KIDNAPPED BROTHERS

SUMMARY: Two young brothers get kidnapped at a park, get treated like 
babies, and meet their true family.

"Come on, Daniel, you wanna go or not!?" my mom said slightly annoyed. 
I wanted to go to the park, but I knew I'd better pee better, so I 
went...I kind of have a history with accidents, and I didn't want that 
to happen at the park.

"I'm coming, mom!", I yelled back.

"Steven is already in the car, waiting for you, pick up the pace, son!" 
My mom yelled back, just as I was entering the room. "Let's go", was 
all she said.

I was in the car and we were off. About 5 minutes later, we arrived, so 
we parked and my brother and I went straight for the swings.

"HEY! Look at that!" my brother said. "It looks like money!" he 
exclaimed.

"Don't touch that, it's probably just a piece of paper," I said. So we 
started walking towards the swings which were across the park, by the 
street, which was separated by thick hedges. As I was noticing this, I 
asked my brother if he wanted me to push him. I got no response.

"Steve?" no answer.

"STEVE!!!" I yelled, still nothing. I ran back over to the hedges, I 
didn't see him, but I did see the money on the ground. A $100 bill.

"WOW!" I exclaimed, excited about my find. All of a sudden a pair of 
hands shot through the bushes and grabbed me, then pulled me in. I 
didn't really see the man, because he blindfolded me and put his hand 
over my mouth as soon as I came through the hedges.

"You�re going to be my next baby boy," he said in a scruffy, flat 
voice. I was terrified. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. 
I suddenly started to pee in my pants.

�Just like the other kid; don't worry, I can fix that,", he said. I 
could tell by the sound of his voice he was smiling. I heard a door 
open and it scared me. I peed my self again, I was totally soaked. He 
kind of tossed me in, then said, "Next stop, baby land." He was 
laughing as he walked away.

I could now see because I removed my blindfold. I noticed my condition: 
I was in a van. I was totally soaked with pee, all the windows and 
door, had bars on them. There was no way out. We drove for what seemed 
like hours. I was constantly thinking, �Is he going to kill me? Will he 
dump my body in a ditch to be food for the buzzards?�

We stopped suddenly, I heard a door open, then shut, then I heard my 
door slide open.

"All right kid, let's get you cleaned up." I struggled.

"Don't fight me!� he raised his voice. I knew he meant business. He 
picked me up and started carrying me to a house, I struggled, but he 
was too strong. We went through the front door and he took me into a 
room. I looked around: I was in a nursery. There was a large, crib, a 
big shelf load with various diapers, bottles, pacifiers. There was a 
closet in the back, and the door was open. I saw many large baby-style 
pajamas; they were footed, had cute little cartoon designs all over 
them, and some had had a snap up crotch. Others were just onesies. 
There was a playpen, also. The walls had little clowns all over them 
and were nursery blue. He placed me down on a changing table.

"Sorry about the way I got you here, but I couldn't be seen. We have a 
lot of stuff to go over, so please listen. First off, I am your real 
father. When you were born your mother had two lovers-- me, and your 
dad now, "but she paid the doctors to say, that the DNA results, said 
you were Tom's (my dad now) son. That was a lie!"

He said this very sternly, I was in absolute shock. I filled my pants 
sitting there. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So, what about Steven?" I asked. "Is he really my brother, and you, 
his daddy too?" I asked again.

"Yes, that's right. So since I wasn't around to take care of ya'll when 
you were babies, I have decided to start over, and do just that." He 
said, with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly teary-eyed.

"Where's Steven?"

"Oh, you'll be seeing him soon enough. I already have him situated; now 
it's your turn." He grinned when said this. He pushed me down on the 
table, making me lay down.

"Sharon?!" he called. A few seconds later, a hot, big breasted woman, 
walked into the room. She couldn't be over 27. She had log legs, a huge 
pert rack, and an A+ ass. I popped a little boner immediately.

"AWW, that's so cute!" she said "Let's get these nasty clothes off of 
you," she said. She started with my shoes, unlacing them and pulling 
them off. Then she pulled off my socks and gave my feet a little 
tickle. I laughed, I was very ticklish. Then she pulled down my 
extremely wet and soiled pants, then my underwear. I was used to being 
undressed by my fake mom when I had accidents; however, I didn't see 
this coming.

"Stay here sweetie,� she said as she walked over to the shelf. I saw 
her open a drawer and pull out: Baby wipes, diaper cream, and powder. 
Then she pulled 3 different diapers off the shelf. She opened the 
closet, and pulled a onesie, then walked back over.

"Ok, let's begin, my sweet baby boy," she said. She started wiping off 
my butt with a wipe. It took about 20 wipes and 10 minutes to get me 
cleaned up.

"There now, that's got to feel better, huh?� she asked. I nodded. She 
was so incredibly hot I felt paralyzed; I couldn't move. I could barely 
talk. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Let's get you in your diapies," she said.

"I'm not a baby, I don't need one," I said, but I knew it wasn't true. 
She picked up my pants and held them to where I could see them.

"Then why the accidents?" she asked, sweetly.

"I was scared," I said, almost starting to cry.

"SSSHHH, now little baby," she said. She squirted some lotion into her 
hands and rubbed all over my crotch, taking a little extra time to rub 
it in my butt crack around my hard, little hairless penis, and my 
balls. She grabbed my feet and lifted them in the air, then slid a 
diaper under me. She let my legs go; then she pulled the sides up, and 
fastened the tapes. I don't know the brand of diapers they were, but 
I'm pretty sure they were Pampers. she then pulled out more diapers, 
the slip on kind, and skid them up my legs, over my diapers, making 
sure they cover the whole diapers. Then she pulled out some plastic 
pants and did the same thing with them. I noticed, that the plastic 
pants had Barney prints all over them. I now looked like a baby, and 
smelled like a baby.

"There, ya go. Now don't worry, if you gotta go potty, just do it in 
your diapers," she said. "They will hold any mess," she said, kissing 
me on the forehead. I just smiled. I�m surprised how much I was 
enjoying this. She suddenly started tickling me again, on the sides, 
under my armpits, on my feet. I was howling with laughter.

"Stop, I'm ticklish!" I begged. She stopped tickling me and I felt 
something different about my diapers. They felt harder and looked 
bigger. I poked at it, trying to figure out what happened.

"Don't worry, all babies peepee when tickled," she said, sliding some 
pajamas over my diapers. They were the kind with no legs, but had a 
button-up crotch, and cowboy pictures all over them. She picked me up 
and carried to a room in the back, placing me on the floor. It was then 
I saw my brother. He was playing with baby toys over in the corner.

"Steve!" I yelled.

"Danny!" he said. �I was wondering when you were going to get her, this 
place is great, I always wondered what it would be like to wear diapers 
again. I like them,� he said.

"I do ,too," I said.

For the next hour or so we played until we fell asleep. I was awoken by 
the sound of diaper tapes being opened. I looked up and saw Sharon 
changing my diapers. I looked over at my daddy and he was changing my 
brother's diapers. That's the first time we've seen each other naked, 
since we were much younger. I was 8 and he was 7. They finished our 
diaper jobs, then put us in footed, one-piece baby pajamas, also with a 
button crotch. Then they placed us both in the large crib I saw 
earlier. They handed us both a warm bottle of milk. Sharon pulled up 
the side, locking it into place.

"Night, night, my sweet little babies", she said, kissing us on the 
forehead. I never felt like, I needed my baba so much. We started 
sucking on our bottles until I felt my diaper become very wet. I put my 
hand on my crotch and let go. I watched my diaper swell. I suddenly 
felt I had to poop, so I did it in my diaper. I loved the feeling, it 
was the greatest thing I ever did. I looked over at my brother, then 
suddenly grabbed his crotch, feeling that he had wet too.

"Did you poop, Dan?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I gotta poop, too," he said.

"Then do it, it's fun," I said.

I watched my brother relax, then he farted, and immediately I smelled 
something foul, but because we were babies, it smelled good. We sucked 
on our bottles until we fell asleep. We were our mommy and daddies' 
babies, forever.

We have spent 2 weeks here now. Sometimes, mommy lets my watch the 
news, and sometimes I see me and my brothers pictures, on the "Missing 
Child" reports on the news, but I don't care, because I never want to 
go back. We no longer have to force ourselves to go in our diapers, it 
just happens now. I don't even feel it anymore. Today were planning our 
big move. We can't stay here, the police and everyone is searching for 
us. If we stay it's only a matter of time before they find us. We don't 
ever want to be found. We have a much better life now, and don't want 
to give it up.
Part 2

Right now, we live in Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands. My 
brother and I still wear diapers and use them as our toilet. Also, we 
speak perfect Dutch, just like my dad and Sharon do. A few days after 
our big move from the USA to the Netherlands, on a beautiful Saturday 
afternoon, I found a phone number of my mother and so-called father. I 
got the phone, dialogued the number and got my mother on the phone. I 
said: �Hi mum, it�s Daniel.�

�Thank God,� my mother said. �Where are you and where is Steve?�

�We�re in Amsterdam�� I explained, ��together with our real father and 
our stepmother! You�ve paid the doctors to say that Tom is our father, 
but he ain�t our father!�

�Okay,� my mother said. �Okay, it�s true, I admit it.�

I asked: �Why did you do this to me and Steve? Our real father missed 
our babyhood and a part of our childhood.�

�I was forced by my parents to do this,� my mother said. �They don�t 
want you and Steve to live with him, because they know him as a diaper 
lover. They keep on saying that it�s a huge crime.�

When I heard that, I felt guilty for not contacting her so long and 
said: �I�ll tell the others exactly what you�ve told me and maybe you 
should tell Tom and the police about it too. It�s the best decision.�

My mum agreed with that. �I�ll do that right away,� she said. �Is it 
okay if Tom and I can visit you later?�

�Of course�� I said, ��if Steve, dad and Sharon are okay with it.�

At 4 o�clock, the others came home. Immediately, I told them the whole 
story.

�I should�ve known it,� my dad said, with anger in his voice. �But 
well, that part is over now.�

�Exactly,� Sharon said. �Tom and your mother can visit us anytime.� 
Then, she said: �I think you and Steve need your poopy diapers 
changed.�

Immediately, Steve and I were made to lie down on the diaper changing 
table. Sharon undressed me, untaped my dirty diaper, cleaned me up, put 
a new diaper on me and put me into some boy clothes. My dad did the 
same thing with Steve. After this, I said: �Maybe we should go to the 
McDonald�s. It was a long time since we ate over there.�

The others agreed with that. We took some of the diapers with us, just 
in case. All of us took a Big Mac Hamburger, some chicken McNuggets, 
French frites and a fruit bag. Also, we took a Fanta Orange, a Chocomel 
and a Fristi. When we got back home, I felt the urge to go to the 
toilet and decided to take the bathroom, instead of my diaper. Steve 
took the other toilet. Of course, dad and Sharon were very proud of us, 
but for secure, Steve and I still had to wear diapers at night, to 
prevent accidents. At 6 o�clock, we watched the American action show 
�The A-Team� on the Dutch channel of RTL7. Colonel John �Hannibal� 
Smith was played by George Peppard, Lieutenant Templeton �Faceman� Peck 
by Dirk Benedict, Sergeant Bosco �Bad Attitude� Baracus by Mr. T 
(Lawrence Turead) and Captain �Howling Mad� Murdock by Dwight Schultz. 
It was a very good show.

When it was over, we were about to play a game with each other, when 
the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw an 18-year old girl, 
together with her 16-year old brother. Both of them had huge white 
wings on their back.

�Someone�s trying to catch us,� the girl sighed. �Can you help us?� the 
boy asked. I took a good look outside, heard some quick footsteps and 
noticed that both the girl and the boy were right.

�C�mon,� a voice yelled. �Those angels must be here somewhere.�

I took the guests inside, closed the door and locked it.

�Quick,� I whispered. �You can hide yourself under the bed in my 
sleeping room.�

The girl and the boy went upstairs and got into my sleeping room, but 
didn�t turn the light on. They hid themselves under my bed and working 
table, and waited until the people were gone.

�Darn it,� the voices said. �They�re gone, but we�ll get them one day, 
so we can continue with our research.� Their footsteps softly faded 
away. When the people were gone, the angels went downstairs and got 
into our living room. We were very curious why they had those wings on 
her back.

�My brother and I already got them since we were 8 and 6,� the angel 
girl said. �Oh, I forgot to introduce myself to you. Cassandra is my 
name. This is my brother Peter.� Steve, my dad, Sharon and I were glad 
to meet them.

I asked: �Why are they doing research on the both of you?� Peter said: 
�They caught us while we were flying above this city. Now, they want to 
prove that creatures like us do exist.�

�We won�t let that happen�� Steve said, ��no way.�

Suddenly, Sharon said: �Oh my God, now I remember the both of you. You 
are my lost children.� Peter and Cassandra nodded, because they knew it 
all the time. Steve, my dad and I were glad to have winged humans in 
the family. The next day, at 8 o�clock, Steve and I woke up. We noticed 
that our diapers were still dry and clean.

�The powers of Peter and Cassandra worked,� I said. �From now on, we 
don�t need diapers anymore.�

�You can say that,� Steve said. We got undressed, changed each other 
and threw the diapers in the trash bag. Then, we went downstairs for 
breakfast. Peter, Cassandra, Sharon and my dad were already awake. We 
ate bread with butter, ham, cheese, egg and salad sauce from Calv�. 
Peter had it prepared.

�This tastes delicious,� I said. �You should make this more often,� 
Steve said.

�I do this each Sunday,� Peter smiled.

After breakfast, we went into town and bought ourselves a Nintendo 
Gamecube, a Sony PlayStation 3 and a lot of games. Unfortunately, when 
we got home, the same people from last night were standing in front of 
our house, pointing guns to us.

�Give us the angels or we�ll shoot.� the first man said.

�I won�t let you take my children away from me,� Sharon said, with 
anger in her voice. At this, the people laughed. That made me and Steve 
become very angry and before we knew it, we had wings on our back too. 
We used them on the mean people to knock them out. Then, we brought 
them to the police station.

�Thank you very much,� the head commissar said to me, Peter, Steve and 
Cassandra. �From now on, you�ll have full protection from us, the FBI 
and the CIA.�

�That�s okay,� I said. �I was already about to get sick of those mean 
people.�

Since this moment we had a safe life, and all of us lived happily ever 
after.

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