I ring the bell of the clients house. The neighbourhood is peaceful and quiet, as I wait I look around at the neat and tidy garden and those of the neighbours, it's much nicer than the run down area where I live, with it's cracked pavements, litter everywhere and small gardens full of weeds. I'd never even come to this part of town if it wasn't for my job of babysitting, which as a man isn't the most lucrative job, i don't even really like kids, I get a bit jealous of how easy they have it, one of the enjoyable parts of the job is playing and being childish with them, almost reliving that long kost part of life, then you have to be an adult again and it sucks, but I have to make money somehow, so here I am.

The door opens and a young man stands smiling at me welcoming me in. As I step in the house is strangly quiet, most times when I entwr a home it's loud and chaotic, not calm and peaceful. I think who I assume is the dad notices me looking around at the tidy home.

"My son is currently asleep, I'll wake him in a bit. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please, thanks." He guides me to the kitchen, stopping at every doorway to show me each room, each suspiciously clean and tidy room.

"You have a very nice home. Very clean and tidy, way more than most I've visited." He smiles and hands me my drink.

"Yes, well my son doesn't make much of a mess and I work from home so I can keep on top of things." I finish my drink and he takes the glass from me.

"Shall I show you to his room, it's about time he woke up." I nod, for some reason the movement makes me feel a bit dizzy but I'm sure it'll fine. As we walk down the hallway my knees begin to feel strangely weak and I have to support myself with my hand against the wall. Opening the door the dad guides me in and stepping through the door I find a child's room but it's empty, only other thing weird was a strangely oversized cot. I go to ask what is happening but I don't manage to as the room starts to spin amd my knees give out, I feel the man behind me catch me, his strong arms holding my limp body under both my shoulders.

"That's it, go to sleep." I stare around the room in confusion and panic as my eyelids get heavy and I struggle to hold them open. The man lowers me to the floor and holds me in a comforting embrace as I fade into darkness.

I awake in what looks like the same room except I'm looking at the ceiling and seem to be in the large cot, the bars of the bed rising high into view as I stair straight up. The room is much darker as the evening sun shines against the closed curtains causing the room to be lit dimmly, creating a strangly restful atmosphere. Something feels weird and exposing, I'm definitely not wearing trousers, instead what feels like some sort of bulky underwear and instead of my shirt I seem to be wearing a t-shirt of some sort. I move my head see that the bulky underwear I've been dressed in is a large white diaper. Why has my captor put me in a diaper? Does he expect me to piss myself? I must get free and away from this creep. As I try to move I notice that my arms and legs are tied to each corner of the bed, held by large padded straps and chained to the legs pf the cot. I tug on them and try to cry for help only to hear muffled cries and notice that a large pacifier has been strapped to my face, effectively gagging me. I pull on the restraints despite to escape but they hold firm and I'm stuck laying on my back, spreadeagle and in a diaper like some large baby. With nothing do I lay in defeat and suck on the object in my mouth and wait for my captor to release me.

After some time my sucking on the pacifier is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and I turn my head to see my captor walking calmly in.

"Hey my baby boy. Are you awake from your nap?" I pull on my restraints and yell at him through my gag as he steps closer, as I try to tell him that he better release me or he'll be in trouble. He reaches the bars of my cot and looks down at my struggling body smiling.

"Wow, it looks like you woke up from your nap with a lot of energy." I stop struggling as I realise that it's not going to achieve anything, in fact he seemed to like it.

"Are you hungry? I have your dinner. But you have to be a good boy when I take out your paci. No naughty words and no attitude or you get nothing." I lay still not sure what to do, should I cause trouble or is that what he wants? Also refusing to eat is something that would only seem to harm me and not him, if eat I can still escape, where as if I don't I'll be making myself weaker. I watch helplessly as he reaches in and undoes my gag and pulls put the pacifier and places it on my chest, my salvia and drool dripping from it and quickly creating a damp patch on my t-shirt.

"Pleas..." before I continue a large baby bottle full of liquid is shoved into my mouth.

"Come on baby eat up for daddy and become a big strong boy." Without any real options I begin to suck on the bottle and the bland tasting thick liquid starts to fill my mouth as I drink it down.

"That's a good boy, eat your din dins." I stare at the bottle and at my captor who looks watches me drink my liquid meal with a disturbing look on his face, he looks at me as if I'm actually his helpless baby.

Finally finished my captor removes the now empty bottle from my mouth and I give an uncomfortable burp from my full stomach.

"Aw is my precious baby full?" His precious baby? I go to tell him what his precious baby thinks about all this but my pacifier is quickly shoved back into my mouth and I'm left screaming into it as I pull on my restraints once again. As I struggle his hand gently strokes my face as if to calm me.

"Sssshhh, calm down sweetie. There's nothing you can do, just accept and enjoy your life. I'll look after you and make sure that you have lots of fun. But first you need to learn to behave." He turns and leaves.

"I'll be back later to check on you." Atvthis he closes to door, leaving me alone once again tied to the bed. I weakly pull on my restraints but feeling full I no longer have the energy to fight and just lay on my back looking at the ceiling and the tiny mobile hoovering above me.

I awake from a light sleep to a pain in my crotch, my cock was trying to get erect as I feel pleasure building in my bladder. Something was preventing my cock from getting hard and now the only way to prevent the crushing feeling is to relieve myself. As my cock continues to strain and my bladder continues to fill, I desperately try to hold it in, I will not piss myself like a baby and give the creep holding me prisoner the satisfaction. As pleasure continues to build I begin to move my legs and wiggle in a futile attempt to keep it in but I know that it's a losing battle. I let out a muffled whimper as I feel warm piss spread through my diaper and a watch in disgust as the white of the diaper turns yellow as I piss myself. Tears form in my eyes as I lay defeated sitting in a soggy damp diaper, made so by my own waste. What's worse is that for some reason the feeling of the wet diaper has only caused my cock to strain against whatever is preventing my from getting an erection, adding more discomfort to my situation.

As I hear the bedroom door open I try to move my legs in embarrassment and shame to hide my damp diaper. As he reaches my cot his hand reaches down and touches my soggy diaper and he smiles.

"It's ok baby. You're supposed to go in your diaper. You were a good boy. Now let's change you into a nice and clean diaper." My heart races and I try to move away as my captor lowers the side of the cot to gain better access to me. I try to kick out at him as he undoes my diaper but my legs are held firm by the restraints and I feel air against my exposed crotch. Looking down I learn why my cock hurts whenever it tries to get hard, I see a small shiny metal chastity cage sealed around my cock.

"Yes that is a chastity cage around you cock, I know it's not nice but babies don't get erections and I don't want you to misbehave and touch your wee wee when you get excited." I feel slight relief as the fresh diaper is put on me and my crotch is safely covered, away from the eyes and hands of my creepy captor.

"There we go sweety, all changed, nice and dry. I'll be back in a while to give you your night time feeding and then tuck you in for the night." He strokes my head and I do nothing but stare at him, part of me feels scared but so far he hasn't actually done anything violent towards me, sure being tied to a bed and stuck in diapers isn't something I want or like but he hasn't hit me or tried to fuck me, he seems to genuinely want to look after me. I watch him leave and shit the door again, weirdly part of me hates how he left me alone. Why am I wanting his company? I should be think about getting away from the weirdo who wants to make me his baby. Make his baby and look after me and care for me and remove all stress from my life. No I'm an adult, not a child, I shouldn't want to be in such a humiliating situation. I pull on my restraints a bit more but quickly give up and just lay staring at the ceiling, waiting for my captor to return and to feed me and tuck me in for the night.

The room slowly turns dark, causing creepy shadows to form as my room grows scarier but a warm yellow light begins to glow from below the cot, leaving the room in a warm dim relaxing light. I turn at the sudden noise of my door opening and my captor walking in.

"Time for your night time feed. You hungry?" I moan into my gag, more just a general noise of defiance but I actually am slightly hungry. I feel the large pacifier leave my mouth, it feeling weirdly empty without it, and it resting damply on my chest.

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise." His hand affectionately strokes my head.

"Let you go? Don't be silly. This is your home now. Your safe here with me. The world outside is dangerous for someone so young but don't worry daddy will look after you." Before I can respond with some rude words that a baby wouldn't know the bottle is shoved into my mouth and I begin to drink the liquid down and suck on the my bottle.

"That's it daring, eat your dinner like a good boy. You are hungry aren't you." I continue to gulp my meal down, filling my stomach, as I do I stare at my so called daddy, the confusing mixed thoughts entering my mind again, making me more annoyed with myself than the person forcing me to be their child.

Finishing my bottle my pacifier is quickly strapped back into my mouth, the feeling of it is weirdly comforting. My captor pulls a soft blanket over my body and up to my neck and picks up a teddy bear and places it next to me, resting against my side, its head propped up onto of my restrained arm.

"Mr Teddy will keep you company during the night, so there's no reason to be scared. I'll also leave you night light on so you're not left in the dark. And I'll be able to hear you on the baby monitor, so of you need me in the night just cry. I'll also put on your sleepy tape." He holds up a brightly coloured bulky tape player,  which reminded me of one I had growing up, and puts in a cassette and preases play. He leans over and gently kisses my forehead.

"Night night sweetie." With that he gives me another loving smile and leaves the room. Part of me wishes I could rub the area where he kissed me but feeling full and in the dim light I also feel really sleepy and my eyes start to grow heavy, part of me wonders if there was something in my meal, it did taste slightly different than the previous one. As I begin to fall asleep, my head resting next to Mr Teddy, I start to hear the quiet words of my sleepy tape.

"You are a baby. You want to be a baby. Being an adult sucks. You hate being an adult. You don't wanr to be an adult. Being an adult is bad. Being a baby is good  You love being a baby. You love your daddy. Your daddy loves you. Your daddy takes care of you. Your daddy changes your diapers. You need your diapers. Good boys use their diapers. You want to be a good boy for daddy. You arw a baby..." As I drift off the repeating, soft, quiet words of the tape wash over me, creating a restful background noise.

"I'm a baby." The words murmur out of my mouth as I fall asleep.

I find myself playing in a garden, still in just a t-shirt and diaper but I don't seem to care, instead I'm just enjoying having fun. I hear a man behind me lovingly call my name and I happily run to him and hug him, his arms embrace me in a tight hug, I feel safe, secure, happy, loved, I never want to let go.

I awake from my deep peaceful sleep with a pain in my crotch and pleasure in my bladder. I moan and wiggle in my cot, unable to do anything about the situation. I moan in disgust and defeat as I feel my diaper get wet as my warm piss flows into it. I feel conflicted about making to much noise and getting my captor to come in and change me, part of me still doesn't want him to see me like this, it's embarrassing having someone see that you've wet yourself and he also wants me to do it but another part of me just wants to be changed. I lay in my soggy diaper as I try to decide what to do, until to fall into a restless sleep.

I'm outside in a busy crowded area, in my normal adult clothes. How did I get here? Did I escape? Where am I? I'm lost! I don't know where I am! I feel pressure in my bladder and feel a warm damp feeling as I piss myself, a large dark damp patch spreading through my jeans. I need someone to help me but no one atops to help, they all just walk past me as if I'm not there. Tears form in my eyes as I begin to feel afraid and panic. I need to be changed. I need to find my home. I need my daddy.

I awake sweating from my nightmare with a loud muffled noise. Hearing noises I go silent as heavy footsteps get closer and closer. I jump slightly as my door is open, expecting my captor to be angry and annoyed but he just looks at me calmly.

"What's wrong baby? Did you have a bad dream? It's ok, daddy's here. There's nothing to be frightened about." He strokes my head reassuringly and I somehow feel comforted by his touch. His hand pulls back my blanket and he touches my wet diaper and he lowers the side of the cot.

"Is that the problem? You had an accident in your sleep. That's ok sweetie, these things happen. Let's get you changed so you can go back to sleep." I feel my diaper undo and it be pulled away, leaving my lower half exposed but strangly I don't feel as vulnerable as I did before. Back in a fresh diaper I smile slightly at the fact that I'm no longer trapped in my soggy mess.

"I'm glad to see that you're feeling better now." I stop smiling as I realise what I've done in front of my captor, I'd gotten to comfortable around him. How did I let my guard down? I watch him put the side of my cot back up and him pick up the tape player and turn the tape over before pressing play. He once again leans over me and kisses me before sliding my blanket back up to my neck and readjusting Mr Teddy.

"Now be a good boy for daddy and go back to sleep." With that he leaves to room. A small part of me wants to rebel at the instruction to be a good boy but the comfort of my new diaper, being tucked in and my teddy next to me, combined with still being tired and the quiet hypnotic sleepy tape playing in the background instead makes me sleepy and I decide to just rest for now and save my energy for tomorrow, maybe I'll escape from daddy then.

I wake to early morning sunlight shining through the curtains and a rumbling in my guts. Oh no, I need to go to the toilet badly. As pleasure builds in my ass I frantically pull on my restraints but as usual they hold strong. I freeze as my body gives up and I feel and smell warm, wet sludge spread across my butt as I shit myself in my diaper like a helpless baby, tears of humiliation fill my eyes as I lay in my own smelly waste and wait for my daddy to come and change and clean me.

When my bedroom door finally opens I'm almost relieved to see my captor, a small smile creeping across my face. I moan into my gag trying to tell him what's wrong as he walks up to me.

"Someone's done a stinky one haven't they." He pulls back my blanket and slides a mat underneath me before he removes my messy diaper, the smell only getting worse now that it's open. He quickly puts it into a bag and wipes away any residual mess with a wet wipe before putting me into a nice clean fresh diaper, which felt strangly wonderful.

"There we go, you're nolonger my stinky little boy but my beautiful clean boy." I feel myself smiling back at him at what he said. Why am I smiling at this mad man?

"Now time for your breakfast, which is what I came in here to do." At this he pulls out my pacifier, the empty feeling making me slightly sad for some reason.

"Thankyou for changing me daddy." What did I just say? It just slipped out. Why did I say that? Why did I feel like I meant it? Why did I call him daddy?

"Thankyou sweetie, I'm glad that you're happy now. What would show me that you're grateful is being a good boy and eating all your breakfast." Yet again before I can saying anything confrontational the bottle is placed in my mouth and almost instinctively I begin to suck on it and drink down my meal. As I drink I stare at my captor, my daddy, after spending the whole night and him not doing anything to me I feel more safe around him, like I know that he won't harm me in any way, sure he is keeping me here against my will but he seems to genuinely cure about me. Removing the bottle he quickly put my pacifier back in and straps it tightly and I weirdly feel happy being able to suck on it again. He takes away my blanket and folds it up, placing it neatly on a set of draws.

"Do you want to keep Mr Teddy with you?" Not wanting to be completely alone I nod my head.

"Ok then, you and Mr Teddy play nicely together." At this he turns and walks out the room.

I lightly pull on my restraints, I know that they won't break on xome loose, it's more to keep me from going crazy after hours laying in my cot doing nothing. I turn to see my captor walk in through the door and part of me is relieved to have company again. We go through the same process of him feeding me and I feel sad when he leaves, left in the eternal boredom of my new existence. So after he leaves I feel pressure in my bladder and before I can think to hold it a stream of warm piss uncontrollably starts to fill my diaper. I moan into my gag as I'm now stuck here with nothing to do while feeling the constant dampness of my soiled diaper.

I must have dozed off at some point as the daylight seems dimmer and my stomach rumbles as a familiar horrible feeling washes over me. I try to fight it but quickly give up knowing that I don't really have an option, the fighting is only a futile attempt at having control, and I feel the horrid feeling of warm shit filling my already soggy diaper. Thankfully I don't have to wait long for daddy, my captor, to walk into my room. I feel relieved and happy as he undoes my diaper and cleans me with wet wipes.

"You've made quite a mess haven't you. But not to worry, today is bath day." I panic a bit as my pacifier gag is replaced with the feeding bottle, as instead of putting on a fresh diaper my lower half is just left exposed amd on full display.

After finishing my meal I see daddy hold up a needle, I try to move but have nowhere to go as I feel it sting into my arm amd my captor just sits back watching as whatever he's given me takes affect. Within a few minutes my body is completely limp and unmovable, inside my mind races with panic and distress. Is this permanent, has he paralysed me for the rest of my life?

"It's ok sweetie, this is just temporary, the drug should ware off in an hour or so, they're only so that I can give you Bath time without you misbehaving and being naughty. Once I can trust you to behave then I won't need to do this to you." I feel my gag taken off and place on top of a set of draws and my limp mouth just flops open with a small stream of drool pouring out. I then feel his hands on my crotch and feel him remove my chastity cage, great, my cock finally free when I can't touch it. I then feel the restraints undo from around my wrists and ankles, finally my chance to escape, as my t-shirt is taken off I struggle with all my strength to move, to get away, to flee from my crazy captor but all I achieve is a small groaning sound from my open mouth before I'm lifted out of my cot and carried out of the room. Reaching the bathroom my limp body is carefully and gently lowered into the bathtub. For a moment the feeling of the warm water makes me feel relaxed before I remember what is happening to me. Unable to move I lay in the water as my captor washes every inch of my body clean, removing the dirt and sweat collected in my 24 hours as his baby, washing my hair and rubbing my body with a small hand towel. Internally I flinch as his hand touches my completely defenseless balls, his hands and towel cleaning them just like every other part of my body. The worst part is that my cock begins to get hard at the feel of being touched, especially after being locked in a chastity cage.

"It's alright, I'm only touching you little wee wee to clean it, nothing else. If anything you're the one being inappropriate by getting aroused by your daddy. This is why I have to keep you locked up, I can't have you getting hard and touching yourself to thoughts of your old man can I." I feel my cheeks blush with embarrassment as I try to will my cock to go limp, only the humiliation seems to only be making me harder. Thankfully daddy moves on and helps me wash other areas of my body, allowing my cock to go limp again.

Getting me out of the bath I'm placed down onto a towel as my captor dries my body before carrying me back to my cot. I feel a new t-shirt be pulled onto me, my limp arms being guided through, my drooling mouth immediately making it damp and feel a new diaper placed around my lower half. As I'm strapped back into my restraints and gagged I feel relieved that I'm back in my diapers, sure it's humiliating and slightly disgusting to use them but it's better than nothing. Once again like the night before daddy puts the blanket over me and positions Mr Teddy next to me and puts on my sleepy tape, he then kisses me goodnight and turns off the light before leaving. Feeling relaxed after my nice hot bath and all ticked in with my sleepy tape playing g as background noise I find myself quickly drifting off into a deep and peaceful sleep, so deep that I don't wake when I piss myself in my diaper in the middle of the night.

Six months later

I awake in the morning as daddy opens my bedroom door, I smile seeing him.

"Morning sweetie. Did you have a good nights sleep." I stretch as much as I can in my restraints and yawn. At some point I must have wet myself during the night as my diaper is wet but I don't mind as daddy will change me. Once changed daddy brings a bottle to my lips and I take it hungrily, gulping down the liquid inside as I look at my loving daddy.

"Are you still hungry?" I smile at daddy.

"Yes daddy." At this he pulls out his cock and moves his morning wood towards my mouth, like with my bottle I immediately take his cock and begin sucking on it hungrily as it moves in and out, deeper and deeper into my mouth as my head bobs back and forth, my effort quickly rewarding me with tasty delicious cum. Pulling his cock away he tucks it in his underwear and smiles at me lovingly.

"Did you want out of your cot?" I look at him with confusion, for so long this cot has been my whole world. He reaches over me and undoes my restraints, for a moment my arms and legs stay still as if they were still tied to the bed but I slowly begin to remember how to move them. As I slowly move my arms they feel weak from lack of use and I wrap them around Mr Teddy as daddy carefully helps me up into a sitting position. Seeing that I'm feeling unsure daddy hands me one of my pacifiers and I try to grip it in my hand almost dropping it in my weak fingers before clumsily putting it in my mouth and start to suck on it contently, the action calming me. I feel daddy slowly and gently help me down from my cot, my flimsy legs instantly buckle under me and am left on the floor on my hands and knees, my balance slightly unsteady as I begin to crawl around my bedroom and explore it, finding toys and colouring books and dolls and cuddles. Slightly overwhelmed at all the stimulation after six months of nothing but staring at the ceiling in my cot I quickly crawl back to daddy and hug his leg.

"Do you want me to play with you?" I look up and nod at him. He drops down to the floor and we begin to play together with my toys. After some time I feel much more happy and comfortable.

"Now then I have to go and do some work, will you be alright playing on your own?" I look up at daddy slightly unsure, part of me always wishes he could stay with me but I think I'll be alright now, it was a bit overwhelming at first but I'm enjoying myself now.

"I'll be good daddy." He gives me a kiss on the forehead and gets up, I watch as he goes, the door closing and locking behind him, leaving me trapped in my bedroom. Any thoughts of trying to get out quickly vanish as I continue to play with my toys. Along with Mr Teddy I build a house out of building blocks, put shapes through different holes, play with various stuffed animals, including a dinosaur, penguin, dog, cat, dolphin and elephant, did some colouring and drawing and my favourite a toy where you move beads along bendy metal poles for one end to the other, I could play with that for hours.

I yawn not noticing how much time has passed, my eyes begin to get slightly heavy. I'm brought out of my playing by the sound of the door opening and daddy walking in with a bottle and a plate. He sits down next to me.

"Did you enjoy playing with all your toys?" I smile and hug him.

"Yes daddy they're all amazing, thankyou."

"Thought we'd try something else new, would you like to eat some solid food?" I look unsure at the sliced banana on the plate.

"I'd love to daddy."

"Good boy." He holds the plate out and with my weak hands are reach out and take a bit, crushing it slightly in my fingers before placing it in my mouth. As it sits there I take in the flavour and smile

"You're supposed to chew it " how did I forget that, of course you chew food. I slowly start to chew on it, almost as if I had to struggle to remember how.

"Do you like it?" Swallowing i smile.

"Yes daddy, can I please have some more?" I eat up all the slices and drink down my bottle. As I drink I feel daddy's hand on my diaper, only then noticing that I'd wet myself during my play session. Finishing my drink I calmly lay on the changing mat as daddy changes my diaper and then slowly climb into my cot. Already tired from playing, the full stomach now makes me definitely ready for my afternoon nap. Daddy hands me Mr Teddy and puts my blanket over me as I crawl up and cuddle Mr Teddy. I close my eyes as daddy gives me a loving kiss on the forehead amd I drift off to sleep. Exhausted I lay asleep in my cot, my arms around Mr Teddy, daddy tuens on the cassette player and one of my sleepy tapes begins to play in the background, telling me how good boys stay in their room and play nicely and that I don't want to leave.

Two and a half years later

I sit on the floor of rhe living room watching cartoons and cuddling Mr Teddy and sucking on my pacifier. I barely notice the damp patch forming in my diaper as I wet myself without thinking.

I turn to see daddy walk in with a small plate of snacks, a few crisps, some sliced banana and apple, some grapes, a few chocolate buttons and some crackers and a sippy cup full of juice.

"Once you're cartoon is finished I've got a surprise for you." A surprise? What's daddy up to? My thoughts quickly return to my show as the bright colours distract me and I happily start eating my lunch and drink from my special cup. As the show ends I remember my surprise and picking up my plate walk to the kitchen to find daddy. Entering I see him holding a large cake.

"Happy birthday!" I smile up at daddy excitedly. I watch as he places the cake in the kitchen table and lights the candles. I climb up onto the kitchen stall and look at the cake and watch the flickering candles.

"Do you know how many candles there are?" I count them out loud

"One, two, three. Three!"

"Good boy. Do you know why there are three candles?" I shake my head.

"Cause today is your 3rd birthday! It's been 3 years since you came into my life and became my sweet little baby boy." I smile, three years, I've been with daddy for three years.

"How old are you daddy?" He smiles at me.

"A lot more than three years." I look at him thinking of bigger numbers.

"Six?"

"No bigger than six."

"10?" He shakes his head.

"100!"

"No, I'm not that old yiu cheeky monkey." At this he tickles me causing me to laugh uncontrollably.

"Now make a wish and blow out your candles." I think hard about what I really want. I wish I could be daddy's special 3 year old forever and ever. I take a deep breath and blow out the candles, smiling in my victory.

I love my daddy, he takes go care of me, he plays with me, cuddles me, comforts me when I have scary nightmares about being an adult all on my own, sometimes when I'm really scared he lets me sleep in his bed with him, changes my diapers when I've unknowingly made a mess, he even makes sure I'm behaving by punishing me with spankings, he washes me in the bath, he buys me toys and cuddles, and he does so much more for me, he's the best daddy in the world and I'm so lucky to have him as my daddy.