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I arrive home from work on a Friday afternoon, expecting to spend a quiet weekend alone at home, resting up from a hard week at work.
I'm surprised to find my out-of-town friend Billy waiting for me in my apartment, telling me that he talked the Super into letting him in. I'm even more surprised when he quickly grabs my hands and inserts them into a pair of cute fuzzy babyish mittens which he quickly locks on at the wrists. I find that I am completely unable to use my hands for anything. He clips a short chain to one of my wrists and attaches it to a heating riser. "That should keep you out of mischief for a while, while I go and unload my truck". He puts a pacifier in my mouth, and goes downstairs.
Several minutes later he re-enters with some suitcases and some very large boxes. He says, "I've got some surprises for you", as he goes into my bedroom to unpack and set things up, leaving me chained to the riser, and wondering what he's up to.
After about 15 minutes, he comes out of the bedroom and releases me. Taking my hand, he leads me into the bedroom, where I see that my twin bed has been turned into a full-sized crib, complete with head and foot boards and side rails on both sides, high enough so that there would be no way out when they were up. Billy undresses me and lays me down in the crib, where he then proceeds to powder me and pin two large thick diapers on me. He pulls on a pair of plastic pants. Then he dresses me in a cute babyish romper suit. He leaves me in the crib, saying he's got some more setting up to do. "Here, drink this", he says, handing me a bottle of formula.
When he lets me out of the crib, he takes me back into the living room, where in the center of the floor is now a large wooden play-pen filled with toys. Placing me in the play pen, he turns on the TV and tunes in some cartoons. "Have fun, Baby Bobby, while I go make dinner".
Before long, I need to pee. "Billy", I call, "I need to go potty". He replied, "The potty is off limits for the entire weekend. You're diapered, use them for what they are intended". Soon, I am wet.
When dinner is ready, Billy lets me out of the playpen. He feels my diapers and says, "I see you're wet already. But the diapers will hold for a while. I'll change you after dinner". He leads me into the kitchen, and I see that a large-sized high-chair has been set up. He puts me in the high-chair, and lowers the tray so I can't get out. He puts a bib on me, and then proceeds to feed me my dinner of strained liver and peas, and apple sauce for dessert. It tastes pretty awful, and I make a fuss, but Billy manages to get it all into me (except for what lands on my bib). Then I'm given a bottle of juice to drink while Billy eats his liver whole, fried with onions.
The dinner fills me up enough so that I soon have to do my BM, and I plead to be allowed to do it in the potty, but Billy insists that the diapers be used for everything. I hold back for a while, but pretty soon the call of nature wins out, and I make a big BM in my diapers. Billy decides that it would be a good time to change me, so he takes me into the bedroom, puts me back in the crib, and removes my wet and messy diaper, holding his nose as he carries it into the bathroom to clean off. Soon, I am changed and put into my footed sleeper. It's only 7:00, but Billy says, "It's bedtime for little babies. Have a good nights sleep". I get a bottle of formula as the light is turned out and I'm left in my crib.
The next morning, I'm wet, and hungry, and want out of my crib, but I can't climb out (especially with my hands still locked in mittens). Billy doesn't come in, so eventually I start crying like a baby. This brings Billy in, who gives me another bottle, as he cleans me and changes me. Back to the high-chair, where I'm fed my baby cereal. Then I'm dressed for the day. "Today, we're going to the park, Baby Bobby". "You're kidding, Billy", I say. "You're not going to take me outside like this!". "I sure am, Baby". He does let me wear a raincoat over my baby romper to leave the building, so the doorman doesn't see me, but as soon as we're in Billy's car, the raincoat is removed, and I find myself strapped in to an adult- sized child seat. He drives to a park in another part of the city, for which I'm grateful. When we get there, he takes a large baby stroller out of the back, and straps me into it. Putting a pacifier into my mouth, he wheels me into the park. Of course, lots of kids and parents come over to stare, and some of them ask questions. "Oh, Bobby was a bad boy and wet his bed, so he's being treated as a baby", Billy answers them, and most of them laugh. But some of the kids seem somewhat scared, and I guess that they are bed-wetters and have been threatened by their parents with the same sort of thing.
I get to play in the sandbox with the romper set, and get pushed in swing by Billy. Eventually, I get put back in my stroller, and taken back to the car. Billy lets me have the raincoat again as we reenter my building.
At dinner that night, I decide that I've had enough of this, and refuse to eat my baby food. Billy gets good and mad, and before I know it, I find myself across Billy's knee, with my wrists and ankles chained to the chair legs. My plastic pants and wet diapers get taken down, and I get a good, long spanking. After that, Billy pins my wet diapers back up. "You're not getting changed until tomorrow morning. The diaper rash on top of your sore bottom should help you to remember to behave. And since you don't want to eat like a good little baby, I'll have to feed you a different way". He straps a strange contraption into my mouth. It turns out to be an inflatable nipple, which when inflated fills my mouth. The nipple has two layers. The inner layer is solid rubber, to hold the air for inflation. The outer layer is porous, and as a tube is attached to the outside, I feel water start emerging from the nipple. There's no way to stop the flow, and I have to swallow as fast as I can to stop from choking. Eventually, I drink two quarts of water this way. "I hope you learned that being fed is not the most unpleasant way to get nourishment", Billy says as he unhooks the tubing. He deflates the nipple a bit, but leaves it strapped in my mouth. "It makes a good pacifier," Billy says. He puts me into my crib, turns me on my stomach, and just for good measure, attaches my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. "Have a good nights sleep, Baby Bobby. Maybe you'll be a good boy tomorrow". With my diapers already wet, and the two quarts of water I was make fed, I was soon soaked, and leaking all over the bed, but with my wrists and ankles strapped to the bed, I had no choice but to lay there in the wetness. Eventually, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I had to cry again to get Billy to come in. This time, I was crying for real, because I was beginning to develop a diaper rash. Billy came in and said, "I hope you learned your lesson, and will be a good baby today". He released my wrists and ankles, removed my wet diapers, and dried off the wet rubber sheet on the crib. Then he rubbed Desitin all over my diaper area, powdered me, and rediapered me in dry diapers. When he fed me my breakfast, I didn't resist at all. I had learned my lesson. Billy played with me in the playpen for the rest of the morning, which was lots of fun. Then, he began to pack, because he had to leave. He disassembled all the baby furniture, and packed it all up in boxes, which he carried down to his truck. Then he packed his valises. Changing me one last time, he took his bags and left. I started to protest that my hands were still locked in the mittens, but he said, "Those mittens will stay on for a while as a reminder of my visit", and left.
I wondered what I was going to do, but with my hands restrained that way, I could not release myself at all. I didn't think that Billy would be cruel enough to leave me completely helpless like that, but I certainly looked like he did. And of course, I wet myself and had no way of changing my wet diapers, either. Several hours later, around 8 PM, I heard a key in my door, and figured Billy had come back to finally release me, but instead, there was a cute 21-year-old girl that I had noticed in the building before. I was mortified to be standing there in my rompers and wet diapers, but there was nothing I could do about it. "Hi, Baby Bobby. I'm your neighbor Cindy, from down the hall. I met your friend Billy yesterday, and he told me all about you. I'll be happy to be your baby- sitter from now on. Let me change your diapers, they must be wet." I was beet-red with embarrassment, but could do nothing as she took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. I told here where the supplies were, and she changed me. She took off my rompers, and put me in my sleeper. She still left my hands restrained. "Sleep tight, Baby Bobby. I promise I'll let you out of your restraints in time for you to get dressed for work tomorrow morning." She left for the night, but good to her word, she was back early the next morning, and finally unlocked the mittens. It looked like life was going to be very interesting from now on, but I would probably be spending a lot more time in diapers.
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