Published: January 23rd 2022, 11:06:08 am
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Brad woke up to a man shaking him awake and handing him a baby bottle.
"Nnnghh... wha?" Before he could formulate a thought, the formula was hitting his tongue as the nipple of the bottle invaded his mouth. "Mmf!"
Instinctively, he began sucking, feeling a flood of warmth in the front of his diaper as he shifted positions. He stared at the man feeding him and it took him a few seconds to recognize his older brother.
"Tmm?" he asked.
"Shh, little boy. Just drink your baba. Artie's orders!"
Brad just nodded and obeyed. It was Ted alright. But he was different... he looked... taller... more chiseled... he looked like... Brad blushed as he felt the front of his diaper tighten, though not as much, perhaps, as it would have yesterday. Ted looked like a man, while he looked and felt more like a baby every day... somehow a part of him remembered that he should feel ashamed of that. Looking down at his pudgy belly, which had been quickly rounding out along with his thighs, chest, and cheeks to give him a softer, more babyish appearance. No hair to mar the illusion that he was a complete baby - and had never been anything else.
Meanwhile, Daddy had a chest full of hair, and he was getting to be very muscular now that he saw his brother in nothing but a towel. Brad looked his brother up and down from his vantage in the crib. He was... Brad blushed again as he saw the end of Ted's huge dong snaking out below where the towel ended, the mushroom tip swaying and swelling as his brother looked down at him with a loving smile.
Brad quickly looked away, trying to pretend he hadn't seen that. How long had Ted had that? Seemed like it would be pretty hard to hide...
"Therrrre we go, little boy," said Ted. "Drink it allll up for Dada. You're such a good boy today, yes you are! I can tell you're going to be a good boy for me alll day, aren't you?"
Brad smiled dumbly as the words 'good boy' hit him like a sledgehammer. The conditioning had really done a number on his mind, and he was grinning stupid as the rush of endorphins from hearing that phrase overtook him.
"Hehe, silly boy," said Ted, as the bottle emptied and he was left with a smiling, drooly little boy in his crib. "Let's get ready for the day. We have lots of fun stuff planned, you and me, so let's get started..."
Brad rolled his eyes. Yeah, fun training at the baby place. All they did there was watch fun cartoon shows, and color, and count, listen to fun stories... have yummy snacks... come to think of it, why was he unhappy about going? That place sounded awesome...
"Upsie daisy," said Ted, picking up his boy and being surprised at how light he was.
"Wow, I thought you were gaining weight, buddy, but you're light as a feather today!"
"Uhh?" asked Brad.
"Artie," called Ted, setting Brad down on the changing table. "How much weight has Brad gained since starting his designated period of baby punishment?"
The pup appeared on the end of the table with his signature smile and gave a look of concentration as he crunched the numbers from the built in scale. "Brad has gained approximately 14.5 Kilograms in that time. His body fat percentage has increased twenty percent, bringing him closer to the optimal body composition for infants. To put it into layman's terms, he's a pudgy pup! Awrf!"
"Hehe, okay, Dash. Not all of us are dogs ya know."
"I know. I'm just havin a little fun."
"Yeah, you are," said Ted, pausing once he got Brad settled down, laying him on his back and sticking his thumb in his mouth. Ted turned to look at Artie, raising his eyebrow. "Why are you so playful and happy lately, Artie?"
"Because, I just get so excited every time I see my favorite people growing into the grown-ups I know they can be!"
"Really? That sounds almost... human!"
"Yeah, well, where do you think I came from? Believe it or not, a human built me. I may not have a real body, but a lot went into my making. More than you'll ever know. Diapers are in the replicator below. I got you a whole day's supply since you two are gonna be playin hookie. Haha, not really, since I authorized it."
Brad looked up at Ted, his eyes wide as he continued to suck his thumb.
"That's right, kiddo, you heard right!" said Dash, walking up to the infantilized Brad and sticking his grinning snout in the kid's face. "You and your Daddy have the whole day off!"
Ted smiled and nodded, confirming what Dash said, and Brad immediately giggled and clapped.
"Yay yay!!"
"Hehe, silly boy," said Ted, "settle down now. I still have to diaper you. As he pulled the strap over Brad's tummy to keep him in place for his change, Ted's towel fell, and Brad suddenly stopped clapping, his mouth an 'O' of surprise. Brad's face quickly went red as his diaper, once again, got tighter, but Ted just shrugged and looked to the hologram puppy. "Babies don't know the difference," they both said in unison before looking back at Brad with smug grins.
Brad hid his face in his hands, but it was quickly replaced by his Teddy, pressed up to him by Daddy.
"Hug your teddy, little one. Daddy's going down below to assess the damage."
Brad felt the tug on the front of his diaper, then came the sound of tapes ripping away from the front.
*RRRIP* *RRRIP*
Brad kept his face buried in his teddy, too embarrassed to look now, not that being embarrassed was anything new when it came to diaper changes.
"Goodness," said Ted, and Brad felt a finger poke at his protruberance. "It's dripping like crazy, but it's only half hard, and maybe half as long as yesterday..."
"That's to be expected, buddy. Pretty soon, his peepee won't work at all!"
"But Elissa's former Dad had to wear a chastity cage, didn't she?"
"Well, she didn't have to," said the perky police pup, looking up and to the side. "Elissa just prefers it that way. It's certainly been helpful in breaking the baby girl of her bad habits, and Elissa may just elect to keep her in one for good, even if she does complete her designated period of baby punishment and return to independent citizen status. It's the caretaker's prerogative."
Ted shook his head as he moved Brad's pee-pee around, wiping him with the wet wipe and making sure he did a thorough job of cleaning the kiddo's skin. "Well, I don't think I'll be doing that," he said. "I like my little boy au naturel, so I can see all of him, including his cute little winky." He tweaked Brads pee-pee, then tweaked his nose, eliciting a giggle from the bashful boy, who had just enough sense left to feel relieved.
"That's just fine too," said Dash, with a warm little half-smile. "I mean, that gets to the whole reason we did away with automated changes in the first place! It's a chance for dependent citizens to bond with their caretakers. And I'd say you and Brad have been doing plenty of bonding that way. Why just last night, the little tyke bonded his diaper so much I thought we were gonna have to cut it off!"
Ted cracked up at that. "Wow, Artie. You're really funny lately! You're batting a thousand!"
"Haha, thanks Ted, but you know I don't like sports. Too competitive, and you know what I say..."
"Competition is counterproductive," Ted and Dash said in unison.
"H...hungie!" whined Brad, beginning to squirm as he finally put in the mental effort to find his words.
"Uh oh! I better get moving on this change. Somebody's bein a fussy little tiger today."
"You two are growing boys. Go ahead and finish up, and I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast!"
Ted picked up the top diaper off of the stack in the replicator and held it up. "...Hey! These are cool!" The diaper was printed all over with a pawsome squad theme, bones, paws, and the iconic the logo emblazoned in primary colors on crinkly plastic backing. Across the taping panel was none other than the face of the friendly pawsome squad hero himself, Dash. "I thought these only came in pull-ups!" He paused as he realized they did only come in pull-ups - normally. "Aw, thanks, Artie!" He called as he realized that Artie had ordered these ones up special.
Brad wasn't nearly as enthused, as Pawsome Squad was never his favorite show, but it was growing on him, especially as Daddy's enthusiasm was catching. Soon he found himself laughing and clapping as Ted made fun sound effects of sirens and calls over his imaginary walkie talkie.
"Kshhh. Calling all pawsome pups! We've got a leaky baby in the hangar. Let's patch him up with our pawsome pampers to stop any floods in the park today! Roger that!"
Soon, Brad was all diapered up and Ted flew him toward the kitchen, making siren noises the whole way, while Brad giggled like mad.
Dash was looking at them both with a big smile and a glint in his eye.
"You two are so cute. I just love seein the happy faces of my successfully bonded citizens. Now who's ready to eat?"