Daily Free-Write February 25, 2021 (Patreon)

Continuation of February 21, 2021 “Granny Grabbed Pt. 5”

The presence of the other inhabitants of the mansion were felt if not seen as the little family of three made their way toward the front landing. Davey, with a gargantuan effort, managed to turn his attention away from the bottle and note the layout of the mansion. He had two clues so far… the fob on Daddy’s belt, and the way out of the mansion. This kind of information was essential to plan his escape, should he wish to.

“Come on, baby,” said Daddy, noticing that Davey had stopped sucking. “Drink your baba.” He shook the bottle and a few more drops landed on Davey’s tongue, initiating a whole new round of nursing that had him once again engrossed and oblivious to the world around him.

Violet, meanwhile, was still trying to pleasure herself, but the thickness of the diapers would not permit it. Daddy didn’t even need to look to hear what she was trying to do, the rubber squeaking slightly as she rubbed it in a vain attempt to get some stimulation through the padding of the rubber pants, her thick cloth diapers, and he P.A. locked chastity gauge.

Daddy pulled the little red wagon carrying the pair past the double staircase to an elevator that was waiting just past the foyer. There was plenty of room for the three of them as Daddy got in and pressed the button to go to the second floor. The doors opened up on the balcony which rested at the top of the stairs, and he pulled them down the next hallway, past large stunning portraits, and decorative chairs and end tables.

“We’re going to have to do something about those naughty hands, sweetie,” said Daddy, and Violet eeped as she was called out for doing what she always did with her diaper. “Yes,” he continued, as they made their way down the hall. “You’re gonna have to learn that you can’t always get off that way, sweetie. Not anymore.”

Violet whined at this. She was not used to being sexually frustrated and hadn’t yet gotten used to the idea that an orgasm wasn’t an essential part of her pleasure. Of her day, even.

Soon they came to another door. This was a big set of double doors painted white with pastel pink and blue trim. Daddy took Davey’s now empty bottle and sat it on the floor by the door so he had their undivided attention and opened the door with a flourish.

“Voila!” he said, gesturing to the inside of a gigantic nursery.

The walls were painted baby blue with clouds and balloons, and a big sun directly above. The room was circular in shape, with a dome-shaped ceiling, and was divided into sections roughly based on time of day use and theme. On one side of the nursery, which was painted to look more like the late evening or early morning, there was the adult-sized changing table, a couple large cribs, one pink, one blue, and some large diaper pails and buckets. Past that, were two oversized plastic high chairs with cushy plastic padding and straps to keep in the most unruly babies. Past that, getting into the mid-day section was a playtime area with toys scattered about, lots of toy chests and a mini car track laid out as if someone had just left it in the middle of an intense play session. Past that a large TV with a couple blankies laid down on the colorful and soft nursery floor. Beyond that a large playpen with a soft and wipeable floor, and beyond that, shelves of picture books and stories for reading. Finally, just the cribs was another door that led into another room. It was painted yellow and had a word written on it in calligraphy, but Davey couldn’t make it out from where they were.

David was amazed as they were wheeled in, completely in awe at the scale and attention to detail in their nursery. Their nursery. It was hard to believe that he would actually have his own nursery. It was something he had fantasized and never thought he would get to experience for himself. In the space of less than 24 hours, that had all changed.

“I think he likes it,” said Daddy, looking down at violet, who giggled in response. She had already given up on rubbing herself, and was getting up out of the wagon. She attempted to take a step but quickly ended up falling onto the soft floor owing to the incredibly thick diapers that prevented her from walking normally. Once again, she made a beeline for the toys.

Daddy gave a whistle and a large Dobermann Pinscher came bounding into the room, panting and licking at Daddy.

“Sitz,” he said, and it sat, looking expectantly at him.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning Davey over. Davey had recoiled a bit at the new large and energetic dog that had appeared. He was nervous that it might bite him because he was a new person in the house, but Daddy , repeated his command to Davey in a firmer tone, and his submissive side won out. He carefully got out of the wagon, holding onto the side as he lowered one leg over to touch the carpet, then the next. He crawled over to Daddy, giving the dog a wide berth, and stopped by the man’s leg, using Daddy as a buffer between himself and the dog.

“It’s okay, sweetie, this dog is not gonna hurt you. That’s why you need to be formally introduced. Davey, meet Sentinel.” He said, placing on the boy’s back and rubbing it.

Sentinel’s ears perked up at hearing his name, and they swiveled forward as the dog eyed the new boy with curiosity.

“Sentinel. Pfote.”

The dog held out it’s paw, and Daddy gave Davey a nudge forward. Davey looked up at daddy, who motioned with his hand, then he looked back at the dog, feeling a little nervous and a little silly as he grabbed the proferred paw and shook it.

“Braver Hund! Beruhigen. Beruhigen.” The dog began to wag its tail as it sniffed at the nervous boy, and Daddy had to tell him to settle down as he began to lick Davey’s face, causing the boy to squeal in surprise and giggle. Davey was still out of it from all that powder, and humping had only served to spread it around more so he found himself on his back pretty easily.

“It looks like he likes you,” said Daddy to Davey. “Now watch this. Sentinel. Bring das Baby. Jetzt.” He pointed to violet, and the dog immediately looked over to her. In a flash, he had closed on her and was tugging and nudging the surprised girl back to them. Violet was quickly herded over and Daddy praised and petted the dog, who barked out to announce he had completed his task.

Davey realized right away that this dog would be an obstacle to his escape. He was sure that was what Daddy was trying to show him.

“Why did you make me stop playin, Daddy?” asked Violet, making a sad face.

“Violet, it’s not nice to run off like that. You should be showing your little brother around. Now can you be a good helper and look after you little brother while I bring in the bottles? They should be here by now.”

“Okay, Daddy,” said Violet, who pulled the smaller boy into her lap as they watched Daddy head to the door. He opened the door without any sign of a security lock. Davey hadn’t seen a keyhole either, and he wondered if it even locked. He’d have to ask violet later, if she could be trusted.

“You look like you’re thinkin too much,” said Violet, who began to softly rub Davey’s diaper and tummy, causing his eyes to flutter as a wave of euphoria washed over his body. His eyes closed and he went limp, gradually sinking back into his big sis, lost in the relaxing sensations. His heightened sensitivity made the rubs feel even better, though he knew that such a feeling would be amazing even without that special powder in his diapers.

“Nawwww,” said Daddy, as he saw the boy sinking down til he was laying sideways in the big sissy’s lap. He brought the cart to a stop nearby. “Look at you two. I just have to get a picture. Stay just like that!”

Davey stayed just as he was while violet looked up and smiled big. Daddy snapped the quick photo and put his camera back in his jacket pocket.

“Okay sweetheart. Would you like to feed your little brother more yummy formula or do you want daddy to do it?”

Violet looked up and her eyes go bug. “Can I?”

“Yes, little girl,” said Daddy with a chuckle. “Here you go.”

Violet smiled down at the big little boy and cooed as she put the bottle to his lips. “Here ya go, little brother. Drink up so you can grow big and strong like Daddy and your big sis!”

Davey heard the words but didn’t open his eyes or respond. He was too lost in the wonderful sensations as they spoke over him. His mouth, however, immediately took in the nipple upon contact and began to suck. The third bottle since they had arrived at Daddy’s estate, and he was amazingly still eagerly taking more into his little tummy.

“Wow, Daddy. How much can he drink?”

“Oh, I suspect he can drink as much as we give him,” said Daddy, with a smile. “He’s a hungry little boy and this formula is gonna go right through him, yes it is!” he said as he poked Davey’s tummy, causing him to curl up slightly for just a moment before relaxing completely once more.

“Is he asleep?” asked Violet, as she fed him in her lap, rubbing him with her free hand.

“No,” said Daddy. “He’s very awake. He’s just very relaxed. But he can hear everything we say. I think now is the perfect time to explain to him his new life, what are the rules and how to be a good boy for Daddy.”

Violet nodded and Daddy sat cross legged in front of her, rubbing Davey’s hair as he spoke.

“This is home now,” said Daddy. “And from now on I’ll be your Daddy, and Violet will be your big sis. All you have to do is listen to what the grown-ups tell you, listen to your big sis, and do as we say. That’s all you have to do to be a good boy for me, sweetie. It’s so easy. I know you can be a good boy for me. And you don’t ever have to worry about accidentally upsetting me or getting in trouble because you didn’t know better. I’ll never punish you for something you didn’t know not to do. I promise, sweetie. And do I keep my promises, Violet?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, stroking the tip of Davey’s nose with her index finger. “And you never ever punished me by surprise.”

“That’s right,” said Daddy. “And Violet. Can you tell Davey the most important rules that he needs to know right now?”

Violet nodded and smiled. She was proud to be able to take on the big sis role and teach her little brother how to be a good boy. “So the most important rule is always listen to grownups. Even if you fuss, or say you don’t wanna, you gotta do what they say. And then, you should always stay where they put you – on your blankie, or in your crib, or in the playpen or wherever. And you should never evergo anywhere by yourself. Cuz that’s dangerous for a baby.”

Violet felt a little twinge in her bladder before she began to wet her diaper. Almost immediately she was hit by a fresh dose of the diaper drug as more of the powder began to break down. Her jaw went slack and she drooled a bit as she wracked her brain to think of what other rules she forgot. “Um… Uh..”

“That’s perfect sweetie. Great job. You’re such a good little teacher.”

She smiled, drooling a bit more as her Daddy praised her. She was a good teacher for her little brother.

“Hmm, I think I’m forgetting something,” said Daddy, looking at Violet’s hands as she fed her brother.

“Yes, we were going to put mitts on your little hands, weren’t we baby girl?

Violet just nodded, briefly opening her eyes wide as the last of the formula disappeared.

“All gone,” she announced.

“Good job both of you. Davey how does your tummy wummy feel? Does it feel good?”

David smiled and nodded, cuddling into his big sis some more.

“No, no. We gotta go over there.” Daddy pointed to the yellow door. “Up, up.”

Violet gently pushed the boy off her lap, echoing her Daddy’s command. “Up up! Up up! Lessgoo little brother.”

Davey opened his eyes and looked up at them, coming to enough to at least start moving. He was still feeling unsteady and having some difficulty finding his balance as he began to crawl after his big sis, but he managed. Everything in the nursery was so bright. His sister blurred slightly as she crawled ahead of him, the light color of her rubber panties shining bright against the pastel purple of her dress.

Daddy chuckled as he watched the babies drunkenly crawl their way toward the other side of the nursery. He was going to have so much fun with his little ones.