Kidnap

Summary: A bratty unpleasant kid is suddenly kidnapped and is taught a 
lesson...

The person looked out and viewed the park. It was the very first day of 
summer, and the park was full of children running, playing, climbing, 
walking, jumping, and...was that child crying? Yes, there were a 
progressively growing number of crying children, and the observer 
didn't have to look long to discover the source. There was one boy with 
blondish-brown-colored hair, who was maybe around six years old. 
Although he wasn't unusually short, his face gave the impression that 
he was only a three or four year old boy. His behavior was set at an 
even lower age, however, since he was incredibly rude, and was beating 
up on kids twice his size, kids who were minding their own business. He 
even ignored the angry parents who were scolding him. This boy was 
obviously a true brat, beating and swearing left and right, acting as 
if he owned the place. "Yes," the observer thought, "this boy's 
perfect!" This person then quickly strode off into their car, and drove 
the long way back home, for they needed to prepare some things.

A week or so zoomed by, and the person drove back to the same park and 
parked their car. The person walked, and hoped that the boy was there. 
This person knew that there was a slim chance. After all, it had been a 
week; they should have just grabbed him when they had the chance. In 
fact, the person was going to; but got cold feet and chickened out at 
the last second because there were too many people around. 
Nevertheless, the person came back to the park, because they had gotten 
a feeling to come back this particular day.

The person's feelings were right; the boy was there, and the timing 
couldn't have been more perfect. The boy finished beating up yet 
another innocent kid, who accidentally called him Jake instead of Josh 
(the boy's real name) and while the poor beaten-up kid limped away 
crying, Josh yelled at him repeatedly what his real name was. As soon 
as the sobbing kid was out of sight, Josh was all alone in the park 
with the stranger.

The observer knew that if they wanted to do what they were planning, 
then they would have to do it now. Otherwise, another person might come 
and see them and/or the observer would have second thoughts, and the 
chance to do it might never come up again. They had gotten really lucky 
this time, and the person knew that there was no way they would get 
this lucky again. So, walking quickly yet silently, the stranger 
sneaked up with nimble grace towards the boy.

Josh was then planning to walk back home now. Sure, he was alone (or so 
it seemed) and he would have the swings, the slides, everything, to 
himself, but he could always come back again. After all, he owned that 
park, didn't he?

He walked down the sidewalk and strolled toward an old, knobby tree 
that twisted itself out of the cracks of the sidewalk. When he came to 
the tree, he was grabbed. Josh tried to scream, but a gag was stuffed 
into his mouth, and a pair of gloved hands flew out and tied his hands 
and legs and then blindfolded him. He was whisked to a car, tossed in, 
and driven many, many miles to a house.

After a minimum of one hour, he was finally taken out, and was carried 
into the house. Josh felt the grip of the hands carrying him, and heard 
the steady, clicking sound of footsteps. He tried to struggle like he 
did during the car ride, but an hour of constant struggling tired him 
out; so he stayed still and dreaded the unknown.

Part 2

Josh was taken to a large room. When he entered it, he smelled 
something sweet and perfumy. It was something familiar, yet he couldn't 
quite grasp what the source of the smell was. The footsteps stopped. 
The hands that were cradling Josh lowered him onto a very large table 
with a thick plastic-covered mat resting on its top. The plastic 
crackled while it made contact with Josh's weight. His shirt was lifted 
up and was gone in a whisper. Next, a belt was pulled over his upper 
stomach, in the area just under his nipples. A second later, he heard 
the soft click of the buckle and felt the belt tighten a little, 
restraining him to the table with the plastic mattress. Josh's fear 
increased, and he let out a slight whimper.

Next, his hand restraints were taken off. They were replaced by a new 
pair of restraints resting on either side of Josh's head, which pinned 
his wrists down onto the mattress. The leg restraints were removed, 
along with Josh's shoes and socks, and then his pants and underwear. 
Now he was restrained on a table, completely naked. Although his legs 
were now free from bondage, Josh was still helpless to stop the next 
event.

Susan now stood over her hostage. So far, he had put up a lot less of a 
fight that she expected. This was good. Susan then firmly decided she 
would make sure things were going to stay that way. For a few seconds, 
she stared at him, and at the nursery she carried Josh in.

The walls were painted a baby blue, with pictures of trains, diapered 
teddy-bears, Sesame Streets characters, blue, pink, and yellow ABC 
blocks, Winnie the Pooh, and Barney. At one corner there was a gigantic 
crib, it's thick soft mattress identical to the one on the table the 
boy was on. At another, there was a gigantic chest full of toddler and 
baby toys. There were so many toys that not all of them could fit in 
the chest, and some were strewn on the fluffy, carpeted floor. And, the 
last major thing in the room was what Josh was lying on at this very 
moment: the diaper-changing table.

Because of his blindfold, Josh couldn't see anything yet, but if he 
could, he would have noticed that the mattress he was on had scores of 
little cutesy cartoon characters rippling on the surface of the crinkly 
mattress. He would have been able to observe that next to him, was a 
container of baby wipes and baby powder and lotion. Underneath him was 
a huge shelf cut into the table. This shelf had more wipes, lotion and 
powder. But, most of all, it contained stacks and stacks of thick 
disposable diapers.

These diapers had triple strength leg gatherers and waistbands to help 
fight leaks. The single tape on each side was incredibly strong, yet 
could be fastened and refastened repeatedly without tearing. The outer 
shell was comprised of a very crinkly plastic cover; and most of all, 
was their sheer thickness. These diapers were very wide and high 
rising, and were about two inches thick; the thickest that Susan could 
find.

Susan then walked over to him and pulled out a blue pacifier with a red 
ring. She shoved it into Josh's mouth, who tried to spit it out, but 
ended up sucking on it instead. Finally, she pulled off the blindfold.

Josh blinked several times and observed the room he was in, his mind 
confused from what his blurry eyes observed. But before Josh could take 
a good look at his surroundings, Susan grabbed his ankles and lifted 
his butt high into the air, and began using a baby wipe to clean up his 
butt and crotch. Josh, feeling his butt being wiped, formed an idea in 
his mind of what was happening. His vision now rid of its blurriness; 
he looked around the room for clarification. Realizing what was 
occurring, Josh's eyes went wide, and he began to wriggle his legs in 
vain while muffled sounds came out of his pacified mouth.

Susan finished the wiping and then rubbed lots of sweet smelling baby 
lotion on his diaper area, giving it a pinkish color. Then, picking up 
another container, she dusted a generous amount of perfumed powder on 
him, causing Josh's privates to obtain a lovely pinkish-white hue. 
Finally, she reached down under the table, and grabbed a diaper.

As Josh saw Susan unfold the diaper in her hands, he struggled harder 
and harder, squirming in every direction possible, his legs kicking 
fiercely. Still it was no use. Susan simply grabbed his ankles again, 
lifted his butt up, and slid the diaper under him. As soon as her hand 
lowered Josh's butt back down and let go of his ankles, Josh recoiled 
one of his legs into a spring, and delivered a good, hard kick on 
Susan.

Susan, now infuriated, forcefully grabbed both of his ankles again, 
lifted his butt back up, and smacked it as hard as she could. As baby 
powder puffed out from the impact of the blow, Josh began to cry from 
the pain. Susan, her hand still clutching his ankles, warned Josh in a 
low, threatening voice that if he hit her again, he was going to be 
severely punished. Josh, his eyes streaming with hot tears, briefly 
looked into Susan's dark, evil eyes. Knowing that she meant business, 
Josh stopped wriggling about, and waited for the inevitable. Susan, 
confident that Josh got the message, lowered his butt back down on the 
diaper and released his ankles. Josh, controlled by the threat, 
continued to lie still, his face still flowing rapidly with tears.

While he remained frozen with fear, Susan grabbed a pill from her 
pocket, lifted his butt up again, and carefully inserted it up his 
rectum. Josh winced, and cried even more. After that was done, she 
pulled the diaper over him and tightly taped it up.

Susan quickly unbuckled the restraints and slung a bawling Josh over 
her shoulders, firmly wrapping an arm around his back and supporting 
his amply padded rump on her other hand. Then, she went down the stairs 
to feed her new little baby.

Part 3

When Susan got down the stairs, she carried Josh to the kitchen. In 
there was a large highchair. She lifted Josh up and then lowered him 
down into it; While Susan set the tray into place, Josh noticed for the 
first time how thick these diapers were, as he could feel that his butt 
was lifted a couple of inches from the seat of the highchair. This made 
Josh feel more humiliated, and at the same time, more resentful towards 
Susan. He started to kick again. Susan then grabbed his ear and steered 
his face towards her. "Remember what I said, Josh," Susan said in a 
sinister tone. Josh, his heart struck with fear again, sat still.

Susan took a large bib and tied it around Josh, and set some food in 
the tray (she decided to give him real food in a mashed-up form). As 
soon as she removed the pacifier, Josh considered giving her a nice 
string of four letter words that started with the letters "s" and "f," 
but he decided not to; still remembering the threat. Instead, Josh 
decided to cooperate.

As he sat and grudgingly ate the bits of food spooned into his mouth, 
Josh felt the effects of the pill shoved up him. His stomach began to 
rumble. He ignored it. The rumbling continued, and soon built up into 
cramps. Now, Josh began to squirm in pain. The cramps then began to get 
worse. He tried to poop, but discovered that he couldn't; it was too 
hard to do it sitting down in a diaper. However, Josh was so desperate 
to relieve the cramps at this point that he didn't even care if it was 
hard. He didn't even care if he did it in a diaper. The only important 
thing was relief.

Josh started pushing with all his might. His face became a deep shade 
of red while he grunted loudly. He worked and worked at it, 
concentrating so much that Josh barely noticed that a mixture of food 
and saliva was gurgling out of his mouth. It trickled down his chin and 
neck, where it dirtied his bib, and then continued down his stomach and 
eventually reaching his diaper.

Josh strained in agony, until finally, his efforts began to pay off. A 
wet fart had issued out. Josh pushed again and farted some more, each 
one becoming wetter and wetter until liquid poop shot out of his butt 
and splattered against the diaper's interior. Josh kept pushing, 
desperately trying to relieve his cramps. Wave after wave of liquid 
poop exploded inside the diaper. After a few moments, the poop 
solidified. It morphed into a watery pile the consistency of mud, which 
erupted into the absorbent padding and squeezed its way into the 
diaper's available space. All through the ordeal, Josh had been peeing 
as well; wetting the front of his diaper continuously while the back 
constantly filled up with poop.

After several minutes, Josh was finished. He panted heavily from the 
effort as he indifferently swallowed the food that was still being 
spoon fed to him. In a moment, he was done eating, so Susan gave him a 
bottle of milk to suck on, which Josh unhappily accepted. He sucked on 
the nipple with some difficulty, drinking down the bottle's contents. 
When he drank all of it, and Susan took it from him, Josh started 
sobbing as he finally became fully aware of his condition.

His diaper was a disgusting mess, both internally and externally. On 
the inside lay a revolting muddle of pee and poop that coated the 
entire interior in an unpleasantly warm, slimy form that bubbled inside 
Josh's crack. This concoction acted as a kind of concrete, cementing 
the diaper to Josh's skin. On the outside, the diaper was covered in a 
mixture of food and Josh's own saliva, a mixture that also enveloped 
his thighs, stomach, bib, neck, and mouth.

While still crying, Josh saw Susan come back with a washcloth. She 
removed his messy bib, and cleaned off all of the food and saliva on 
his face, neck, torso, diaper, and legs. When Josh was finally clean, 
Susan slung him over her shoulder and started patting his back to burp 
him. Surprisingly, he gave off a few small belches. When he had burped 
enough to satisfy Susan, she carried him back up to the nursery.

Josh miserably laid still, tears still flowing down his face. He now 
expected to get a diaper change, but that wasn't what Susan had in 
mind. Instead, she plopped him into the crib, and restrained Josh so 
that he was lying on his stomach. After removing all of the blankets in 
the crib (it was summer, so Susan considered it too hot for blankets), 
she pulled up the bars of the crib, gave Josh's messy diapered butt a 
good slap, and said goodnight to him. While Susan rejoiced over the 
success of the kidnap, Josh slowly cried himself to sleep.

Part 4

Josh woke up after an uneasy slumber. He looked through the bars of the 
crib and to the opposite wall of the room, where there was a window. 
Bright sunshine stormed its way through and finally collapsed in a 
golden pool on the floor. He moved and stretched himself as best as the 
restraints could let him. Josh felt miserable. His arms were aching 
from being held by the restraints; and his legs were tired from being 
spread by the diaper for so long. But worse of all, was the feeling of 
his diaper. Josh was still in the same wet and messy diaper as last 
night, and it irritated him. The poop kept forcing the diaper to stay 
glued to his skin, and his privates were excruciatingly itchy. As Josh 
lied in the crib feeling sorry for himself, his exhausted mind 
reflected back a few hours�

Even after the events of the day, Josh couldn't get to sleep, not just 
because of the unfamiliar place, but also because of the diaper. The 
feeling of his own poop and pee squishing up against him disgusted 
Josh, and what made it worse was that he had to endure the stench of it 
as well. Not to mention that the rustling plastic from the diaper and 
mattress was unpleasantly loud. But, eventually Josh managed to cry 
himself to sleep.

Josh's thoughts became interrupted as the door opened. At first, he 
felt paralyzed as he stared at the woman who did this to him. As Susan 
brought down the bars, Josh began to swear at her, only to find that a 
pacifier had suddenly been popped into his mouth. After she tied the 
pacifier on to make sure he wouldn't spit it out, Susan smacked Josh's 
thighs smartly for his swearing. Josh started to cry again, hurt from 
the smack. The fear that he had acquired yesterday resurfaced, so Josh 
didn't fight when Susan undid the restraints and lifted him up.

"Good morning, Josh! Did you sleep well?" she asked.

Josh only glared at her through his tear-blurred eyes.

"You smell stinky, Josh," Susan continued, "let's see what's been going 
on in that diaper."

Susan then slung Josh over her shoulder. She checked him by grabbing 
his diaper's rear waistband and pulling it back. She peered down, and 
acted surprised when she saw the poop that was splattered everywhere 
inside.

"My goodness, Josh!" she exclaimed, "you've been quiet busy in there! 
No wonder it's so stinky here!"

Saying that, she gave his tushie a firm slap and carried a completely 
humiliated Josh over to the changing table. When he was restrained, 
Susan ripped the tapes and, slowly and dramatically, pulled back the 
front of the diaper to reveal a butt and crotch buried under a mountain 
of cold, slimy, gooey poop. Although it was truly a disgusting sight to 
see, Susan made light of the situation.

"How can one little boy make such a big mess?" Susan pondered aloud as 
she wiped Josh up.

Josh didn't verbally respond. He only sobbed louder, and winced as well 
as he felt another pill shoved up his rectum. After Josh was finally in 
a fresh diaper, Susan carried him down for his breakfast.

As Josh grudgingly ate some oatmeal, he began to feel the cramps again. 
Like yesterday, Josh went through the agony of pooping in a diaper 
while sitting down. By the time he had finished, Josh's body was once 
again messy with food and saliva. Once again, Susan cleaned him up, and 
picked him up to burp him. Josh didn't burp this time; instead he 
cried. While he bawled, Susan firmly squeezed and patted his diapered 
butt, deliberately smearing the mess inside everywhere. When she became 
tired of doing this, Susan said, "It smells like someone has poopy 
pants. Is that why baby Josh is crying?"

Not letting him answer, Susan checked Josh's diaper, and, not to her 
surprise, found it very messy.

"Yep," she confirmed, "that's the problem. You need a diaper change."

When Josh's diaper was opened up on the changing table, Susan belittled 
him again with another comment, "Poopy again! Your diapers are just 
full of surprises, aren't they, Josh?"

Josh, extremely hurt by these words, just cried constantly while he was 
changed once again.

Part 5

Things went on in this way for a while, and each day was pretty much 
the same. At first Josh was defiant in some ways, such as the time he 
held back his bowels and defied pooping in his diapers for days until 
the kidnapper gave him Ex-Lax, among other things, such as his escape 
attempt.

Two weeks had gone by, and Josh had actually become good enough that 
the kidnapper trusted him. Although she still strapped him in for his 
diaper changes (she didn't want him to fall and hurt himself), she 
began to let Josh sleep in the crib without restraints and play in the 
playpen without pinning his wrists down. This was good for Josh, and he 
tried to climb out of the crib and escape as a result one night. 
Instead, he lost his balance and ended up falling down to the floor, 
where he cried until the kidnapper picked him up and comforted him. 
Fortunately, he didn't break anything, but that antic wrapped him back 
into restraints until the kidnapper was sure he wouldn't try escaping 
again. Things slowly began to change, and after a month and a half of 
enduring this, Josh completely caved in and surrendered.

The kidnapper had been very pleased with Josh when he gave in to his 
fate. After that, he was very well behaved. Though Josh was an 
unpleasant, swearing brat before, the kidnapper had found just the 
right punishment to break and soften him up. Now, Josh could be trusted 
to not escape, and he was never restrained (except for changings, of 
course) because of that. He even became good enough that the kidnapper 
gave Josh the privilege to talk, since he never swore anymore (though 
he still couldn't tell if he was wet or messy, the kidnapper would 
check him every hour or so), and could decide what he wanted to eat and 
drink. Later, he was even allowed to watch big kid movies, including a 
few PG-13 ones. Everything was working out exactly the way she wanted 
it. "I just hope" the kidnapper thought, "that he's prepared for what I 
will tell him soon."

Like many typical days, Josh woke up early, stretched all of his 
muscles, sat up, and listened to the birds outside, watching the soon-
to-be-scorching sun dive through the window on the wall opposite of his 
crib. His diaper was dry as usual, for, luckily for Josh, he still had 
some bladder and bowel control, despite being in diapers for over a 
month and a half. It was still summer, and so Josh continued to sleep 
without any blankets and never wore anything but his diaper all day and 
night.

Later the kidnapper came in. "Good morning, Josh, sleep well?" "Yeah," 
replied Josh. "Good, let's check your diaper," she said. Josh was 
picked up and patiently waited for his diaper check to be over. Seeing 
that he was dry, the kidnapper carried Josh down and set him in the 
highchair. "What do you want for breakfast?" "Bacon, and some hash 
browns. "Want some Coke?" "Okay." After cooking the food, the kidnapper 
put them on the tray and fed Josh and gave him the bottle of Coke (she 
still insisted on feeding him). She cleaned Josh's face up and removed 
his bib. Then she burped Josh, checked his diaper again, and put him in 
the playpen. "What do you wanna watch?" "How about...Jurassic Park!" 
The kidnapper put in the DVD, and left to wash the dishes.

For the next hour and a half or so, Josh watched, mesmerized, as the 
movie began. His new life was truly good. Sure, he was treated like a 
baby and had to pee and poop in a diaper all the time, but, he actually 
had more freedom than he had ever had in his entire life. Josh never 
had the opportunity to watch PG-13 movies before, and he realized that 
good behavior had advantages.

When the movie was over, the kidnapper came again to check his diaper. 
It was still dry. "Josh", she said in a serious tone, "I need to tell 
you something". "What?" Josh asked. "We're going to the store today to 
get more diapers because, well, you go through a lot. And, you're going 
to have to come with me because you're not old enough to be home 
alone." "What?" Josh asked, now realizing the awful truth, "People will 
make fun of me!" "No, they won't" the kidnapper went on "I won't let 
that happen. Besides, you only look like a toddler, a cute one at 
that." she giggled a little. Josh began to blush with embarrassment. 
"Let's put some shoes on you" the kidnapper said, and carried him back 
to the nursery.

As he was being carried, Josh realized that he had never left the house 
since he got here. Sure, he played in the backyard a couple of times, 
but, it never occurred to him before that he never even left the 
property in over a month and a half. (The kidnapper had been able to 
not go out for so long because she bought A LOT of diapers for Josh, 
and she also stocked up on food, since she didn't know how long it 
would be until she could trust Josh to not try to escape while 
outside).

While Josh laid on the changing table, the kidnapper put some high 
rising socks and a pair of shoes on him, and then she decided to put a 
shirt on him as well. The shirt had a large picture of Barney on it 
(the kidnapper noted that it matched the taping zone on Josh's diaper, 
which also had Barney on it), and it was very short. It was so short 
that it left about 3 inches of skin between itself and Josh's baby 
underwear, therefore exposing the enormously thick diaper to the whole 
world. Josh felt very awkward with the shoes and shirt, as he hadn't 
worn anything but a diaper in over a month, and that it just felt 
strange to wear "underwear" and shoes without any pants. But, Josh 
didn't say anything about it, though he was dreading the event where he 
would be forced to exposed his diapered self out to the public. After 
preparing the diaper bag, the kidnapper picked up Josh and carried him 
to the car, where he was securely strapped into a car seat. The 
kidnapper started the engine, and drove off.

Part 6

In what seemed a short time, they were at the store. The kidnapper took 
a shopping cart, lifted Josh into the little seat, and went right into 
the store. After getting several groceries, she went to the baby aisle, 
and grabbed several packages of diapers, and some powder, lotion, and a 
few boxes of wipes and went into the line. After paying, the kidnapper, 
wheeled the cart back to the car and unloaded the contents into the 
car. Josh was then lifted out of the cart and put back in the seat, and 
after the kidnapper put the cart back, she told Josh that they were 
going to the park.

Josh sighed with relief. So far, no one had even batted an eye towards 
him; his kidnapper's assumption was right, to everyone else he was just 
a big toddler. He hoped that it would stay that way in the park, 
especially since there were lots of other kids there.

They got to the park in no time. The kidnapper picked up Josh and set 
him on the ground. He warily walked-or waddled, since his diapers were 
so thick-to the playground. Josh was very nervous, and he looked up to 
the kidnapper. "Go on, have fun." She said, "no one will give you a 
hard time." Josh turned his head back, still scared, and slowly waddled 
to the slide. He quickly climbed up, frantically looked around, and 
slid down. He then waddled as fast as the diapers would let him to a 
large tree and hid behind it. He carefully looked around. No one-
including the kids-didn't care to look at him. Josh, still unconvinced, 
went back at the slides again, and slid down. Again, no one took 
notice. He sighed with relief. Like at the supermarket, others didn't 
find anything unusual about his appearance. He was just another cute, 
diaper-wearing toddler. Keeping that in mind, Josh went and slid again 
and again, and went off to do other things on the playground. He was 
enjoying himself when he felt the urge to use the bathroom.

Josh waddled back to the big tree and began to do his business. 
Although he was wearing a diaper, he still liked privacy while using 
the bathroom. He squatted down behind the tree and groaned, filling up 
his baby pants with yesterday's dinner as well as today's breakfast. 
Simultaneously, he peed, letting out all the milk of yesterday and some 
of today's Coke come squirting out. He sighed, and waddled back to the 
kidnapper. By now, the aroma of his load was permeating through the 
playground, and people began to notice it. The kids who sniffed it 
exclaimed, Ewwwwwww, and a couple of the adults fanned their hands in 
front of their noses, saying, "I think someone needs a diaper change!" 
Josh waddled faster, not wanting to be found out by the others.

He went back to the kidnapper, panting and sweating from the fast 
waddling and the humid summer air. The kidnapper took a whiff of Josh's 
poop. "You need a diaper change, don't you?" Josh nodded with 
desperation. The woman immediately scooped him up and carried him to 
the bathroom. Although she already knew what was in there, the 
kidnapper still pulled back the diaper's rear to examine the mess. 
"Wow, you do need a change, Josh. You pooped a lot more than usual." 
She quickly carried Josh to the bathroom, where there, a blue plaque 
with white letters printed on it, said BABY CHANGING STATION INSIDE.

She walked in. The kidnapper used a free hand to grab the handle and 
pull down the changing table. She lowered Josh down on it, and used the 
belt to securely buckle him in. He fit perfectly on the table with room 
to spare. The kidnapper then took out a large paper towel from the 
dispenser on the changing station, and slid it under Josh's butt so his 
poopy bottom wouldn't come in contact with the table itself. As the 
woman lifted up his shirt and took out the changing supplies, Josh 
turned his head sideways, and shivered from the coldness in the 
bathroom. He began to lift his legs and kick his feet in the air and 
suck his thumb, just like a real toddler. "What are you doing, Josh?" 
his kidnapper asked curiously. "In case other people come in they will 
think I am a baby if I kick my feet and suck my thumb." Josh answered 
matter-of-factly. "Okay," said his kidnapper. Still leaving his shoes 
and socks on, the woman reached between Josh's legs and untaped the 
diaper. She peeled it off to reveal a load of poop smeared and sticking 
all over Josh's bottom and crotch. The kidnapper removed the diaper and 
rolled it up, and wiped up Josh's crotch. She began to lift Josh's legs 
up in the air to wipe his bottom when the bathroom door opened with a 
creak.

In came a mother and a young girl about Josh's age. The mother ignored 
them, and went to a stall to do her business while the girl watched 
Josh getting his diaper changed. As he was getting cleaned up he kicked 
his feet in the air and sucked his thumb to convince her he was a 
toddler. It worked, and when her mom came out and washed her hands, her 
daughter came up to her and asked, "Mamma why is that baby so big?" and 
pointed to Josh. "Josh is a toddler", his kidnapper replied to the 
girl, "he's only 2, but he looks older because he's big for a 2 year 
old". "Ohhhhh," the girl said. But, she still watched with curiosity as 
the kidnapper lotioned and powdered up Josh, and she and her mother 
finally left just as the diaper was pulled up between Josh's legs and 
taped up. "Wow, Josh" his kidnapper said with genuine amazement, 
"you're pretty smart for a 6 year old." "I am?" Josh asked. "Yes you 
are, you're very smart." the kidnapper truthfully said as she lowered 
his shirt and unbuckled him. After picking up Josh and the diaper bag, 
she discarded the dirty diaper and the paper towel, pulled up the 
changing table, and walked out.

The woman lowered Josh down to the ground and together they walked over 
to the tree where Josh hid behind. Over there was a table that was 
covered in the tree's dense shade. Luckily, it was empty, as there were 
several other tables that were also in the shade. The kidnapper looked 
at it for a moment and said, "Why don't we have a picnic, here, Josh? 
That way, you can stay here and play longer." "Yeah!" Josh exclaimed 
with delight. "Wait here for a second." she instructed, and hurried to 
the trunk to get some of the snacks she bought at the grocery store. 
Soon she came back, and tied a bib around Josh and fed him. Afterwards, 
she gave him a bottle of cold water as it was hot, and Josh drank it 
thirstily. To try to keep Josh cooler, she also removed his shirt, 
leaving him wearing only a diaper and shoes and socks. Not long after 
that, Josh went back to playing. Many minutes passed by before Josh 
came back. He was panting and sweating a lot. The woman gave him 
another bottle of cold water, which Josh immediately drank down. But 
that wasn't the only reason why he came back. "I'm...I'm" Josh tried to 
speak, but the panting prevented him doing so. Instead he pointed to 
his crotch. The woman felt the front of it, and sure enough, it was 
warm and squishy with the rest of this morning's Coke. "You're wet" she 
finished. Josh nodded.

At first, the kidnapper considered on going back to the bathroom, but 
she saw that it was crowded. It wasn't worth the wait. So she cleared 
the table and instructed Josh to lie down on it. He did. She quickly 
changed Josh's diaper, which was soaked with both urine and sweat. Josh 
once again kicked his feet and sucked his thumb to convince everybody 
that he was a toddler. It was embarrassing, but it worked. The woman 
lotioned and powdered him extra carefully this time as he was sweating 
a lot, and she let his bottom air out a little before she snugly taped 
up a fresh diaper on him.

Part 7

After about an hour or so, Josh decided it was time to go home. His 
kidnapper packed up the stuff and they walked back to the car. Josh was 
put in the car seat and after he was buckled, though they didn't drive 
back home. As she drove, the kidnapper said, "Josh, since you've been 
so good today, we're going to Hollywood Video. You can pick any movie 
you want, as long as it's not R." Josh was very excited about this, and 
practically ran as fast as the diapers allowed him into the store. He 
raced into the Horror section, and, after a while, he picked Stephen 
King's IT. The kidnapper looked at it, and then approved. After renting 
it, Josh was back in the car seat, and this time, they were truly going 
home.

It was 3:00 when they got back. The woman removed Josh's shoes and 
socks and let him go back to his usual outfit diaper-only outfit. He 
wanted to watch the movie, so he was plopped into the playpen and the 
woman set in the DVD. Josh watched for a while, and accidentally wet 
his diapers a few times after seeing Pennywise the Clown open a mouth 
full of razor sharp teeth. Two hours later, the kidnapper came back and 
checked his diaper. Though it was wet, the diaper could still take a 
lot more wettings, and so the kidnapper declared it dry. She stopped 
the movie after the first half was done (it was a four hour movie) and 
fed him dinner in the highchair. After burping and another diaper 
check, Josh was back in the playpen and watching IT. By about 7:30, the 
movie was done. "So, how was it Josh?" "Some parts were scary with the 
clown, but a lot of it wasn't scary." he said. "and the ending was bad, 
but I liked it. The clown was really scary." "Well, I'm glad you liked 
it," the kidnapper said. Once again, Josh's diaper was checked, and 
since he wanted to watch The Simpsons, Josh stayed in the playpen. 
After watching the antics of Homer Simpson dressing up as the 
superhero, Pie-Man, Josh was lifted out of the playpen. He was given a 
bath, had his teeth brushed, and was carried to the nursery, where he 
played with his toys for a while. Soon, Josh began to grow tired. The 
woman came back again and carried him to the crib. After one last 
diaper check, she raised the bars and wished him a good night.

Part 8

Josh's sleep was a little broken. He woke up once to wet his diapers 
and expel all the water he drank at the park, and it was hard for him 
to get back to sleep, since he was a little scared of Pennywise. He 
later woke up several times because of that evil clown. So when he woke 
up in the morning, it was a little later than when he normally rose. 
The kidnapper didn't disturb him, and left him alone for a while. When 
Josh awoke, she came back into the nursery, which, after many diaper 
changes, had taken on a faint poop smell, though the sweet aromas of 
baby wipes, lotion, and powder still dominated the air. As usual, she 
checked Josh's diaper by pulling back the rear waistband. He wasn't 
messy. Then her hand felt the front of the diaper. The plastic was 
squishy, indicating wetness. She picked up Josh and changed his diaper, 
and after breakfast, he went out to the backyard to play.

Josh crawled to his dirtpile and picked up a stick to scrape and carve 
tunnels with. For the past several days, he had been digging tunnels 
out of the hardened dirt, and he eventually created a vast, complex 
network of tunnels. He added on to them for a couple of hours. Josh 
then waddled back into the house and called the kidnapper. After 
immersing himself in the dirt, Josh's hands were dirty, and parts of 
his diaper had dirt on it as well. The woman used baby wipes to clean 
him up. After that, he was in the nursery playing with his toys. 
Eventually, Josh was feeling sleepy again. Though he slept an extra 
hour or so this morning, the several interruptions he had in the night 
began to take its toll. He collapsed on the floor. A couple of minutes 
later, the kidnapper carefully picked him up and laid him down into the 
crib.

He rose up a couple hours later, feeling well rested. He called for the 
woman, who picked him up and fed him lunch. Josh was back to the 
dirtpile again until dinner, where, after that, he sat in the playpen, 
watching The Simpsons. He peed several times, though still not enough 
to require a change. Josh then had a bath, and then went to his toys in 
the nursery. While he was sitting up and entertaining himself on the 
floor, Josh let out another long stream of urine, slowly soaking the 
diaper. As he still contained the food he had consumed last night and 
earlier today, he began to poop as well. His baby pants slowly filled 
up with the warm mushiness. As Josh moved around and shifted his 
sitting position, the excrement shifted with him and smeared all over 
his tushie. He continued playing, since he knew the kidnapper would 
come up soon to check on him. In about 20 minutes, she came, taking a 
good whiff of the diaper's contents. She checked Josh's pants anyway, 
to make sure it wasn't just a fart. Seeing that he did poop, the 
kidnapper lifted him up and changed him. Clean and freshly diapered, 
Josh was plopped into his crib and the lights were turned off.

Part 9

Josh went through this routine until around winter, when the weather 
became cold and bitter. Although the heater was on now, Josh didn't 
romp in just his diapers. In addition to them, he now wore socks, and a 
very short shirt; similar to the one he wore at his first visit to the 
park. They weren't much, but, Josh felt much more comfortable wearing 
them than he did without them. Still, even his clothes and the heater 
couldn't completely mask the winter's wrath. Wherever Josh was-on the 
changing table, in the crib, in the playpen, the highchair, any spot 
that hadn't accumulated his body heat-nipped his skin with bitter cold, 
and caused him to shiver. And today was no exception.

Josh opened his eyes and wiped off the crust that had formed around his 
eyelids. He shivered and wrapped the blankets around him even tighter 
(the kidnapper had put them in when the weather got colder), and the 
plastic mattress crackled as he turned his head sideways to view the 
rain outside, which pounded against the window in an endless chant. 
Josh didn't feel that well, he was sick, and felt colder than usual. 
During the night he had diarrhea, and Josh groaned again as he released 
a fresh load into his messy diaper. He waited for the kidnapper to come 
in.

She came soon enough, and as soon as she checked his diaper and noticed 
it was messy, she carried him over to the table. Josh violently 
shivered again from the cold plastic mat and the air whipping at his 
hot body. "You seem very sick, Josh" the woman said as she changed his 
diaper "I am" Josh replied weakly. She put a thermometer in his mouth 
and took it out. It was 104 degrees Fahrenheit. The kidnapper carefully 
put him back into the crib and snugly wrapped up the blankets around 
him. She fetched a bottle of sprite (which, from the kidnapper's 
personal experience, seemed to help against sickness). Josh held the 
bottle between his hands and sucked the nipple, drinking the sprite 
down. The kidnapper got out another bottle and laid it next to him in 
case he needed a drink. She also left the bars of the crib down and 
left a trash can in front of the crib in case Josh had to vomit. The 
kidnapper then left Josh so he could rest.

A few minutes later Josh did indeed need to vomit. Luckily the trashcan 
was nearby. He vomited, and crawled back into the coziness of the 
blankets. He grabbed the bottle and drank some of it while he squirted 
out some liquid poop. Josh huddled under the many blankets. After 
letting out another load of diarrhea into his diaper, he listened to 
the pounding of the rain until he dozed into slumber.

All day Josh slept in the crib, waking to drink the bottle, maybe 
vomit, and let out another load of poop into his pants. When the 
kidnapper came to check on him, he was still dozing, so she was extra 
careful to carry him to the table. After changing an extremely poopy 
diaper, she carried the still sleeping Josh back into the crib, took 
out the bag full of vomit and replaced it with a new one, refilled the 
bottle, and left him to rest more. Hopefully, Josh wouldn't be sick for 
much longer.

Part 10

Luckily, Josh recovered relatively quickly. The second day, he didn't 
vomit, though he still had a fever and some diarrhea. By the third day 
the diarrhea stopped, and Josh could walk again, and when the fourth 
day came, the sickness had gone away.

But, Josh still wasn't happy. When it rained the first day he was sick, 
his tunnels were destroyed and eroded away. He was upset for a day or 
so until he recovered. Winter inched slowly by.

Though Josh couldn't go to the park since it rained constantly, he went 
to the backyard instead to play in the rain, wearing only a diaper as 
clothing. He splashed in the cold pools of water and sloshed through 
deep, crystal-clear liquid scattered all over the yard. He then waddled 
cautiously-to make sure he didn't slip and fall-to the deepest pool, 
which had collected in a vast, 2-foot deep hole Josh had created in his 
dirt pile.

He waddled up to the edge, looking down into the bottom, a place 
undisturbed by the constant showering of aqua bullets from the sky. 
Josh stared at it for a moment, the rain soaking his body, and planting 
little beads of water on the surface of his diaper. The boy observed 
the pool's circumference, it's diameter nearly as long as his height. 
Then, he made a terrific leap and splashed into the pool, causing 
thousands of clear liquid pellets to simultaneously jump around Josh. 
They rose up towards the sky for a split second, and then plummeted 
down where they shattered and broke on the muddy pile of dirt. As Josh 
played, the cold water, which came up to his chest when he was 
standing, slapped his face and saturated his blondish-brown hair. His 
feet stirred up columns of smoky, opaque dirt, muddying the pool's 
clarity. Josh's diaper began to swell up in size from the water. Josh 
climbed out of the pool to rest for a little and watch the obscurity of 
the pool fade away.

While walking around the edge, he slipped and fell on his bloated baby 
pants, and landed on his tushie, making his diaper squelch from the 
fall. Luckily, Josh wasn't hurt, though now he had a lot of mud 
splattered onto him, including his diaper. He jumped back into the pool 
to wash the mud off. When he was done, Josh waddled back now to the 
house, deciding that he had enough of playing in the rain for now.

He went back into the house, waddling even more slowly since his 
already thick diaper had grown even thicker from all the water. The 
saturated material sloshed around Josh's privates as he moved and the 
plastic gave a sickly squishing sound instead of its usual bouncing, 
eager crinkling. For Josh, it was time for a nice hot bath and a new 
diaper.

Part 11

The kidnapper came immediately to take care of Josh. She hurried him to 
the bathroom, where she stripped off his sagging, bloated diaper, and 
plunged him into a nice, hot bathtub. At first, Josh jumped from the 
temperature of the water, since his body had adapted to the cold 
outside. Eventually he adjusted to the hot water and soaked in it for a 
while before the kidnapper washed his cold wet hair and carefully 
cleaned him up. She let him bask in the tub before she pulled the plug.

She whisked him to the nursery and did the usual wiping, lotioning, and 
powdering. Afterwards came the diaper, which the woman heated up a 
little using a blow-dryer. She thrust it under Josh's cold bottom and 
taped it up, surrounding Josh in thick, warm softness. Josh sighed 
while the kidnapper put on his socks and shirt, it was good to finally 
be back in a warm, dry diaper.

For the remainder of the day Josh watched cartoons and played in his 
playpen, enjoying the antics of Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse. After 
dinner and a diaper change, he lay under the blankets inside his crib 
and fell asleep.

Part 12

Winter passed, and spring moved in. Now the constant raining was gone, 
and the weather became very warm, and sometimes rivaled the searing 
temperatures of summer. Josh abandoned the shirt and socks and went 
back to just his diaper, though he decided to still sleep with the 
blankets until the summer.

Josh then opened his eyes and lifted his covered head out of the pile 
of blankets. He felt unusually well rested, even though he stayed up 
until about midnight last night. Yesterday had been his birthday, and 
he remembered the events well enough. He had a lot of fun, with the 
huge pile of presents just for him, all of which contained big kid 
things, and the gigantic cake that he nearly demolished.

Josh soon ate what little of the cake was leftover as breakfast, then 
he went to watch a couple of movies he got while he played with his new 
toys. After several hours of staring at the TV, he then went over to 
the dirt pile and dug out tunnels to add to the new network that he was 
constructing. Soon, it became too hot to play, so Josh went back inside 
and watched a few cartoons. The kidnapper came and checked Josh's 
diaper, which was soaked and full of poop, as Josh ate and drank a lot 
in the past day, and hadn't had a diaper change since the day before. 
After getting changed, it was time for dinner, and soon Josh became 
tired and he went and fell asleep.

The next day, Josh and the kidnapper went to the park and stayed most 
of the day. As this wasn't summer and Easter Break was over a couple 
days ago, there weren't a lot of kids, only 2-4 year olds, many of 
which wore diapers. As Josh was still small for a now 7-year old, he 
fit right in with the 4-year olds, though was slightly taller. Luckily 
for Josh, he could still pass for a typical diaper-wearing toddler, so 
he wasn't harassed. An hour or so later, the aroma of poop was 
spreading its way throughout the playground.

Just to make sure, the kidnapper pulled back the rear waistband and 
checked Josh's pants. He wasn't messy. The other parents checked their 
kid's diapers until the culprits were found. The ones responsible were 
twins, one boy and one girl, who were both immediately picked up by 
their parents and led to the bathrooms to get changed. Everything 
settled down again and Josh was playing until he felt hot and thirsty. 
He waddled back into the shade of a tree where he drank several bottles 
of water and ate a little. He rested under the shade until he felt 
better and resumed playing. It was almost time for dinner by the time 
Josh and the kidnapper got back. After eating was a diaper change, a 
bath, and the usual bedtime.

Summer was just the same for Josh, except that now he slept once again 
without blankets, and that he stayed inside the house most times as it 
was too hot to go outside and play. Occasionally he would go and play 
in the park, which was full of kids again, and Josh would go to the 
supermarket with the kidnapper when she needed to buy groceries and/or 
more diapers for Josh, but, other than that, he stayed in the house all 
the time. He began to drink lots of liquids, and wet more because of 
it. It was a good thing that Josh's diapers were as absorbent as they 
were, as he was a heavy wetter even under normal circumstances. Nights 
became uncomfortable even with the air conditioner, and Josh would 
constantly crawl all over the crinkly plastic mattress of the crib, 
looking for a cold spot that he would lay on. The weather got hot 
enough that the kidnapper would put diapers in the refrigerator to make 
them cold and keep Josh more comfortable.

The scorching summer finally ended when fall came, bringing in cooler 
weather. It transitioned into winter, and that found Josh sleeping with 
blankets and wearing his winter outfit of diapers, a short T-shirt, and 
a pair of socks. Time flew quickly as winter turned into spring and 
Josh turned 8 years old. It became harder now to convince others out in 
public that Josh was a toddler. He looked more like a 6-year old now. 
The kidnapper grimly decided that it was time to potty train Josh.

Josh was eager to be trained, since, even after 2 years, he still 
wasn't thrilled with having to pee and poop in a diaper like a baby. 
But, it was harder to re-train than Josh expected. Sometimes he 
couldn't go to the bathroom in time. Since he had gotten used to 
wearing diapers, he dirtied his pull-ups several times. But, with his 
strong will, Josh managed to get out of diapers, and after that, he was 
no longer treated like a toddler. He was allowed to take his own bath, 
brush his own teeth, feed himself, dress himself (it felt strange to be 
wearing actual pants again after 2 years) and sleep in a bed instead of 
a crib. However, Josh slept in a different room, and all the baby 
equipment was kept, and the nursery stayed the same. No, those wouldn't 
be thrown away. Those things would be put back to use, someday...

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