Twisted Fate

Summary: Brendon gets put into diapers as a result of dong lots of 
stupid stuff.

How could they have done this to me? I was only having a little fun. I 
don't know why they have such a problem with me playing jokes on 
people. They did not have a problem when I told them I was gay. Now I 
cannot see my boyfriend and if they invite him over it is just to make 
fun of me even more.

Let me start from the beginning so you know exactly who I am and 
everything that made me to the point of being nothing more than a 19-
year-old baby treated like an 18-month-old baby.

Hi, I am a 19 year old guy who has been treated like a baby for the 
past two years. At the time this started I was not very big for my age 
at the age of 17. I was only five foot one inch and weighed 100 lbs. I 
had little body hair, which I made disappear as fast as it would grow. 
Ever since I played a joke on the school principal. The joke was not 
really a big deal. See, I am very smart and I hacked into the school�s 
mainframe and changed all of the grades for every student in the 
school. The smart kids failed but the dumb kids were passing. I would 
not have been caught if I would have changed my own grades also. So it 
was very easy. Actually, they did not have good security on the whole 
system.

This was the last straw. See, I used to hack into the school computers 
all the time to get the answers to the tests for the weeks to come and 
sell the answers. Hey, it was a good business. It�s not like I needed 
the answers. But the school had seen it differently.

Back to the problem at hand. It probably would not have been that big 
of a deal had I not changed the grades of the seniors before the grades 
got transferred to the local colleges looking into getting the kids to 
come to their schools. My parents said I had ruined their chances to go 
to good schools.

The school managed to call my parents in only a few hours after I 
finished the last grade changes. Then it came over the intercom over:

"BRENDON BILLINGS! PLEASE COME TO THE MAIN OFFICE AND BRING ALL YOUR 
STUFF!"

I was terrified and almost pissed myself right there. As I walked down 
the hallway I was passing teacher after teacher. All were giving me the 
look of death. As I neared the office door I could hear my father 
yelling. I knew I was in deep. He is the head of a really big company 
and never comes to the school when a problem happens. He once told my 
mother that it was his job to deal with raising me and it was his job 
to supplement the money to do it.

As I walked in all talking stopped. Everyone turned to me and I could 
read the faces. My mother�s face was red and tear-stripped. My father�s 
face was red with anger. Mr. Preston�s face was blank of expression.

"Brendon you need to go into Mr. Preston�s office, and make sure you 
tell the truth; it�s going to be easier," said my father with a tone 
that told me to do it as fast as possible and to make sure I told the 
truth the first time or else.

"Brendon, did you or did you not hack into the school computers this 
morning and change the grades of every child in the school?"

"Yes, I did, Mr. Preston; it was only a joke," I said with tears in my 
eyes. Usually no one was ever this mad. I did not mean to harm anyone, 
honest.�

"Well, you have screwed so many kids out of good educations because as 
you were doing that, colleges were in the process of uploading grades 
of all our seniors. From local colleges to a few who were going to 
Princeton and Yale. Now I have to be the one to call all these kids 
down here and tell them that not only are they not going to be able to 
go to the colleges of their choice but now they are going to have to 
wait to see if I can get this fixed and call those colleges and fix the 
mess you seemed to think that was funny to create. You are expelled 
from this school and I will make sure you will never step foot into a 
college that has any connection to me. Now go make sure your locker is 
devoid of any evidence of you, and get out of my school NOW!!!!"

That was the last I could take I was just expelled from school. This 
was not supposed to go this far. I broke into tears.

"YOU WILL STOP BEHAVING LIKE A BABY OR I WILL SHOW YOU EXACTLY HOW I 
INTEND ON DEALING WITH YOUR BEHAVIOR!" was the response of my father. 
but I continued to cry because I was devastated.

The next thing I knew I had my pants and brand new Calvin Klein thong. 
With in second of that happening my father was giving me the very first 
but not the last bare-butt spanking I have ever gotten. It hurt so bad 
it only made me cry even worse.

"I see no need to prolong the punishment your mother has been trying to 
talk me into for the past four or five months," announced my father.

"John, I think we should wait. I did not bring anything with us," said 
my mother.

"OOHH, I TOOK CARE OF THAT! GO IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR NOW!"

Within five minutes my mother returned with a bag that had me guessing 
what was in it. It looked like a baby�s diaper bag. As she put it down 
my father unzipped it and started unloading everything. I sat there in 
shock because of the stuff that was unloading in front of me.

Twisted Fate 2

There it was in front of him-- a diaper bag with all the stuff that you 
would use on a baby. There were diapers, wipes, lotion and powder, and 
a pacifier. I was shocked and did not know what to do or say so I just 
started to sob even harder. My father grabbed me and laid me down and 
ripped my thong off and handed it to the principal.

"Throw that crap away; he will not be needing that for a long time, if 
ever."

As I lay there he put powder all over my hairless crotch (due to how I 
kept myself clean and shaved) and lifted my legs up and slid the diaper 
under me and taped it up. As he stood me up I was in shock. I was 
standing in the middle of my school office in only a diaper and a small 
t-shirt.

"Dad, can I have my pants?"

"No you may not. You want to act like a 1-year-old with that crying and 
the way you behave. You have no regard for other people�s feelings; 
that is just how a baby acts. This is the beginning of your punishment, 
so don�t push me any further because it will get worse. Now you will go 
clean your locker out and make it look like you were never there!"

I was torn with not moving and going to my locker and doing as my 
father had just told me because I was so afraid I had never seen him 
angry or even deal with me in anyway other then good morning. On the 
other hand I was terrified because I was going to have to walk through 
my school in only a t-shirt and a baby diaper. That is when I heard the 
second-worst sound.

* RING! RING! RING! *

The bell telling everyone it was time to change classes. I thought this 
would hold my parents off for a moment, and then it happened. My father 
grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the office and up to my 
locker. I was so terrified that I started peeing in my diaper with out 
realizing it. All the kids stopped and were watching me being dragged 
by my father in my now obviously wet diaper. Everyone stood and stared 
some laughed because now they had another reason to pick on me besides 
being the gay kid in school.

My father walked to my locker and demanded the combination. So I gave 
it to him as he opened my locker. You could have heard a pin drop when 
pictures of naked men falling out of my locker. He then picked it all 
up and proceeded to put it all in my book bag. You would have thought 
this happens all the time. That is when Brad walked up and stood there 
staring at me in complete shock (side note, Brad is my boyfriend of 
three weeks. he has been my friend for about two years.)

"What the hell is this?! What�s going on?" Brad said, walking towards 
me.

"This is none of your business, Brad, so I would appreciate it if you 
would just leave and go to your next class before Brandon's punishment 
gets even worse."

"You can not do this to him. This is abuse. You know my father is a cop 
and I will call him and have him do whatever it takes, even taking him 
to live with us."

"You will do nothing of the sort. He either deals with this or comes up 
on criminal charges for what he has done with hacking into the school's 
computers. If you care about him and love him like you say you do then 
you will allow him to take his punishment from us and keep him out of 
jail where he will find another boyfriend, but one that does not love 
him."

"How far are you planning on going with this, sir?"

"He will be treated as he acts. He has been acting like a 1-year-old 
with all the crying and getting into things that he does not belong in. 
so he is going to get the whole treatment. His mother already has his 
former nursery turned back into what it belongs to be. He will be 
sleeping in a crib and eating in a highchair, everything a baby does."

At that point is when my mother walked up with what looked like an 
oversized stroller. At the sight of this everyone started laughing and 
I could not hold it any longer and started bawling my eyes out like the 
one-year-old I was obviously becoming. Brad could do nothing but hug me 
and tell me he would see what he could do and help in anyway he can 
find out.

My mother walked up and put me in the stroller and my father grabbed 
all my stuff and they proceeded to push me out down the hallway. To a 
home I was not sure what I was sure I was not going to like.

Twisted Fate 3

How did I get this far? Sitting in an adult stroller being pushed down 
the hallway of my now ex-school sitting in a wet diaper. There was 
person after person. I knew in my accounts from school here and there 
watching me. I could only think how much worse this could get. I was 
soon to be shown just the extent of how far I had pushed my mother and 
even my father I had pushed my father to go along with this.

As we exited the school the principal walked up and said. "I really 
hope this works for you and you can eventually come back to school when 
you are a big boy." This shocked me even more. How could this be fine 
with everyone, everyone except Brad? He was the one and only person in 
my world who seemed to be standing up for me. But that was probably 
coming to an end soon because now my parents were not going to allow me 
to see him ever again. I thought they loved me, I thought they were 
okay with me being gay and in love with Brad, I thought they were proud 
of me for being so smart. If they had only listened to me when I said 
that I wanted to go to a school that had harder stuff to work on.

As we made it to the car I got another shock in the back of the van in 
full view of everyone sense my mother had not shut the door was an 
adult car seat. How had she gotten this how much worse could it get. As 
we approached the car I got even more nervous on how my parents far my 
parents were going to go with this little lesson they were trying to 
teach me.

Without saying a word my father unstrapped me from the stroller and 
picked me up and put me in the car seat and strapped me in. "Dad where 
did you get this stuff why are you doing this to me."

"You are not allowed to talk like an adult any longer. You have proved 
to everyone on this planet that you are not mature enough to act like a 
big boy. So from now on you will talk like a baby and if you don�t like 
that then you will get spankings just like your mother gave you when 
you were little. Only this time I will do them since you did not 
obviously take to your mother."

That is when mom chimed in. "There are many rules to which you will 
learn when we get home. All your big-boy stuff by now has been taken 
out of the house. All those nasty videos and books you had of naked 
guys. Has been destroyed, your new room is by your father's and mine 
room. This has been in the works for a while, your father is the one 
who stopped me from doing this months ago."

The rest of the ride home was in complete silence. This diaper was 
starting to irritate my skin. The normal 20-minute ride home seems like 
a million years when I was impending the torment of what I was about to 
endure. As we pulled up to the house I�d seen two or three trucks 
pulling out of our driveway. One of them had writing on them "ADULT 
BABY CLOTHES AND FURNITURE."

I was to the point that I could not wait to get brought into the house 
and away from all this stuff. Maybe my parents are only trying to prove 
a point to me. That maybe it�s not really as bad as they are saying it 
is. Maybe they had those trucks sitting there for an added effect. Dad 
stopped the van and got out and came over to the side and opened the 
van unbuckled me picked me up with one swift movement and started 
walking towards the house. My mother was only a step behind. I looked 
over my fathers shoulder and could see the motherly smile she had on 
she had the look of pure love in her face. Something I could not 
understand.

I then just realized that this was not a joke. It was totally serious 
they were going to go very far with this. I could not hold it back 
anymore I started crying hysterically. My father just patted my back 
and said. "Does baby need his diaper changed it seems like you have 
already showed us you need them. Huh, little man?" This did not help 
the situation at all. As we walked in we went straight up the stairs 
and towards the room that was to be the place for all this torture. As 
the door opened I got the shock of my life. The room was painted baby 
blue with clouds hanging from the ceiling. There was a huge metal crib 
against the wall with a wooden plaque above the crib that read "BABY 
BRANDON'S SPECIAL ROOM". On the other wall there was a blue changing 
table with restraints on it I could not figure what they were for. 
Until my father walked up and laid me down on it. As he was reaching 
for the cuffs for my hands I started fighting him. "You can fight this 
all you want but your only showing us we have to do this more then I 
thought before. Had I only listened to your mother two months ago this 
would have already been over and I would not have had to go and pick up 
my little man from school because he got EXPELLED."

With that he quickly untaped the used diaper and kept my legs up and 
started spanking my rear-end. I lost count at about 35 due to the 
blinding pain I was feeling in my bottom. After what seemed like 20 
minutes but was probably only like 2 or 3 he put my legs down and 
turned to my mother and asked her where all the supplies where. As she 
started handing him all the lotions and powder my father turned around 
and started to smile. "Now this is a sight I thought I would never see 
but I am glad that you at least took after me in this department. It is 
a good thing you keep yourself shaved down here. I bet you did not 
think that some day you would have shaved it to keep it clean so you 
don�t get a diaper rash, huh?"

Dad started by applying the lotion to my whole crotch in a way that had 
I guess he wanted to because my penis started to get hard. When it 
reached its entire 8 inches my mothers face was in complete shock. "Why 
would you do that to him? That is not what this is meant for. He is not 
supposed to get any enjoyment out of this."

"Don�t you worry, dear. I want him to see what he will not be seeing 
for a while thanks to the next stuff I have to rub on this area." That 
is when he turned to me and with a huge smile on his face stated. "You 
see that hard on you have you will not be seeing that for a while after 
I am putting this stuff on you."

With that, he grabbed the other bottle and poured the lotion directly 
on my penis. I felt a warm sensation and then I watched my penis slowly 
deflate. My penis was usually 4 inches limp but it did not stop at 
that. It kept going and finally stopped when it hit about an inch to an 
inch and a half. This caused a huge smile to spread across my father�s 
face. He then powdered me and pulled the diaper up and taped me 
securely. Unstrapped me and picked me up and held me tight. "That is 
the end of your punishment for the stuff at school. The rest of this 
punishment is for the constant misbehaving that you do and not doing as 
you are told by your mother and never doing anything your supposed to 
do like your chores and the few things your mother asks you to do."

This is when I had seen the paper on the wall that stated all the 
rules.

"These are the rules you will follow every day. If you do not follow 
them your father will deal the punishment out. For every week you 
follow these rules you will regain one thing big boys receive. For 
every rule you break we will add a day on."

The poster read as follows:

YOU ARE A BABY. YOU ARE NOW ONLY 17 MONTHS OLD. YOU WILL DO AS ALL 17-
MONTH-OLDS DO, INCLUDING USING DIAPERS, DRINKING FROM BOTTLES, EATING 
IN A HIGH CHAIR, AND HAVING A BABYSITTER.

1: YOU WILL NOT SPEAK LIKE A BIG BOY.
2: NEVER TOUCH YOUR DIAPERS.
3: NEVER COMPLAIN.
4: WEAR WHAT YOU ARE PUT IN WITHOUT ANY COMPLAINING.
5: YOU ARE NOT TO USE THE TOILET.
6: NEVER ENTER THE BATHROOM WITH OUT MOMMY AND DADDY.
7: WHEN YOUR PACI IS PUT IN YOUR MOTHER IT DOES NOT COME OUT UNLESS AN 
ADULT TAKES IT OUT.
8: YOU WILL ONLY PLAY WITH THE BABY TOYS THAT MOMMY AND DADDY GIVE TO 
YOU.
9: ANYONE OVER YOUR AGE IS AN ADULT.

"Failure to follow any of these rules will result in an immediate 
spanking. When I get home. Do you have any questions? This is your only 
time to speak like a big boy."

"Daddy, how long is this going to last and how long before I can see 
Brad?"

"This will last until you show your mother and me that you are a big 
boy and will do as we say. As far as Brad goes, we are ok with him 
being your boyfriend but as long as you are a baby and he is a big boy 
that is not going to happen. The only way you�re going to see him is he 
accepts the offer your mother and I have given his parents, and that�s 
to be your babysitter. There will be rules to that to."

Twisted Fate 4

So those were the rules. I have no choice but to follow them, if I do 
then this could be a quick and easy punishment and then I am free to go 
back to my life. "Ok baby has had a rough and long morning I guess he 
should go take his nap so that way he is rested for when his Grammy and 
Grampy come see him, and take him to the store to get all his nice baby 
clothes," said my mother with such a cherry tone. How could she be 
getting so excited by this idea, and what they were doing to me?

So over to the crib my father carried me to the dreaded crib. Actually 
my mother did a lot of thinking when she was doing MY nursery. The 
whole room was covered in blue this and blue that. My crib was blue 
with white candy stripes over the bars, the bumper pads and blankets 
were rainbows, and the mobile was triangles upside down (both pink and 
blue). Yes my mother did a lot of stuff just to make me comfortable in 
my new room. As my father laid me down my mother handed him a bottle 
and he held it to my lips.

"Come on, baby, you have to drink your baba to be able to sleep real 
good like a real baby."

"Dad, you know I won�t be able to take a nap. I�ll deal with the 
diapers and the clothes but taking a nap is not going to happen. I 
understand you guys want me to think about how stupid it was for me to 
do what I did but don't you think you guys are going a little far with 
all this shit."

"Now, you listen to me little man. YOU WILL REFER TO US AS MOMMA AND 
DADDA THERE WILL BE NO CUSSING FROM YOU! I SEE ME NOT BEING AN ACTIVE 
ROLE IN YOUR RAISING WAS A LOT WORSE THEN I THOUGHT IT WAS! I told your 
mother you would have learned your lesson after you woke up from your 
nap. But she said you would need a month or two of this treatment. Now 
I am changing it. This is going to go until next September and we shall 
see if then you are mature enough to get enrolled back into another 
school. Now you will take this baba and drink it down and go to sleep 
and when you wake up you will get your punishment for not following the 
rules. Are we understood?"

"Yeth, dada."

So they handed me the bottle, then turned on the mobile (which was 
playing �Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star�). Then they walked out of the 
room, turning on the baby monitor. As I lay there I could not 
understand why they were doing this to me. Where did my mother get this 
idea? As I lay there drinking out of a baby bottle my mind was racing. 
I have to get out of here; there has to be a law against this! This has 
to be some form of abuse. They can go to jail for this. WAIT! DIDN�T 
THEY SAY THEY TALKED TO BRAD'S PARENTS ABOUT THIS? Brad�s dad is a cop 
so he has to know and they must have talked to him about this. So that 
must mean they are not breaking any laws. I wonder what Brad is going 
to say about being my babysitter. Will he still love me like he said? 
Is he going to still want to be the boyfriend to a 17-year-old in 
diapers? As all this stuff was running through my mind my eyes started 
getting heavy. They probably put something in here to make me tired 
like they do in all the stories I read. OMG THAT�S HOW MY MOTHER CAME 
UP WITH THIS IDEA...SHE WAS SNOOPING IN MY...

Two hours later I felt myself being lifted out of the crib. As I opened 
my eyes I looked over and seen my mother smiling as she laid me down on 
the changing table.

"What is going on, mommy�? I said in a very tired tone.

"You�re a baby, honey. You were not able to be a good big boy, so I 
took the time to search your room and found nothing, so then I logged 
into your computer trying to find out why you were being so bad and 
found a website that gave me this punishment. Since you had it 
bookmarked I figured you must think it�s a good idea."

"YOU BITCH! YOU WENT THROUGH ALL MY STUFF AND NOW YOU�RE USING WHAT YOU 
FOUND AGAINST ME!" I exploded. It was all coming back to me now, all 
the stuff from school and then afterwards. The fact that they had 
diapered me in public, embarrassed me to the point of me wetting the 
diaper in front of all the kids at school, then putting me in a 
stroller and walking me through the halls with all the kids watching, 
then making me sit in a car seat.

"Now, that will be enough of those bad words," as she went to work 
untaping the wet diaper that I was wearing. When did I wet my diaper? I 
have not done that since I was 2.5. Must be some other stuff they put 
in that damn bottle. As she whipped me up was when my father came 
walking into the room.

"Time for the baby to get his punishment for using all those bad words 
he used before his nap, and now it�s going to be even worse now that 
you called your mommy that horrible name when she wanted to take you 
out of that dirty diaper."

He then picked me up and walked over to the chair and sat down and laid 
me over his lap. I knew what was coming I just sat there waiting for it 
to happen. I was not going to cry I was not going to give them this 
satisfaction of turning me into a real baby. I am 17 and I will at like 
it whether they believe me or not. As the first slap came down I was 
hoping it was going to be a quick spanking because if this kept up I 
knew for a fact I would not last anywhere near as long as I was hoping. 
After about 15 slaps I felt my father getting frustrated because he 
started slapping harder. After about six of those slaps. I completely 
lost it. I was crying like a baby.

�I sowwy, mommy for saying da bad words! Me no do it again. Dada, 
pwease stop spanking me!�

�Now that is how a baby should behave. The next time I have to spank 
you for being bad and saying those kind of cuss words I will have to 
use a belt on your little butt.� As my father walked over to the table 
he laid me down he strapped me to the table. As this was happening I 
got one hell of a surprise my grandparents walked in the room.

�Well, how is our baby grandson doing? We heard him crying. Did he 
already do something bad enough to get a spanking on his first day of 
being a baby when we are about to take him to the store to buy him all 
those nice clothes for him to wear?�

�Yes, mom and dad, he did he called his mother a really horrible name 
when she told him how she found out about how he was going to be 
punished and before his nap he decided he was yelling at me and used 
really bad words,� stated my father with disappointment in his voice 
that all of a sudden got to me. He then walked out the room. As I lay 
there and had another diaper put on me with out fighting it at all I 
began to realize that if my parents were going to do this to me maybe I 
could do it up. The only thing that I was afraid of was the fact that I 
had to use these diapers all the time.

For everything now there is something you all should know about me. Is 
that I have been a diaper lover for about the last four years. I had 
worn them for fun I even have peed in them. But I have never and I mean 
never pooped in the diapers because the thought of that grossed me out. 
As I lay there thinking of how gross it was going to be when I had to 
poop.

My mother put a paci in my mouth and I started sucking it on the 
instant it entered my mouth without even thinking about it. Mom picked 
me up and carried me out of the room with my grandparents followed in 
awww that their only grandson had just been taken out of his nursery in 
only a diaper and was being carried through the house. As we entered 
the kitchen I knew it was lunchtime because I could see the four jars 
of baby food sitting on the tray of what I knew was my new highchair. 
As my mother strapped me in it felt very comfy. As she started feeding 
me I did not even fight it; I just started eating it. I had no choice, 
so why endure spankings that I don�t need to get? Then there was a 
knock at the front door I heard my father go and answer the door.

�Well, hello Brad. How are you? I trust you have spoken with your 
mother and father and know of our proposition and know we are not doing 
anything illegal by punishing baby Brandon as we are?�

�Yes Mr. Billings, and I apologize for sticking my nose into your 
family�s business. I just care about your son and want to be around him 
and I hope everything goes as you would see fit. I would also like to 
accept your offer to be his babysitter this weekend,� Stated Brad with 
a tone, as he was excited that he was going to be doing this job.

�Well, you may go into the kitchen. Brandon should be almost done with 
his lunch. His mother is feeding him. You can help if you would like to 
but if you do not feel comfortable with it as of yet then we will have 
to work on it.�

As Brad walked in the room I felt myself turning all sorts of red. As 
he walked up he slowly took the spoon and jar of strained prunes my 
mother was offering to him. He sat down on the chair in front of me. He 
then proceeded to just feed me like I was a baby with all the noises 
that you would do to a real baby. I sat there eating in total shock. 
That�s when it happened. I had been fighting it for so long but as I 
sat here in total shock and scared of what was going on. My butt 
exploded and I felt the poop push against my diaper in a way I did not 
think would happen. As I was pooping uncontrollably I also began to 
pee. So it was emptying out of both sides into the thirsty and dry 
diaper.

�Oh, I think the baby has made stinky in his diaper. Mommy better take 
you up and change you before you get all cranky.�

�Oh, Mrs. Billings, why don�t you let me do that because after all I am 
going to be his babysitter now. If I don�t get used to it now then you 
guys will never be able to trust me to take care of our little baby 
here.�

�Okay, Brad, but you remember he is just a baby now you can not do any 
of that big-boy stuff with him.�

�Of course Mrs. Billings I would never want to risk the chance of 
ruining my chances to see the little baby and watch him grow up into 
the man I want to be with forever.�

As I was unstrapped from the chair and Brad picked me up I came to the 
realization that I was really nothing but a baby no one was saying 
anything to me directly they were talking about me like I was not even 
there. No one had seen me as anything more then an infant. As I was 
carried up the stairs to my awaiting nursery I kept thinking, what is 
he going to think? Is he going to laugh and leave me and go to school 
and tell everyone exactly what was happening to me and make fun of me? 
As Brad entered my room he never even flinched. He just walked straight 
up to the changing table and laid me down.

�We have to get the handsome baby all cleaned up from his little 
accident, huh, my little man.�

�Brad, you don�t have to do this. You can just leave and never talk to 
me again. I will understand if you don�t love me anymore. This is a lot 
to ask from you to deal with,� I said with tears coming to my eyes. As 
I lay there with a wet and stinky diaper on waiting for the boyfriend I 
cared about more then anything in the world to either tell me he still 
loved me and would wait the six or so months for me to get out of 
diapers and return to the guy he wanted to walk down the street with or 
he was going to leave, laughing his ass off.

�Now, you should realize that I did not wait 4 years for you to finish 
with all your baby games to actually come to me and want to be with me. 
To see you turn into a baby and walk away. I am actually going to like 
this a lot. I think you looked wicked cute in your diapers and the idea 
of babying you is a turn on for me. You have no idea what this does to 
me. Now you no more talking and you are a baby just lay there and let 
me take care of the baby.�

With that, he slipped the paci back into my mouth and I started sucking 
on it. I guess this could be okay. Brad still loved me and I did not 
have to do anything, but he has yet to take this diaper off me and 
clean me up. But I just lay there and let him do it. I was not going to 
fight him. I don�t know how much he is in on with my parents if he is 
allowed or would spank me.

As I heard the tape come undone I started to get nervous yet again. 
Brad and I have never gone any further then kissing and feeling up each 
other over the clothes now he was going to see me totally covered in 
poop with my little pee pee. As he pulled the front of the diaper down 
the smell hit the air.

Twisted Fate 4

When the smell hit the air I froze. There was nothing I could say, 
nothing I could do. As I lay there on the changing table with my used 
diaper smelling up the room and Brad seeing me covered in poop there 
was not much I could do. So I started crying, and when I say crying I 
mean I was totally bawling my eyes out. Brad took the paci that was 
next to the wipes and put it in my mouth. There was no talking at all. 
Brad just picked up whips and started cleaning my butt up, and then 
when he came to my penis, he stopped.

�My, my, it might be a good thing you are wearing diapers with a pee-
pee that small,� Brad said with totally seriousness. I just laid there 
in shock. How could the man who this morning had me up against a wall 
and was telling me how much he loved me and wanted to be with me for 
ever, was now picking on the size of my penis? This was all I could 
stand I spit that pacifier out of my mouth.

�You son of a bitch! You know for a fact that my pee-pee is not this 
small! Daddy put stuff on it to make it small!�

Total pause, no one moved, no one said anything. Did I just call my 
dick a �pee-pee?� Worst of all, was I calling my father �Daddy?� Why 
did this happen to me? Why was I all of a sudden reacting to the 
situation like this? Now this was getting weird. I am not sure how long 
this can last. As all this was going threw my mind I missed the fact 
that Brad had finished washing the rest poop off my entire diaper area. 
With a quick and firm SMACK I was brought back to reality of my 
boyfriend smacking my butt as I laid there on a changing table.

�You know your mommy and daddy�s rules. If you want me to come over a 
lot and you want to be a big boy you must be a good baby. I am only 
saying these things because it is part of the rules. The things I had 
to agree to so that way I could see you whenever I needed to lay my 
eyes on your handsome face. I will help you get though this, and if it 
means having to be a mean babysitter then I will. Is that totally 
understood, boy?� I was in shock was this the only way I was going to 
be able to see him. I would have to deal with this behavior was seeing 
my Brad worth this. HELL YA IT WAS he means the world to me.

So I nodded my head indicating that I would be a good boy and act the 
age I was supposed to act. �Good baby� as he pulled another diaper and 
slid it under my butt put some powder on me and taped up the diaper. 
�The more you just accept this the faster it is going to go. Enjoy 
being a baby.� That was all Brad said to me as he carried me 
downstairs. Back to the kitchen so that way my mother could see she 
successfully had ruined me and she thought it was cute that my 
boyfriend has just changed my stinky diaper. I was placed in the 
oversized playpen in the living room and handed a bottle as Barney was 
put on the TV. No one said a word to me the rest of the day. I was 
treated as a real baby. My diaper was checked every hour with them 
slipping their fingers in the leg opening. The only enjoyment I got out 
of this was that when Brad did it he always touched my balls and 
smiled. As I watched the TV more and more I became more and more into 
it. I was slowly picking up the rhythm swaying to and from with the 
songs. As later in the night came up I began to really get tired I 
usually don�t go to bed until like 10 or 11 and here it was six-thirty 
and I was already zoning out like I needed to sleep.

Brad noticed this even before my parents did and announced he was going 
to take the baby up and put him to bed with out any dinner due to the 
fact that baby was dropping to sleep already. So as he carried me I 
wrapped my arms around his next and squeezed. As he was we were going 
up the stairs he told me that if I have to go pee-pee or poop I should 
do it know because its going to be hard sleeping in a nasty diaper. 
That is when I had not peed in a few hours and I had drank like 6 babas 
and I really had to pee so as he walked up the stairs I let it loose. 
It felt like I had peed for about two minutes at first the diaper was 
holding it all and then it started to leak. It was okay because as it 
started to leak Brad was laying me down on the changing table and the 
table had a plastic thing on that was okay with being wet. Again, Brad 
changed me without saying anything but was smiling the entire time. As 
he pulled my diaper back I looked at my pee-pee and noticed whatever 
daddy had put on me was started to wear off because my pee-pee was 
starting to go back to the size it used to be when I was limp. Brad 
noticed this and giggled and played with it a little until it started 
getting semi-erect and stopped and just put a new diaper on me took off 
the onesie that my mother had put me in as soon as I came home.

As Brad put me in my crib with only my diaper on he kissed me on the 
lips, a real kiss. As he was walking out of the room he turned quickly 
as I was watching him he had a single tear falling down his cheek.

�I love you, Brandon. I hope you understand that and I will wait until 
you are through this punishment. I will wait for you, but please try 
your hardest to be a good boy so that way I can be with you.� He 
quickly turned and left the room I could hear him walking down the 
stairs. I heard him say good-bye to mommy and daddy, then I heard his 
car started and he left. I immediately started crying. How could I have 
done this to him? Why would he want to be with me? It took about an 
hour to go to sleep my mother came in the room and gave me a bottle, 
saying it would help me sleep. As I started sucking on the bottle my 
mother put a CD in the CD player I have not noticed and when she turned 
it on it was the sounds of the ocean.

�That will help the little baby relax and be comfy. It is also going to 
help you be a better baby for your daddy and me.� With that she left I 
was all alone lying in a crib drinking from a bottle in only a diaper. 
I don�t know how long it took me but I feel asleep. I had the weirdest 
dream. I was crawling all through my school in nothing but a diaper and 
dragging a teddy bear with me. Everyone was laughing and throwing 
papers at me. As I was crawling I made it to Brad who was at the end of 
the hall and he was laughing at me like everyone else. Upon seeing Brad 
laughing at me I sat on my butt and just started crying. I knew he did 
not love me I knew he would not wait for me. As I was screaming in my 
dream I was also screaming in real life.

�Brandon, wake up! And you better stop using those bad words,� said 
Daddy.

�What is going on in here? Why is he screaming like that?� said mommy.

�I don�t know why he is screaming. He is having a nightmare he is 
crying and yelling that Brad does not love him and he is telling people 
to stop throwing stuff at him.�

Mommy just rubbed my back and was whispering that everything was going 
to be okay. At some point I relaxed and stopped screaming. Everyone 
went back to bed and I had a peaceful sleep after that. Upon waking the 
next day I started panicking because I did not know where I was then I 
realized what was going on and calmed down and made a promise that I 
was not going to be a bad boy I was going to make it through this 
punishment and get Brad back. So as I lay in my crib I realized I had 
to pee really bad. Without fighting it anymore, I let it go in my 
diaper. Since no one was around I had time to really pay attention to 
this. It actually felt really good to have the warm pee slowly running 
down my balls into the awaiting diaper and being absorbed. I started 
thinking of all the stories I had read of babying and how I really 
wanted it to happen, how I just wanted my mommy and daddy to love me 
and treat me like they did when I was younger. I figured they thought 
this was a punishment. I was going to make it my dream come true. I was 
not going to fight it. I was going to embrace it.

I was going to enjoy being a baby. There was never going to be a 
problem anymore. This was going to be my dream come true.

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