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...