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Mason looked out across the Manhattan skyline as Naomi sipped her mimosa. It was a beautiful day and what better way to spend it than having a delicious bottomless brunch on a cruise around the island.

Such a Sunday activity would normally be out of the budget for Mason and his girlfriend Naomi; in fact, it still was. The entire outing had been completely covered by Naomi's rich friend Bianca, who had been keenly excited to introduce the couple to her newest boyfriend. Naomi was eager to meet her best friend's new beau and Mason wasn't going to say no the an all-expenses-paid cruise. Sure, the cruise would probably be more of a ladies' gossip over mimosas, but Mason didn't mind. How often would he get a free meal? Not only that, but two meals in one!

The cruise had set off minutes ago and yet, the two hadn't seen Bianca or her boyfriend at their assigned table. So, the couple took their drinks to the side of the boat to enjoy the view.

Naomi's phone buzzed. She looked at it. "They're on the boat," Naomi read. "She said she's just freshening him up a little bit."

Mason's eyebrows raised. That seemed odd. Bianca was helping him get ready in the bathroom? He supposed Bianca really wanted her boyfriend to make a good first impression. Mason looked down at his own clothes. "Maybe I'm underdressed," he thought aloud. It was a fancy cruise, after all.

"You look great, babe," Naomi reassured him, looking up briefly from her phone.

"Well, should we meet them back at the table?" Mason pondered.

Naomi's phone buzzed again. "She said they'll be easy to spot."

Mason looked out again over the river before taking another sip of his mimosa. But, there was none left. He had, in fact, hit the bottom.

"I'm going to get another refill," he told Naomi before taking a step towards their table. He stopped in his tracks, however, as he noticed Bianca walking towards them from the back of the boat and holding hands with some guy. The immediate assumption would have been that this "guy" was the boyfriend she had been talking about, but Mason's brain struggled to comprehend that this could be her boyfriend. He held her hand, but waddled a few steps behind her. It was more like he was being lead along by her than them walking hand-in-hand.

His shirt was royal blue, but otherwise hard to make out from a distance. However, Mason could  immediately identify what he was wearing as bottoms - it was unmistakable. The man wore no pants, but a huge diaper around his waist. Across it were scribed some words that Mason could only make out as "Baby Boy" as the pair got closer.

Without turning his head, Mason furiously tapped Naomi's shoulder and pointed to the man as the two approached. Naomi turned to greet them with more excitement than the slackjawed Mason.

"Oh... my.... GOD!" Naomi squealed, throwing her hands up in the air. "He's even more adorable in person! That's such a cute sailor outfit!"

Sure enough, up close Mason realized that the royal blue shirt was the top half of a sailor's outfit, complete with a royal blue sailor hat and a baby blue pacifier that the grown man was audibly sucking on.

"Baby, can you introduce yourself?" Bianca instructed her boyfriend.

Only briefly making eye contact, the man muttered past his paci, "Bwandon."

"Brandon," Bianca clarified.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Brandon," Naomi cooed.

"Sorry for the wait," Bianca apologized. "Brandy made a stinky on the way here. I had to change him into a fresh diaper on the boat."

Mason stifled a laugh. "I thought they didn't let babies on board."

"He's not an actual baby," Naomi corrected, as if Mason couldn't possibly already know that.

"27 going on 2," Bianca joked, giving both her and Naomi a big laugh.

Mason was stunned, but Bianca explained the whole situation on the way back to their reserved table. So many of Bianca's shitty exes had been with her for the money. Mason had heard about many of them through the grapevine on several different occasions as Bianca and Naomi had gossiped late into the night. Anyway, Bianca had read some article online about a new trend called "Adult Baby Dependency Learning." Apparently, women were using it to train their boyfriends to be so dependent that they'd need to depend on them for everything, including using the bathroom. Mason couldn't keep up with all the details, but it involved light hypnosis and heavy conditioning until businessman Brandon became baby Brandy in only three months.

"He used to talk back so much," Bianca ruminated. "Now, he listens to everything I say. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy," Brandon responded immediately as he sat in his highchair, playing with his stuffed monkey.

"Well, sex can't be that good," Mason surmised.

A cackle flew out of Bianca's mouth. "Oh, Brandon can't have sex," she reassured. "Although sometimes he makes a sticky mess during diaper changes, doesn't he?"

Brandon blushed, hiding his face behind his stuffed monkey, as if that would save him any shame.

"No, only Mommy can have sex," Bianca continued. "He's like my little sex toy, nothing more."

"Does that mean...?" Naomi asked without asking, a suggestive grin growing on her face.

Bianca leaned in to the table to quietly say, "Let's just say Brandy already ate before brunch."

The two ladies broke into hysterics. Mason was baffled, but the women were having the time of their lives. It finally made sense why Naomi had been so excited to meet the little rascal. He was a non-stop laughing stock.

The waitress came by. "Should I get another round of mimosas for the table?"

"Three mimosas, please," Bianca ordered. "The little guy will just have orange juice in his sippy cup."

The waitress nodded and left. The girls continued to gossip about stroller jogs through the park, finding babysitters for ladies' night out, and, of course, penis sizes, particularly Brandon's unfortunate penis. "A dick meant for diapers," Bianca joked, again to uproarious laughter.

The waitress returned, handing a mimosa and a sippy cup of OJ to Bianca. Bianca held the sippy cup up to Brandon to ensure that he held it firmly in both hands before he let go.

Everyone ordered their brunch. Mason savored his French toast with blueberry syrup after watching Bianca order an avocado toast for herself and strawberry yogurt for her "boyfriend." As Mason poured his syrup, he watched as Bianca spoonfed the baby boy scoop after scoop of yogurt. They'd continually run down his chin, sometimes dripping down onto his exposed diaper. Brandon squirmed in his seat as Bianca continually to wipe his chin and exclaim about what a "messy boy" he was; although, Mason suspected Bianca was making him a mess on purpose, salivating at how embarrassed it made him.

Finally, Bianca was able to make a dent in her own meal before declaring she was going to make a quick trip to the bathroom.

"I'll go with you," Naomi said, standing up.

"Watch Brandon for me, will you?" Bianca asked Mason. "Don't worry, he'll be good."

The women walked off from the table, leaving Mason and Brandon in an awkward silence. Mason hadn't had to hold much conversation since the girls had gotten to gossiping about the baby. But, sitting here, just the two of them, the strange reality hit that he wasn't a baby. He was a grown man, probably with hobbies, favorite sports teams, etc. Yet, to acknowledge any of that seemed bizarre in this instance, so Mason was at a loss for words. After a minute, Mason couldn't contain his curiosity anymore and he vocalized what he was really thinking.

"How could you let this happen to you?"

Brandon made direct eye contact with Mason for the first time all day.

"I mean, you're an adult man. Dominating the business world," Mason said. "And then what? A pretty girl comes around with a bit of cash and a stack of diapers and you sell your manhood? I'm honestly just curious; it's a pretty wild choice."

"It's not tha' thimple," Brandon spoke up, spitting all over himself with each syllable.

Mason stood up and removed the man's pacifier. "What?"

"It's not that simple," Brandon repeated. "It wasn't a choice. I didn't even realize it was happening." After a pause, Brandon sent a chill to Mason, "It could happen to you."

Mason scoffed, shaking off the idea. "Dude, you don't even know me. And you don't know Naomi. It'd be a cold day in hell before I'm shitting and pissing myself because of a girl. I'm not trying to be a dick, but some of us aren't so weak-minded. It's honestly why we're all laughing. It's not so much that you're dressed as a baby... well, it is that, too, obviously. But, it's that you put up with it that's so fucking funny."

"You have no idea," Brandon lamented. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mason dismissed, shoving the pacifier back in between his lips. "Enjoy baby powder and bubble baths."

After that, the ladies returned from the bathroom and their brunch cruise continued.

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"I'm so glad we can do this more often," Naomi beamed. "It's so nice to get out of the apartment."

"Well, the weather's been perfect for it," Bianca responded. "Besides, I have so much more savings ever since I sold all of Brandon's stuff. His motorcycle alone went for $10,000. And now he can ride his trike around the street and it was only $50."

"Well, thanks for treating us again," Naomi acknowledged. "I didn't realize how costly adult diapers were. And poor Mason is blowing through them."

"Mommy..." Mason chimed in.

Naomi turned to where Mason was sitting in his highchair. "Not now, honey. The grown-ups are talking." And with that, she turned back to talk to Bianca.

Mason sat across the brunch table from Brandon, the same as when they had sat at this same table six months ago. But, in that time, Naomi had adopted Bianca's "ABDL" trend and rendered Mason completely diaper dependent, just like Brandon had said. Mason didn't dare talk back or stand up for himself the way he had wanted to. He had done that before and learned his lesson months prior - he had the rash from that experience for weeks. He knew he couldn't change his own diaper, so he had to sit silently and be a good boy before Mommy would change his diaper.

Mason didn't even have the gift of wearing a top like Brandon did. He sat bare-chested in his highchair, wearing nothing but a currently soaked diaper that ironically said, "Warning! VERY WET DIAPER" on the front. He chuckled internally from the memory of feeling underdressed last time.

"Sorry about that," Naomi said to Bianca. "Mason can still be a little bit of a brat sometimes."

"Don't worry," Bianca replied. "I know some great conditioning tips that teach boys only to speak when spoken to. A few dismissive 'that's cute's or my favorite 'that's a lot of big words for such a tiny guy' makes them feel too stupid to keep babbling at you."

Mason blushed in his highchair. Even though he could clearly hear every word of their conversation, he was embarrassed knowing that these tricks would work on him regardless.

"You know, next Sunday you can drop the rugrat off at my place and we can do just-ladies' brunch while the boys have a playdate," Bianca suggested. "I know a great babysitter who can keep them occupied. Last week, she had Brandon hump his stuffed monkey until he made goo-goo in his diapie. Maybe she could have the two boys dry hump each other."

"Aww, that'd be so cute," Naomi cheered. "Make sure she takes lots of photos. I'm making a Baby's First Scrapbook right now. I have to show you the polaroid I took of Mason with Elmo last week."

Mason and Brandon both sank in their highchairs, at the respective humiliating anecdotes of stuffed animal humping and Sesame Street meet-and-greets shared so openly.

"Hi ladies, can I get you something to drink?" a waitress asked.

"Two mimosas and two orange juices, please," Bianca ordered.

"Actually, two mimosas, one orange juice," Naomi corrected. "I have Mason only on breastmilk. Speaking of which..."

Naomi nonchalantly pulled down the straps of her dress, causing her milky breasts to bounce to their natural resting place in front of the entire cruise. "Breakfast time," she announced.

Mason pitched a tent in his diaper. Poor thing thought he could resist, that it would never happen to him. As he drooled onto his exposed chest, he knew that he was fully dependent on Mommy for breakfast, lunch, dinner... or brunch.