s head, and he felt the gag come loose. Then he did the same to the back of Davey’s wrists.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?”

Davey worked his jaw a bit, feeling a bit sore from having the gag in so long, but he nodded. “Yeah, thanks,” he said. “it’s nice to be able to move my mouth and hands again.”

“I’m not really into the whole total regression thing,” said Daddy. “I mean unless that’s what you want. My little violet is fine as a middle, and you can be too, if you want, though from what I’ve seen you’re a bit younger than that.

“W-what have you seen?” Davey asked apprehensively.

“More than you think,” said Daddy, “isn’t that Right Violet?”

Davey looked to Violet who was now looking back to him with a sly grin.

"Who do you think gave you that dare?" asked Violet.

“What? My friend did...”

“You mean the one whose account we hacked?” asked Daddy, smiling and sitting down on the ground in front of me.

“Well, hacked is a bit of a stretch,” said Violet, picking up a red stick and inserting it into a wheel-shaped wooden connector. “I already knew his password from before.”

The picture was slowly resolving for Davey. The pieces falling into place.

“You mean… this was all planned… the dare and everything?”

"Do you think it's a coincidence we ended up in the same playpen?" asked Violet.

Davey shook his head slowly.

"You were hand-picked for Daddy,” said Violet. “Just like I was when I was given the dare to go out in my sissy made outfit.”

Davey was stunned. He didn’t’ know what to say.

“Uh oh, I think we broke him,” said Daddy, who had gotten very comfortable on the carpet and propped himself up on one elbow. “Look, he’s even springing a leak!”

Davey looked down, and sure enough, his diaper was sopping wet.

“Violet, honey, grab your little brother’s diaper bag. We have an emergency.”

-Written by Champ