Kidnap 2

Summary: The story of "Kidnap!" continues with a new kid that the 
kidnapper is ready to discipline. But, this time, Josh is here to 
help...

Part 1

Josh woke up earlier than usual. Today may or may not be the day. He 
didn't know. Josh sat up and checked his watch; he still had some time 
before he would go on the trip again. He considered sleeping, but 
instead, his 10-year old mind began to wander back to all that he had 
experienced in the past 4 years. He could vividly remember his own 
kidnapping, his first diaper change, everything. He reflected back to 
his potty training, and then his actual treatment of being treated like 
an 8-year old instead of a 2-year old. As he began to dress, Josh 
clearly remembered how the kidnapper had considered him going back to 
school, but instead deciding to home-school him, and saw how he had 
excelled from the home-schooling, becoming farther and farther in 
academics than peers his own age. His mind lodged itself into the past 
until the kidnapper came. "Good morning, Josh. Are you ready to go out 
again?" "Yeah, I think so" Josh quietly replied. "Good." she said.

They got into the car, and drove off to the park where Josh was 
kidnapped. Josh stepped out and surveyed the area. So many memories 
here. He walked up to the tree that the kidnapper hid behind and leaned 
against it. He searched the many kids and took a drink from a water 
bottle to quench his thirst from the summer heat. Josh looked 
carefully, hoping that he would find the perfect kid today. He came 
here on several occasions looking for him/her, but didn't succeed. The 
kidnapper was hesitant to come back here, as she thought that people 
were still looking for Josh and her, the kidnapper. Luckily, that 
didn't happen, so they came back to this park to look for the perfect 
kid.

Josh searched and searched. He sighed with frustration. Nothing so far. 
He drank all of his water bottle and threw it into a trashcan. A hand 
weaved through his thick, brownish-blond hair in desperation. His hope 
was beginning to wane when one kid-who was only 5 years old-suddenly 
arrived and started cussing and beating up on the other kids. He 
strutted around as if he owned the place, naming the park (which he 
called "Chris's F***in' Park") after himself. He even had the 
effrontery to talk back to the parents, who were shocked to see those 
words to come out of what they thought was a harmless kid. They were 
tricked by Chris, as he looked so cute and innocent with his dark brown 
hair and his sweet, yet shy, smile. Josh grinned. He called for the 
kidnapper and showed her. She agreed. This was the kid. They were 
planning to kidnap him, but, this time, it was going to be harder. "How 
are we going to do it with all these people around?" Josh whispered. 
"Just be very careful to not draw attention to yourself." the kidnapper 
whispered back.

But, whatever the kidnapper had in mind, Josh never found out. As luck 
would have it, the kid strutted practically right towards them. Both 
Josh and the woman moved back. As Josh kept an eye on the people, the 
kidnapper prepared herself. The kid walked closer and closer. He was 
almost at their car. Josh said the coast was clear, and the kidnapper 
knew it was time to act. She snatched the kid so quickly he didn't have 
time to yelp in surprise.

Part 2

At least an hour dragged by. The kid, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, 
struggled the entire time. He was still struggling when he was brought 
into the house and into the nursery. Chris was laid on the diaper-
changing table and Josh fastened the belt on his upper stomach, just 
under the nipples. "Get ready, Josh." the kidnapper said (she was about 
to take off the handcuffs). "Ready," Josh responded. The woman took the 
restraints off, and the kid flailed his arms about. Josh tried to 
remove his shirt, but without success, this kid was putting up a heck 
of a fight. Instead, Josh grabbed a wrist, and his superior strength 
allowed him to force it down and fasten it to the table. He did the 
same with the other wrist. Then, taking out a pair of scissors, Josh 
carefully cut the shirt off. After all, it wouldn't be used anymore. 
Before removing the ankles, the kidnapper let Josh carefully remove 
Chris's pants and underwear, and after sliding it through his ankles, 
Josh took off the shoes, and after some effort, the socks, moving it 
from side to side until it slid out from under the ankle restraints. 
Josh stepped back a little as the kidnapper moved in and undid the 
ankle restraints. Chris, immediately sensing freedom of his legs, 
kicked them in every direction very fast, so fast that the kidnapper 
barely dodged them. Meanwhile, Josh took off the blindfold and replaced 
Chris's gag with a pacifier, deliberately tying it on. While firmly 
grabbing his ankles and lifting his butt up, Josh gave the woman a baby 
wipe, which she used to wipe Chris's bum and crotch up. "Now, now, Baby 
Chris." she soothed in babyish talk. "Hold still while Mommy gets your 
diaper on." Of course, Chris did the exact thing, and struggled even 
harder. Josh watched the event, amused. He knew that Chris would lose 
the fight. He grinned evilly while he grabbed both of Chris's legs and 
held them still while the kidnapper lotioned and powdered him up, and 
stealthily slipped a couple of pills into his rectum. Josh then lifted 
up Chris's legs while the kidnapper unfolded a diaper and slid it under 
his butt, pulled it over his crotch (after making sure Chris's penis 
was pointing down) and snugly taped it up.

Chris struggled and struggled, his movements causing the plastic of the 
diaper and the changing matt to crinkle with joy. He was furious, and 
angry muffles were heard through his pacifier. "Why do you think Baby 
Chris is so cranky, Josh?" the kidnapper cheerfully asked in mock 
ignorance. "The baby is probably sleepy and needs a nap" Josh replied, 
his grin spreading from ear to ear. The woman quickly unfastened Chris 
and slammed him into the soft, plastic mattress of the crib. After 
restraining him, forcing Chris to lie on his stomach, the kidnapper 
patted his thickly padded butt, saying "Sleep well, my precious baby 
boy" she cooed. "Yeah," Josh said, "sleep well." and gave him a good, 
hard swat on his diapered rear, causing Chris to growl in anger. As 
Chris fumed in the crib, Josh and the kidnapper laughed in the living 
room and ate cheerfully, happy that their plan succeeded.

Part 3

Chris continued to struggle in the crib, but was tiring out. Exhausted, 
he finally stopped. Those two jerks would pay for this. He was going to 
get them good. But, that could wait for now. Right now, he needed to 
find a way to get this diaper off. It was uncomfortable to him, since 
the many soft layers wedged between his legs forced them wide apart, 
and that whenever he moved, both the diaper's outer shell and the 
crib's mattress crinkled loud and clear. But worse, he needed to pee 
really badly, in fact, he was going to go whiz behind a tree in the 
park (since he didn't like public bathrooms) when those two came and 
kidnapped him. The pressure on his bladder increased. He couldn't take 
it any longer, and after some effort, Chris let go. Hot urine flowed 
all over the front of the diaper and soaked the diaper's multiple 
thirsty layers. He tinkled and piddled for a long time until he was 
empty. He thought that maybe the diaper had leaked. It didn't. However, 
Chris let out so much that the front became hot and mushy and had 
attained a yellow color. He sighed and tears welled up in his eyes. 
Chris began to sob softly.

An hour or so later, Chris needed to do something even worse than 
peeing: he had to poop. And not just a little, either. It was going to 
be a lot, judging by the pain of the large cramps coming from his 
stomach. Chris tried to hold it, but was unable to. He sobbed some more 
as he began to relieve himself. The poop came squirting out into the 
diaper. Loud, wet farts blasted out into the fluffy wall of Chris's 
baby pants. He wriggled, letting out load after load of wet, mushy, 
runny poop. A lump began to grow in the diaper's back. The runny poop 
flowed down and ran and danced all over Chris's crotch. After many 
minutes, it finally stopped. Chris, panting from the effort, cried and 
didn't stop the tears as they flowed out of his eyes.

Part 4

Another hour passed by before the kidnapper came. "Okay, Baby Chris, 
it's time for dinner!" Chris didn't fight as she undid the restraints 
and lifted him up; he was too tired. Pretending that she didn't notice 
the smell of poop, the kidnapper slung Chris over his shoulder and 
supported him by wrapping her arm around his back and using her other 
hand to firmly hold Chris's diaper seat; her hand pressed the lump down 
and smeared the load everywhere inside the diaper. Chris continued to 
cry.

He was carried down and strapped into a highchair and fed his dinner. 
Chris, surprisingly, quietly ate as the load in his diaper was smeared 
even more by his sitting. After drinking a couple bottles of milk and 
cranberry juice, (which were laced with Ex-Lax and diuretics) Chris was 
burped, and put in a playpen and watched TV with Josh, who was sprawled 
across the couch. Chris only glared as he sat in the playpen, and angry 
murmurings came out, which were muffled by the pacifier that was 
strapped back into his mouth. The murmurings stopped when Chris 
realized he needed to pee and poop again. Chris attempted to hold it, 
but again, was unsuccessful. He adjusted his position as best as the 
restraints let him, and he groaned and his face turned red while he let 
out more waste into the diaper. Josh pretended not to notice anything, 
though he did discreetly watch Chris while he let out more poop and the 
stench in the room intensified. Chris was finally done, and this time 
he bawled as best as the pacifier would let him.

"Mom!" Josh hollered, "Baby Chris is crying! I think he needs a diaper 
change!" The kidnapper came in. "Is that true?" she asked Chris while 
she picked him up and patted his butt, "Does Baby Chris need his diapee 
changed?" She pulled the diaper back and looked down his back. "Yes! 
Chris DOES need a new diapee! He made a big poopy just for Mommy!" 
Chris continued to bawl. Josh followed the kidnapper to the nursery; he 
wanted to see this.

Chris was still crying when he was restrained on the changing table. 
Josh looked at the diaper; it didn't take a genius to know that Chris 
was badly in need of a change, he could tell just by looking at it that 
the diaper was loaded to the max. It was visibly bulging with pee and 
poop, and the front had a mushy, yellow color to it while the back was 
stained with a muddy brown. The kidnapper slowly untaped the diaper and 
peeled it back, revealing an awful sight. Chris's entire diaper area 
was just slathered with poop, and every inch of the diaper's interior 
was covered with more of Chris's excrement. "What a big poopoo Baby 
Chris made for Mommy!" the kidnapper exclaimed, "He made a nice big 
present in his diapee, didn't he?" Josh found this deliciously funny, 
and made no effort to hide his snickers. Chris shut his eyes and waited 
for the ordeal to be over.

It took a long time and a lot of baby wipes to clean up Chris, but the 
kidnapper did it. She carried him naked and bathed him. After that was 
a quick wiping, a generous amount of lotion and powder, and a new 
fresh, thick diaper was taped tightly around Chris's loins. He was put 
back into the crib, and he glared at Josh again as he firmly slapped 
his amply padded tushie just before the lights were turned off.

Part 5

Josh talked to the kidnapper. He had a plan for Chris, but, he told the 
kidnapper, they would need to get to the park early the next morning. 
The kidnapper liked his idea, and so, she woke up Chris early in the 
morning. He woke up after a couple of nudges. Before he was awake 
enough to struggle again, the woman undid the restraints and scooped 
him up and slipped a pacifier in his mouth before he could cuss out 
anything. She put a short babyish shirt on him and some shoes and 
socks, and then Josh, Chris, and the kidnapper drove away to the park.

Chris was lifted out of the car soon and was waddling to the park with 
one of his hands in the firm grip of the kidnapper. She didn't want him 
to try to escape. He was led to a picnic table and was forced to drink 
bottles of milk laced with a generous dose of Ex-Lax and diuretics. 
Chris's pacifier was put back in his mouth.

As he was set on the ground, Chris noticed that this would be a good 
time to escape. Chris worked his legs and tried to make a run for it, 
but he couldn't since the thick diapers hindered his progress, and Josh 
was much too fast for him anyway. He was dragged back-almost literally-
to the picnic table again. The kidnapper thanked Josh warmly and 
slapped Chris's wriggling thighs, then forced him to drink another 
bottle laced with Ex-Lax and diuretics. He was issued another hard slap 
at his legs and was told not to do it again unless he wanted to get 
severely punished. Chris truly became scared and didn't try it again 
when he was set back on the ground.

He slowly waddled towards the playground, and went towards the swings. 
Seeing this, the kidnapper picked up Chris and set him on a little kid 
swing, the type that had a leather strap between the legs, which held 
Chris secure and left his legs dangling through the leg holes. He was 
so short that his feet couldn't even touch the ground. Chris's bottom 
was pushed, and he was swinging through the air. After half an hour or 
so, Chris began to almost enjoy the experience. Eventually, the 
coolness of the early morning drifted away along with the time, and he 
was lifted out of the swings just when the sun was searing through the 
clouds. It was also the time that other kids came in.

Chris became rigid while he was in the kidnapper's arms, and stared 
intently at the other kids. He was scared the kids would make fun of 
him because he was a big kid who was still in diapers. The boy 
whimpered a little and began to prepare himself for the teasing, 
and....nothing happened. The kids didn't think his appearance was 
anything worth noticing. Yes, he was 5, but his diapers made him look 
like he was 2, maybe a large 2 year old, since he was actually 5, but, 
Chris could still be easily mistaken for a toddler. Chris was about to 
sigh with relief when a parent came up to him.

Chris tensed up his muscles again. "What a cute boy you have there!" 
the mom exclaimed, "How old is he? "Chris?" asked the kidnapper, "He's 
only 2." "He's a little big for a 2 year old," responded the mom, "but, 
he looks so adorable! Where did you get those diapers?" she pointed to 
Chris's amply padded crotch. Chris was set back down on the ground as 
the kidnapper answered and the two talked some more. He considered 
escaping again, but he noticed Josh sitting at the picnic table, 
watching his every move. No, Chris decided, it was too risky. Besides, 
he couldn't go anywhere as long as he had these diapers on, and he 
couldn't take them off, now that Josh was watching him. He sighed with 
sadness, and then slowly waddled to the slides.

He climbed up the steps, his padded butt swaying from side to side, the 
outer plastic crackling cheerfully. As Chris slid down, he also found 
the need the pee and poop again. Like last time, the urge was too 
incredibly strong to resist it. As he waddled behind the slide to have 
privacy, Chris's young brain suddenly discovered something: this was 
why he was taken to the park. He was forced to drink all those bottles, 
and Chris finally found out why they tasted funny. He noticed from last 
night how the stuff in his rectum took about an hour to take into 
effect, and Chris realized that they made him go to the park to 
humiliate him when he was going to the bathroom. But why go and take 
the stuff so early? As it turned out, they made him take it so Chris 
could go as early as possible, and the woman wouldn't change him so he 
would now have to sit in his own filth longer, though Chris didn't 
realize this, yet.

Instead, he squatted down and groaned, straining to let out everything. 
Hot urine spurted out, dribbling everywhere and soaking up the diaper, 
while his bottom released load after load of poop. At first, it was 
soupy and liquidy, then became a watery pile of mush. Chris let out 
everything until the pain in his bladder and bowels were relieved. He 
waddled out and went back to the kidnapper. Chris expected to get 
changed, but he was instead given a bottle to drink, and was forced to 
consume it. Josh and the kidnapper knew exactly why Chris came back to 
them, but they pretended not to notice. A confused Chris was pushed 
back out to the playground.

He was on the slides again, and slid on them several times. Each time 
he did so, Chris spread and smeared the load in his baby pants even 
more. The contents of Chris's diaper now began to grab the attention of 
others. After a while, several kids (including their parents) even left 
the park because the stench was so bad. Parents checked their kids' 
diapers, but found nothing. They never found the culprit to the smell, 
though, as Chris cleverly climbed up a tree and hid himself among the 
leaves. Josh and the kidnapper let him, after all, if other parents 
found out it was Chris, they would go and pressure them to change 
Chris, which was not what they were striving for.

After a while, everyone else left the park, and, unusually for a summer 
day, the park was empty for a little while (which was probably because 
of Chris). Chris viewed the area and was about to climb down the tree 
when yet another pain swooped into his belly. He didn't even make an 
effort to hold it back, and so Chris pooped and peed in his diaper 
again until he was relieved. Chris climbed down the tree and went 
towards the kidnapper and Josh. Surely he was going to be changed now.

But, Chris was only given a bottle of water and was sent off to the 
playground again. Chris realized that they weren't planning to change 
his diaper, and was now beginning to cry. But, Chris held back the 
tears, crying was for babies. Chris went back, his diaper's front all 
yellow and mushy from urine and its seat a solid, dark brown. It sagged 
and bulged, swelled up from all the liquid wastes, spreading Chris's 
small legs apart even farther. He played some more, crawling through 
tunnels and riding on slides. A few hours and a couple more poopy loads 
later, Chris couldn't take it anymore, and he collapsed on the sand and 
made no effort to hold back his tears. Josh agreed with the woman that 
Chris had had enough, and so the kidnapper came to pick up the crying 
boy.

The kidnapper pulled back the rear waistband to see how bad things 
were. It was real bad. She comforted Chris by patting his messy seat 
and softly talking to him. "There, there Chris" she whispered. "Shhhhh, 
don't worry, I'll change your diaper and everything will be better." 
Chris whimpered in response.

He was carried to the bathroom and was set down on the same baby 
changing station that Josh was on 4 years ago. Chris, completely 
broken, only whimpered and didn't even put up a fight. His body fit 
perfectly on the changing station, and after being strapped in and 
having a paper towel slid under his butt, Chris's short shirt was 
lifted up to his armpits. His diaper was untaped and pulled back.

What hid behind that diaper was even more horrible than the one Chris 
had on yesterday. Everything was splattered in what looked like a layer 
of poop an inch thick. Mush coated Chris's privates and liquid poop ran 
down his legs while more liquid poop sloshed in the diaper. But, 
luckily, the diaper never leaked, though it was starting to get close. 
"What a big present my baby boy made," the kidnapper softly cooed as 
she grabbed Chris's ankles (which still wore socks and shoes) and wiped 
him up. In spite of the embarrassing comment, Chris was beginning to 
feel better, but that stopped as soon as the door opened.

A young girl came in and saw Chris getting his diaper changed, his 
still messy bottom being lifted high in the air and being wiped up, a 
very full diaper was rolled up next to him. "EWWWWWW!!!!!" the girl 
screamed, "Momma, is that why the park smelled?" she pointed to Chris. 
"Maybe," her mom said quietly. Chris began to sob again. After the girl 
and her mom left, the kidnapper was finished with wiping up Chris. A 
small crowd had come in while Chris was getting lotioned and powdered 
up. A couple parents looked at Chris for a little while. Like the girl, 
they were convinced that he was the one who stank up the park. But, 
they didn't say anything. Finally, the new diaper was tightly taped 
into place, and he was carried out of the bathrooms. For the first time 
since he was kidnapped, Chris smiled. It was good to be back in a clean 
diaper.

Chris was once more set on the ground and he cheerfully waddled back to 
the playground while the kidnapper went back to Josh. Chris felt much 
happier now that he was clean again. He played almost non-stop for 
about half and hour, but, unfortunately, not all of the diuretics and 
laxatives had gone through Chris's system.

Chris glumly squatted down and pushed. He sat back down in the giant 
sandbox that he was in, not caring that he was smearing everything. His 
stench was permeating through the park again. Other kids in the sandbox 
ran out, "EWWWWW, that baby pooped his diaper! He's poopy!" they 
screamed to their parents, and pointed at Chris. Chris only cried 
again. The kidnapper came and picked him up and carried him to the 
bathroom again. After a change, Chris played again, and the kids that 
ran out played next to him again (after they found out he got his 
diaper changed, of course). Chris did this until the kidnapper picked 
up Chris, saying it was time to go home.

Chris was restraint and put to bed after eating dinner and a bath. 
While Chris was sleeping, exhausted from the day's events, Josh and the 
kidnapper talked for a while drinking soda and eating snacks. "That was 
a nice plan, Josh," the kidnapper praised, "I think that disciplined 
him well; it possibly brought that brat faster to giving in to his 
treatment. Great job, Josh!" "Thanks" Josh said, happily. "How long do 
you think he'll put up a fight?" "I don't know, at least a couple of 
months," the kidnapper replied, But a few more times of using your plan 
might shorten his resistance."

Part 6

Chris woke up once again. He waited for the kidnapper to come in. She 
came in later, checked his diaper to find that it was dry, and fed him 
breakfast. All day, Chris just sat in the playpen and glumly looked to 
the outside world through a window. He did this until dinner, where he 
was afterwards checked again. He was changed out of his wet diaper and 
was given a bath and plopped into the crib.

Josh and the kidnapper talked again in the evening. It was still early, 
at around 8:00 pm or so. "When can we take him out again?" Josh asked. 
"Well, how about in a couple of days?" the kidnapper said, "We should 
space these trips out so he can get used to being seen in diapers." 
"Okay," said Josh, "but can we make him poop and pee more? It would 
embarrass him and maybe make him give in faster." "I like that. Except 
that we can't use laxatives and diuretics, you know. Using too much 
could make him dependant on them. Let's see...how about feeding him 
regular foods to make him poop more, like bran muffins, and maybe use 
cranberry juice as diuretics?" "Okay," said Josh, "that sounds good."

"You know Josh," the kidnapper said, switching to something else, "I 
shouldn't have toilet-trained you. You were really cute in diapers, 
just like Chris. I remember that one day you kicked your feet and 
sucked your thumb while I was changing you. That was so adorable!" She 
giggled while Josh's cheeks tinged slightly and his feelings began to 
boil. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, almost retortedly, "Yes, 
Josh," the kidnapper said, rolling her eyes, "Can't you take a joke 
once in a while?" "But" she added in a serious tone, "I wasn't joking 
on how cute you were." She laughed again. Josh rolled his own eyes and 
sighed with mild anger. "Sorry, Josh," the woman apologized, "but you 
gotta loosen up once in a while. Anyway, let's take him to the 
supermarket, same thing we did to him in the park today, ok?" "Ok." 
Josh mumbled back. Though he knew it was just a joke, he still felt 
resentful from the kidnapper's comment.

Part 7

A couple days later, Chris was exposed to the public again, clad in 
only his diapers, a very short shirt, and shoes and socks. He went and 
waddled to the supermarket, his hand firmly clasped with the 
kidnapper's. Chris was lifted into the chair in the cart and was pushed 
in. By then, Chris had a desperate urge to poop, as he was fed a lot of 
bran muffins and cranberry juice that morning. He squirmed and wriggled 
frantically while the kidnapper put in more packages of diapers and 
wipes for him. Both the kidnapper and Josh knew exactly why Chris was 
uncomfortable, but pretended not to notice. Chris was desperate now and 
was hoping he could hold it long enough so that he wouldn't poop his 
pants out in public (by then he was realizing that he would have to use 
the diaper, and was beginning to grudgingly except it). Despite the 
embarrassment of wearing a diaper that was fully exposed to the public, 
Chris knew that others wouldn't question his appearance, but if he 
pooped in his diaper, people would notice it. If they did, they would 
probably comment on it and point fingers at him, and that was pure 
torture.

Chris didn't know how long they would be in the supermarket; he 
couldn't endure this agony for much longer. He tried to talk, but the 
pacifier that was strapped to his mouth prevented him from doing so. 
Now, Chris was ready to just give in to his bodily needs, but then the 
cart came to the checkout line. Unfortunately, it was a long line.

Still, it meant that they would be leaving soon, and that gave Chris 
reason to hold his bowels longer, which was no small feat, considering 
that his bladder had just filled up as well. The line shrank away 
surprisingly quickly, and now there was just one old lady in front of 
them. This was Luck's cue to leave, and the old lady was now counting 
her change, penny by penny. "My God," Chris thought, "doesn't she have 
any dollar bills? Can't she count faster?!" But, she just kept counting 
and counting. Although the kidnapper, Josh, and everyone else in the 
line was getting impatient with that woman, none of them had a better 
reason for their frustration than Chris who was now on the brink of 
losing control. He wriggled and danced in every direction. Still, the 
woman was counting,(and by now, the cashier was getting tired of it as 
well.) Chris couldn't stand the agony any more, and so he sat in the 
cart in a relaxed position, concentrated, and let everything out.

It was hard to poop while sitting down, but it could be done. Large 
gaseous lumps bubbled and plopped into the fluffy, cottony interior of 
the diaper and the warm pee trickled and gurgled through the pads and 
slowly soaked them. Chris kept pushing, letting out everything, his 
face turning an almost tomato red from the effort. Josh and the 
kidnapper both watched, and grinned at each other, since their plan to 
humiliate him did work out after all (and that watching Chris use his 
diaper was the only source of entertainment during the long wait behind 
that old lady). Chris was finally done, and now his eyes had turned a 
glassy, sparkly color from the tears he was holding back and his lower 
lip was quivering. He was now aware of the poop squishing up against 
him and the ripe, putrid odor of a dirty diaper.

The people behind Josh and the kidnapper now took notice of the smell 
as well. "Great," they thought, we're stuck behind a decrepit old woman 
who takes a minute to count out a penny, and now we have to smell some 
kid's poopy diaper." A couple of them began whispering to each other 
about the smell. "Someone here needs a diaper change" one said "I think 
it's that little boy over there." another one whispered, discreetly 
pointing to Chris. Chris heard the comments and bit down on his 
pacifier, fighting harder to not give in to the humiliation.

At long last, the old woman was done counting out the change and she 
departed. Despite the recent addition inside Chris's pants, everyone 
breathed a deep sigh of relief. The kidnapper quickly paid and wheeled 
the cart out. Chris was buckled into the car seat while Josh decided to 
help the kidnapper put the groceries into the trunk. After a minute or 
so, they were done, and they put the cart back and drove to the park 
(with all the windows rolled out, of course).

Just like the other day, Chris went and ventured into the park (after 
some prodding from Josh, who was playing on the swings). He quietly 
waddled to the same tree he climbed up the day before, while enduring 
the remarks of the kids, who noticed the aroma flowing out of his baby 
pants. He finally got to the tree, and he clambered up and settled in 
the leaves. Now, completely humiliated, Chris curled up and sobbed.

He cried for a long time, not attempting to stop the rain of tears 
whatsoever. Chris was completely broken right now, and he didn't care 
for the moment that he was dressed like a baby in public, all he wanted 
was to get his diaper changed. To be clean again was better than 
anything else. How long was he going to have to wear this diaper? 
Unsure, Chris cried again.

Many minutes later, Chris waddled back to the kidnapper, desperate to 
have his diaper changed. It had been full of poop for hours now, and it 
was irritating him. Chris's eyes were red now from all the crying, and, 
still flowing with tears, they were begging to the kidnapper. Without 
saying anything, the kidnapper checked his diaper to see the damage. 
Then, since the bathrooms were crowded, she lifted Chris onto the 
picnic table and lifted his shirt up. To her, the humiliation had gone 
far enough.

Chris was whimpering unhappily, and the woman, patting his bulging 
diaper, soothed him with sweet words, played with his brown hair, and 
rubbed and tickled his stomach. Chris gave a shy, timid smile. His 
filthy diaper was removed, and he was gently wiped up. Extra lotion and 
powder was added, as a slight rash had developed. After taping up a 
fresh diaper, the kidnapper laid Chris across her lap, removed his 
pacifier, and gave him several bottles of cold water. Chris drank them 
down without hesitation. A beaming smile was across his face now, happy 
for the new diaper. The kidnapper smiled back, and popped the pacifier 
back into Chris's mouth. Still smiling, Chris waddled back to the 
playground, his new diaper cheerfully crinkling along with him.

Part 8

Brian skulked a little longer. At least that idiot Chris wasn't in the 
playpen with him anymore. But, that diaper-wearing baby kept staring at 
him, not bothering to mind his own business. Brian just ignored him and 
turned his head away. But then, he sensed something unpleasant.

He was smelling the aroma of poop. Brian snapped his head sideways to 
stare at Chris. Chris just acted as if nothing had happened, and was 
just sitting on the ground playing with some toys. But Brian knew that 
Chris pooped. It had to be him, since Chris was the only other one in 
diapers, and Brian knew he hadn't gone in his. He hoped that woman 
would come in soon to get rid of Chris. Soon enough she did, and she 
sensed poop as well. The kidnapper checked both Chris and Brian. Of 
course, Chris was picked up and was gone for a while getting his diaper 
changed. Brian was mortified by the checking, in fact he found this 
whole situation mortifying, but at least Chris was gone.

His relief was short-lived, for Chris was carried back and was plopped 
down on the floor near Brian again. Brian growled, and just ignored him 
again. Soon, Brian was finally taken out of the playpen, and was given 
a bath. The kidnapper had a hard time cleaning Brian, as he still 
resisted his treatment and kicked and lashed everywhere. She managed 
it, though, and then diapered him up for the night. He was put into the 
crib again and soon Chris was as well. The lights were turned off.

"Well, I hope Brian will get along with Chris" the kidnapper said. "I 
don't know, I don't think Brian liked Chris. He seemed to get annoyed 
by him." Josh replied. "Well, Brian'll get used to it" the kidnapper 
responded, "Probably after he gives in to his baby treatment." "Can we 
humiliate him at the park like we did with Chris?" Josh asked. The 
kidnapper said, "Sure, it seemed to work for Chris, and I'm sure it'll 
work for Brian, though, this time, we won't give him the chance to 
escape like we did with Chris." "Yeah" Josh said. "When should we do 
it?" "We should let him get a little adjusted here first, so, how about 
in a couple of days?" she answered. "Okay" Josh said.

Those two days before the event went by slowly, for Josh, the 
kidnapper, and Brian. For Josh and the woman, it went slow because they 
were anticipating it. For Brian, it was because he hated being treated 
like a baby. Eating in a highchair and sleeping in a crib was bad 
enough, but wearing and using diapers was worse. On top of all of that 
was that idiot baby Chris, who's interest in Brian as a playmate did 
not cease in the least. He was even worse than the kidnapper, who 
constantly talked baby-talk to him, or Josh, who always seemed to hold 
authority over him and embarrassed him about his diapers.

Part 9

Eventually, the day came, though only Josh and the kidnapper knew its 
significance. A confused Chris and Brian were awakened, had their 
diapers changed, and were dressed with shoes, socks, and a short T-
shirt. Then, they went to the park.

Chris immediately went to the playground and had fun. But for Brian, he 
was forced to eat several bran muffins along with cranberry juice. 
Brian's pacifier was strapped into his mouth to prevent him from 
talking, and after several firm nudges, he cautiously waddled to the 
playground. Like Chris and Josh, he had been nervous that others would 
make fun of him, but, no one even looked at him. He saw this as an 
opportunity to escape, but was pulled back by Josh. For the rest of the 
day, Brian made no escape attempts after that.

Soon, he had terrible cramps and waddled to the bathrooms. Josh was 
still watching Brian and he dragged him back to the playground. "Do you 
need to go to the bathroom?" Josh whispered. Brian nodded desperately. 
"Well," Josh whispered back in an evil grin, "that's what a diaper's 
for." Brian's eyes grew wide when he heard this and he struggled from 
the strain of holding the cramps in. He tried to go to the bathroom, 
but Josh held a thick, firm grip on his wrist. Brian suddenly grew 
still, his face turning a reddish hue. Josh immediately knew what was 
going on.

After he was done, Josh let go and let Brian waddle back to the 
kidnapper. Brian quickly waddled, not wanting to be noticed by others 
that he had a poopy diaper. The air in the park was ruined once again 
by the odor of a dirty diaper, though this time, it was caused by 
Brian, instead of Chris or Josh.

Brian came back to the kidnapper. To his surprise, he was only given 
some water to drink. He sipped on it, as it was hot, but the kidnapper 
didn't even seem to notice the smell. He was then ushered back into the 
playground. Several times Brian went back to the kidnapper, each time 
having a larger weight to carry inside his pants. But, every time, he 
was pushed back into the playground. Brian couldn't stand it anymore. 
By the 4th time, he waddled back fast, crying. The kidnapper comforted 
him and patted his butt, asking him what was wrong. "Maybe Baby Brian 
needs his diaper changed." the kidnapper said, and confirmed her 
supposed suspicions after checking him. She took Brian to the bathroom 
and changed him on the changing station. After that, Brian was only 
whimpering, but, was more willing to go back and play.

Part 10

Brian's patience had long since decayed away. He was enraged at that 
babbling Chris now, and he was going to do something to make him shut 
up. While Chris kept playing and talking to him, Brian raised a fist 
and slammed it into Chris's shoulder. Chris locked eyes with him, 
shocked for a moment, and then Brian punched again into his shoulder. 
Chris was beginning to cry now, and he began to punch back in self-
defense. Brian aimed another blow at him, but was grabbed from behind.

It was Josh, and he shoved Brian up on his feet and dragged him to the 
kidnapper. When Josh told her what happened, she was furious with 
Brian, but, decided to save the punishment for later. She went to the 
sandbox and scooped up the sobbing Chris and drove back home.

The kidnapper dealt with Brian very soon. In no time, he was triple 
diapered and had plastic pants on him. He was strapped into the crib 
and was then force-fed lots of bran muffins and cranberry juice and 
milk laced with Ex-Lax and diuretics. The bars of the crib were pulled 
up and Brian was left alone, not yet knowing his unfortunate fate.

Chris was still sobbing, and so the woman stuck a pacifier in his 
mouth, picked him up and patted his diapered rear while soothing him 
with sweet words. She was well aware that Chris had hit Brian, though 
she wasn't mad at him, as he only hit in self-defense. The kidnapper 
also knew that Brian was going to regret his actions, and she assured 
Chris that he would never be hit by Brian again.

Chris recovered in half-an-hour or so, and spent the rest of the day 
watching cartoons with Josh and playing with his toys in the playpen. 
He tried to put Brian out of his mind, and succeeded for a while, 
though a couple times he let out a whimper from the thought of him. 
After being fed dinner, Chris was given a bath, and was carried nude to 
the nursery. As he went in, he sensed a putrid odor, and swerved his 
head around to see Brian strapped to the crib wearing loaded diapers, 
though he had only soaked up the first one so far. He continued to 
stare silently at Brian while he was re-diapered and when he was put 
into his crib. After the lights were turned off, Chris felt sorry for 
Brian despite that he hit him, since Chris knew how horrible Brian's 
punishment truly was, as he had gone through it himself. Chris 
eventually went to sleep while hearing Brian's sobs.

Brian by now was regretting what he had done. Although his diapers 
weren't even close to leaking, he was already getting irritated by the 
load inside his pants. He sobbed, hoping that his diaper would be 
changed soon. He didn't know how wrong he was, yet.

Chris woke up early in the morning and looked through the bars to see 
Brian, still sleeping, his ripe smell still dominating the fresh wipes 
and powder-lotion scent in the nursery. After Chris was changed and 
fed, he sat on the floor and played with some toys while staring at 
Brian. Brian stared back.

Chris sat on the floor for most of the day, witnessing Brian mess into 
his amply padded baby pants several times. It had been about a day 
since he had been changed, and Brian was miserable. He now sobbed 
constantly, his legs wriggling in an attempt to have his private 
regions push away from the mess in his pants. The hope he originally 
had whenever he saw the kidnapper dissipated, as he figured out that 
the kidnapper only came to him to feed him more bran muffins and 
cranberry juice. Brian hoped it would end soon.

It was night now, and Chris lay in his crib again, listening to the 
constant wails and cries coming from Brian. He had forgiven Brian, and 
was hoping he would be changed soon. After listening to Brian for 
several minutes, Chris drifted off into sleep.

It was morning now, almost two days since Brian was clean. He was in 
agony, as his diapers had leaked into his plastic pants, and the 
plastic pants had now leaked and a mixture of pee and poop had formed 
into a pool around Brian's butt. He wailed again from the pain. Soon 
the kidnapper came, and she checked Chris's diaper, then she fed him in 
the dining room. After Chris was set down in the playpen, the kidnapper 
went upstairs to see Brian.

Brian saw her, and his watery, red eyes begged for mercy. She lowered 
the bars down, and then unrestrained him. Brian stood still. His 
dripping body was led to the changing table. Brian was thankful, and he 
sobbed again. The kidnapper removed the filthy plastic pants and each 
of the equally filthy diapers. He was wiped with gentle care, and Brian 
cried out in pain, as he now had a severe diaper rash. After many 
minutes, he was finally clean, and was led to the bathrooms, where he 
was given a bath. Brian shrieked again when his privates came in 
contact with the warm water, and continued to wince and cry in pain. 
After his diaper area was soaped and carefully cleaned, Brian was wiped 
up once again. Lots of lotion and powder was applied to fight the rash, 
and just one diaper was pulled up between Brian's legs and taped up.

He was carried down to the nursery and was fed a bottle of milk. After 
finishing it, Brian was put into the playpen with Chris. Chris offered 
one of his toys with him, and Brian took it, playing with it without 
much enthusiasm. Brian continued to grudgingly play with Chris and 
tolerated his constant talking. Suddenly, Brian felt something.

It was the urge to poop, as some of the bran muffins were still in his 
system. He made no effort to hold it back, he didn't even care now. He 
just sat and let everything out. Brian sobbed as he sensed the smell of 
dirty diapers, though he didn't know that he wasn't the only source of 
it.

"Someone filled his pants in here," the kidnapper said. "Now which one 
of you boys did it?" She checked Chris and Brian, and it turned out 
that both had pooped. "My, my, we have two messy little boys here!" she 
declared. Brian just sobbed in agreement; his rash still stung and 
nipped him. But things were soon settled as both boys had their diapers 
changed and were in the playpen again.

Brian played with Chris the rest of the day. At one point he was 
beginning to enjoy it and almost smiled at Chris, though his diaper 
rash prevented him from doing that. Still, it was a start, and as 
Brian's diaper was changed again and he was put back into the crib 
(which had been cleaned during the day), Brian almost looked forward to 
playing with Chris again.

Part 11

Brian woke up right around the time the summer sun's arms reached 
through the window. His diaper rash was still there, and the diaper was 
now uncomfortable because of it. Its thick, fluffy padding wasn't bad, 
except that it sometimes rubbed against his skin too much. The 
waistband, which hugged his stomach (just below the belly button) and 
stretched across his lower back grabbed him firmly and left imprints on 
his skin. Worse, were the leg cuffs, which clung on to Brian's legs so 
tightly that they left huge, ugly red imprints even worse than the 
waistband's. Normally, Brian could tolerate the gripping elastic 
without a problem, but, when unified with the rash, they stung and 
whipped his poor diaper area. Brian hoped his rash would heal soon.

His thoughts were soon replaced, though, with another. Brian discovered 
that he had an urge to poop. He didn't try to hold it, instead he just 
got up on his hands and knees as if he was crawling, and pushed. It was 
hard to poop, as the thick padding pressed against him and left no 
space between itself and the diaper area, but, this was semisolid, and 
was easier to push out. Brian just grunted and pushed until he felt 
relieved, also letting out the contents of his aching bladder. Finally, 
he was done, the inside of his diaper now hot and mushy with Brian's 
wastes. Unintentionally, he sat down and squashed his load and smeared 
it everywhere. As Brian sat there mushing his excrement all over his 
bottom, he winced from the protest of the rash, and waited for the 
kidnapper to come in.

Several minutes passed by, and she came. First, she checked Chris, who 
was dry, and he was set on the floor. Then came Brian, whom she found 
to be wet and messy. He was lifted out of the crib and lowered down and 
restrained on the changing table. The woman untaped the diaper and 
pulled it back. She carefully wiped the mess up, still conscious about 
Brian's diaper rash. After wiping him, she left him on the table naked 
for several minutes to let his skin breathe. Brian sighed with relief; 
even though it nipped at his skin a little, the air felt good against 
his rash. Another plus was that the irritations from the leg and 
waistband were gone. Chris stared at him while Brian was on the table, 
and Brian stared back. He was still staring at Chris when he was 
lotioned, powdered, and thickly diapered again. The staring broke when 
both boys were carried by the kidnapper and put into their highchairs 
for breakfast.

Part 12

Chris ate almost instantly. Brian grudgingly cooperated. After that 
both were in the playpen. Brian had more of a tolerance for Chris, now, 
though-as opposed to yesterday-his feelings for Chris had mostly 
switched back to what they formally were: an idiotic baby. But the 
stinging rash on Brian kept him behaved for the day, not just for 
Chris, but for everything else. For now, he didn't struggle during 
diaper changes, as he wanted to get cleaned up before the rash 
irritated him even more, and he quietly ate while in the highchair. 
Brian had now temporarily become well behaved because of his recent 
punishment, though he still had a ways to go.

"Brian's gotten better, don't you think, Josh?" the woman asked. "Yeah, 
but I don't think he's given in." Josh replied. "I don't think so 
either, as soon as the rash has cleared up, so will Brian's manners." 
she said. "Think it will take a couple months to make him give in?" 
Josh asked. "Yes." the kidnapper said.

The kidnapper was right, for the days that Brian had the rash he was 
completely well behaved. But, in a few days, the rash cleared up and 
eroded away, and Brian now became the brat that he once was. Now he 
struggled and fought again with others, and continued to ignore Chris 
(though he never dared to hit him again.) But, just like Chris and 
Josh, Brian eventually couldn't take the treatment anymore and just 
decided to cooperate.

It took him at least two months to give in, though it was another month 
before Brian was no longer restrained while in the crib; as the 
kidnapper wanted to make sure that he didn't try an escape attempt like 
Josh or Chris did. He didn't, so Brian no longer slept with the 
restraints on. But, that didn't mean that Brian started to play with 
Chris. Despite the fact that he had gotten used to him, Brian still saw 
him as an inferior form of life. It took an additional month before 
Brian actually started to enjoy playing with Chris. He still wasn't too 
fond of the constant talking, but, still, it was a start.

Brian was now playing with new toy while sitting in the crib. It had 
been his birthday yesterday, and it was fun being a big 6-year-old. 
Yes, he still had to wear diapers, sleep in a crib, and eat in a 
highchair, but at least he got big kid presents. The cake wasn't so bad 
either, and Brian managed to stuff himself full of it before Josh and 
Chris moved in to massacre it.

Brian felt an itch on his ribs. His hand crawled to it, lifting up his 
short T-shirt a little. As he scratched, Brian stretched his back a 
little and relieved his bladder, all the while he kept playing with his 
toy. He continued to concentrate on it, not noticing that Chris had 
woken up. Brian didn't even hear the loud, conspicuous crinkle the 
plastic mattress and the diaper made when Chris moved and sat up.

Chris wasn't paying attention to Brian, anyway. As he sighed and 
relieved himself, he looked at the window, viewing how the constant 
winter rain dribbled and oozed across the glass. He looked for a few 
seconds, shivered slightly, and dove under the blankets, his sock-
covered feet burrowing into its depths. To him, it was still cold. 
Chris then noticed the problem: his shirt had somehow ridden up to his 
armpits. He grabbed it with one hand and pulled it down until it was 
hanging full length (at about the point where his rack of ribs ended 
and transitioned into his stomach area). Chris huddled up in a fetal 
position under the blankets, listening to the rain, while the hot mush 
in his pants squished and warmed his bottom.

Part 13

At least half an hour crawled by before the kidnapper came. She changed 
Chris's messy diaper and Brian's wet one. Then each ate their 
breakfast. Brian pooped while he was eating in his highchair, and after 
he was burped, Brian was changed again. Soon, Brain came back to the 
living room where Chris was, and both boys stripped off their shirts 
and socks and went outside to play in the rain.

They jumped and waddled and sloshed through the ice-cold puddles. Their 
footsteps smacked the water, sending destructive waves and spinning 
vortexes, while they punched circular holes and shattered the chaotic 
liquid.

By now, Chris and Brian's bodies were starting to get soaked. Clear, 
aqua beads settled on their baby underwear and pools and rivers flowed 
through their brown hair. However, they didn't stop in their antics, 
and instead, both unanimously waddled toward the biggest pool. The pool 
here was carved into the dirt pile, and seemed incredibly deep to the 
boys, though it wasn't quite as deep or as wide as Josh's pool, which 
had long since been filled up. Still, it wasn't a small hole, either. 
Both of the boys looked down into the depths, shivered, and hesitated 
for a moment. Then, simultaneously, they jumped into the liquid.

A huge wave coughed up onto the muddy dirt pile, while towers of 
pellets came to fight the angry bullets descending from the dark, 
cloudy sky. The pellets lost, and fell to their death and splattered 
onto the mud, their cadavers running down in rivers and collecting into 
little puddles, soaking into the ground, and dribbling into the largest 
pool.

Brian and Chris played and danced in the icy water. Their feet summoned 
smoky clouds that blinded the pool. The boys' baby pants swelled up and 
squelched with rage. Hair now became soaked and clumped together into 
saturated, dripping strings. They kept playing and playing, until they 
thought it was time to say goodbye to the back yard.

Both boys now waddled back into the house. They had climbed out of the 
pool wet, and were now walking muddy as well. Their hands, feet, and 
the backsides of their saturated diapers were now dripping and coated 
with gurgling mud. They walked in, and stood dripping on the towel on 
the floor (which had been laid out for them) and yelled out to the 
woman. Soon, the kidnapper heard their calls, and stripped off their 
dirty, soggy pants, and washed them in a hot tub. Finally dry, Chris 
and Brian were freshly diapered, had their socks and shirts returned, 
and sat down in the living room to watch a movie with Josh.

However, what Brian and Chris weren't aware of was that Josh was 
watching the movie that he had picked out when he was 6: Stephen King's 
IT. When Josh put in the DVD, he noticed the reactions of the boys when 
they heard the circus music and saw Pennywise on the menu. Brian dove 
and hid in a pile of blankets, and when Josh sat back down, Chris 
crawled over and huddled next to the 10-year old. Everything stayed 
like this until Pennywise's first appearance.

Josh wasn't scared by any of this, as he had seen it already, but he 
saw Brian scrunch up in the blankets and felt Chris's grip tighten on 
his side when they saw the clown. He heard both boys whimper and gasp 
with fear a few seconds later when Pennywise opened up his mouth and 
presented all of his razor-sharp teeth. Chris cried for a while and his 
grip on Josh didn't cease.

Things settled back down, and a few more gasps were heard by Chris and 
Brian when the clown showed his teeth again. But, luckily, the scenes 
with Pennywise weren't too common, and so the two boys were only tense 
for a little while. When the first half was done, Josh stood up and 
went to the bathroom, as, unlike Brian and Chris, he didn't have the 
convenience of diapers. While Josh was gone, the two boys-especially 
Chris-considered on going back to the nursery, but, their curiosity on 
what would happen next won instead. Soon, Josh came back, turned the 
DVD over, and clicked on play.

Once again, Chris huddled up next to Josh. As before, they cried 
occasionally, but this time, they even wet their diapers several times 
because of Pennywise. Finally, after many minutes, the movie (and their 
diapers' absorbency) was finished. Chris and Brian sat on the couch, 
unafraid, and agreed with Josh: the ending was corny. In fact, neither 
Brian nor Chris jumped or whimpered whatsoever when they saw the 
ending. They thought that IT's clown form was far more sinister than 
that...thing, which wasn't scary at all. But still, the two boys 
thought that IT was a good movie overall. Their opinion was proven 
right during the night, as when they finally got to sleep, both boys 
woke up several times because of Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

Part 14

Several days later, Brian became sick. He woke up in the middle of the 
night with a strange, fluttering feeling in his stomach. Suddenly, he 
doubled over. Brian suddenly knew, and so he pushed away all of the 
blankets. A second later, he vomited. Brian cried, and that woke up the 
kidnapper. She turned on the lights and immediately saw the problem. 
The woman pushed down the bars and lifted Brian out and set him on the 
floor. She set to work on cleaning the mattress, which wasn't hard to 
do, as Brian managed to remove all the blankets from the area, and that 
the mattress was covered in plastic. She thoroughly cleaned it, checked 
Brian's diaper, and then plopped him back into the crib. The kidnapper 
left the bars down and set a trashcan in front of it, and did the same 
for Chris, just in case he was sick, too. Finished, she left and turned 
out the lights.

Not long after the kidnapper left, Brian let out a gassy, wet fart, and 
released a watery load of diarrhea into his pants. He thought of 
calling to the kidnapper, but, he was too sleepy and as exhausted from 
vomiting, and so he went back to sleep.

Several times after that, Brian woke up yet again with a sore, 
irritated stomach that demanded to be relieved. Brian obeyed every 
time, and filled up his diapers to the brim. By the time it was 
morning, Brian was wiped out, and so he slept until the kidnapper 
entered the nursery. A "sick" smell of diarrhea dominated the air. She 
pulled back the rear of Brian's loaded pants to check him, and saw the 
mess. The kidnapper laid him on the changing table, where he shivered 
as if he had a convulsion. Brian weakly wriggled his legs when the 
diaper was pulled back, revealing a butt and crotch smothered in watery 
excrement. Brian's temperature was taken, which declared 102 degrees 
Fahrenheit. After a new diaper was tightly taped up, he was given a 
bottle of Sprite, and was tucked into the crib again. He stayed in 
there all day. At first, Brian was pressured by Chris to come out and 
play with him, until the kidnapper told him that he couldn't because he 
was sick. Eventually, though, Brian was better again, though as soon as 
he had recovered, Chris became sick.

Like Brian, Chris vomited and had diarrhea. But, he took longer to 
recover. For about a week, all Chris did was sleep, wake up to vomit, 
poop in his diapers, drink from the bottle, and go back to sleep again. 
It took a while for him to recover from that, but, he eventually did, 
and Chris and Brian were able to play together again.
Part 15

"How long has it been?" Josh asked. "How long for what?" replied the 
kidnapper.

"How long has Brian been here?"

"Well..." the woman thought for a couple seconds, "about 5 months now."

"Wow," Josh remarked, "it's really that long?"

"I believe so." she said, and quickly added, "Have you also noticed how 
well Brian is with Chris? Both are really good friends now."

"Yeah, they are." Josh responded, "How much longer is it going to be 
until you, um, toilet-train them?"

"Well-" the kidnapper paused, "I did plan for a minimum of 2 years, 
but, it's probably going to be 3 years, or maybe-just maybe-4, but, I 
haven't put too much thought into them. They are adorable."

"Yeah, so..." Josh quickly said, running his hand through his 
brownish/blonde hair, "...so you don't know when?"

"I do have an idea on how long it should be," the kidnapper responded, 
"but like I said, Brian and Chris are too cute; I don't want to rush 
them. They certainly don't mind the baby treatment now. Let them enjoy 
themselves for a while, while they're still young enough."

"Okay." Josh said.

Brian sat up and stretched. As his fingers filtered through his light 
brown hair and scratched his itching head, a groan of awakening came 
from the other crib, indicating that Chris was awake as well. But Brian 
said nothing to Chris. Instead, he thought of all of his experiences 
here. He reflected what had happened in the past few months, and 
wondered how long this...enjoyment...of a carefree life...would 
continue. But, Brian's young, 6 year old mind didn't dive into such 
complexity, and as result, swatted the concept out of his thoughts, and 
soon Chris-now a good friend of his-was excitedly yelling out a hello 
nearby. Brian smiled, as he listened to Chris's suggestions on their 
daily activities, and at the kidnapper as he was taken downstairs. As 
he waited for his breakfast, Brian even smiled at Josh; never mind the 
future, today-and all the rest of those remaining carefree days-were 
going to be great.

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