Don't Knock It 'Till You Try It, Part 7 (Final Part)

The next several days were almost exactly the same. Rob and Austin kept pumping Dan with water and fiber to make him wet and mess himself more, gradually diaper-training him. At the same time, he was regularly dosed with Cialis to make sure he'd get hard-ons to take care of in his wet and messy diapers, teaching him to associate soiled diapers with arousal and pleasure. In spite of his hatred for what was being done to him, he couldn't deny that it was working. Using his diapers was much easier than it had been when he woke up in them on that first horrible day, and there were times when he'd wake up wet after falling asleep dry. His kidnappers never seemed to tire of changing him or wiping his shitty ass. He wondered if this was because they might be attracted to him and maybe they got a sexual thrill out of it. But they never touched him except to wipe him off. They made no secret of their affection for each other, though.  More and more, Dan actually found himself somewhat turned on by their displays, the Cialis revving up his sex drive and making him more prone to arousal.

That being the case, they also seemed to be winning in their quest to give him a diaper fetish. He woke up with a raging boner every morning, and the urge to get his rocks off was always too great to resist. With little else to do, he also frequently found himself getting hard throughout the day, and he would either rub his crotch or hump whatever he was lying on until he blew his load into the diaper. He knew why they were allowing him this release, but it still felt good. He came to appreciate these sessions, even though he was forced to have them in diapers.

Of course, aside from bathing (which Rob and Austin did for him), he was forced to do everything in diapers. He slept in them, ate in them, played in them, and crawled in them. They were always present, even when he had a rash, which his captors treated with ointment before taping a fresh diaper onto him. He quickly got used to being wet, even though the realization that he'd done so disgusted and infuriated him. He knew what they were doing to him, and he knew it was working. But he was helpless to stop it.

He lost track of the days he spent there since they all seemed the same. At some point, he realized he had been there for a week at least, and the days kept coming, although they were basically all one day. By now, people were undoubtedly missing him and looking for him. He didn't hold out any hope for rescue. Even if anyone at the bar where he'd been abducted had seen and recognized what was being done to him, nobody there would have known Rob or Austin. His phone had been dumped, so there would be no locating him electronically, and they kept him restrained constantly, so he couldn't escape. The days went by, and he filled up one diaper after another. On average, he went through five a day, messing more than once a day. He began to wake up wet every morning and realized he was wetting in his sleep on a nightly basis. His daytime wetting began to seem so natural that there were times when he forgot he'd gone, and he couldn't hold his bowel movements for as long as he once could. His control was undeniably getting weaker.

Then one day, Dan suddenly realized he was pissing. He hadn't noticed when he'd started or even that he had to go; it happened automatically, and he couldn't stop the flow. He wet his diaper uncontrollably! He was shocked, humiliated, and turned on all at the same time. The urge to jerk off was almost as strong as the force of his pee stream, and he couldn't stop himself from doing that either. The desire took over his mind, forcing him to the floor, where he thrust his hips up and down, rubbing his hard cock through the soggy padding against the floor until he blew his load, panting heavily. His kidnappers walked in as he finished. He didn't even blush because he was used to them watching him cream his diapers by now.

"It's good to see you enjoying your soggy diaper," Austin smirked. "And since you're enjoying it, we'll let you sit in it a while longer."

At least they didn't know he'd had an accident. Dan hoped he'd be able to keep that from them. After all, how could they know he was wetting without knowing it?

The next few weeks would answer that question as he started having more accidents. Dan would catch himself wetting as he watched TV, colored with crayons, played with the baby toys they'd given him, and ate. Finally, it happened while he was taking his bottle.

Rob noticed his eyes widen in surprise. "What was that look for, baby? Did something happen? Hmm, maybe--" He moved his hand down to Dan's crotch. "Yep, our little man just went pee-pee. Or still is going pee-pee. You didn't plan on that, did you? It happened without you letting it happen. Did you even know you had to go? Probably not. Hey, Austin! It's working! The baby's getting diaper-trained!"

This continued to happen, and it started to happen more frequently. Finally, Dan realized one day that he'd lost all control of his bladder.

But that wasn't the end of it. His bowel movements had gotten softer and looser, and it got harder and harder to hold them in. He woke up from his nap one day and rolled over to sit up, and as soon as he moved, he felt a wet explosion at his ass, and he began to fill his already-wet diaper. He stopped moving and stayed still as it happened, mushy shit piling up under his ass. When he finally stopped going, he was forced to call out, saying he needed to be changed. Some days later, the same thing happened while he was playing in the nursery. The day after that, he messed himself while he was crawling to the kitchen for breakfast. He had to turn around and crawl back to the nursery to be changed yet again. Rob and Austin knew exactly what was happening and were of course very happy about it. The worst part was that these accidents all made Dan's cock hard, and he soon began to rub himself off in his dirty diapers. After another couple of weeks or so, his bowel control was gone as well. He was completely dependent on diapers to stay dry and clean.

Several more days went by before his captors sat him up on the floor to have a talk with him.

As he had the day Dan was kidnapped, Austin started. "You've come a long way, Danny. Your training has worked, and now you can't keep from wetting or messing yourself."

"And you're constantly making stickies in your diapers," Rob added. "You're there. You need your diapers, and you love them."

"Of course, you already know that. What you don't know is that we weaned you off the Cialis a long time ago, just like stopped giving you all that fiber and water last week. You're making stickies in your pamps because you want to, because they turn you on."

"And so does using them. You finally made it; you're one of us. So, just like we promised, we're going to let you go."

"Really?" Dan hardly dared to hope it was true. "This isn't a trick?"

"Nope, no trick. We did what we set out to do."

"So, I can leave? Like, now?"

Austin laughed. "Nah, it's not gonna be quite that easy. Even though your muscles have probably atrophied since you haven't been able to walk all these months, we're not gonna take that chance." He held out a bottle of milk. "Drink this. When you wake up, we'll be gone, but you'll have enough food, water, and diapers to last you for a few weeks. It shouldn't take you that long to build your strength back up, but we wanted to give you plenty to be safe."

Dan looked at the bottle. "It's not poisoned?"

"If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn't have waited this long, and we wouldn't have to poison you. You can't fight us like you are now. And what choice do you have?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Dan agreed. He was coaxed onto his back, where the nipple was placed between his lips. He started to suck the liquid out and down his throat. After a few minutes, he started to feel sleepy, so he laid down and kept sucking until he was too sleepy to do so. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Dan had no idea how long he'd been asleep, but his diaper was soaked, so he must have been out for a while. The restraints and mittens were gone, and he could finally move freely. He tried to stand up but lacked the strength in his legs and immediately fell onto his padded ass. He was forced to crawl over to some supplies that had been left nearby, where he changed his diaper, fumbling quite a bit through the process since it was his first time. Once he was dry, he crawled to the kitchen in search of food and found a full plate cooked and covered for him. It was still somewhat warm, likely thanks to the container it was in. He ate greedily, washing it down with a bottle of water, this time a regular plastic bottle rather than a baby bottle. He then set about getting back on his feet. He reached for the counter and grasped one of the drawer pulls, pulling himself up. He couldn't do it, but he knew it would take time.

It took a few days, but he finally recovered his strength enough to walk normally, if a little slowly. He walked outside for the first time since he'd been there and saw that he'd been kept in a large house, likely an old farm house, that was out in the country all alone. There was a dirt road winding through sparse trees away from the house, and he knew that would be his exit. He stayed at the house another couple of days, eating the food that had been provided for him and continuing to rebuild his muscles. All this time, he kept changing his diaper a few times throughout the day, quickly getting better at it. Once he was strong enough, he took a lot, hot shower, which felt amazing without any restraints on him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he put on the clothes provided for him, packed a bag that had been left for him with some food, water, and spare diapers and wipes and set off on the dirt road. It led to a highway, and once he was there, he didn't have to wait long before someone came along who was willing to stop and listen to his story. Finally, he was rescued.

As Dan had expected, he'd been missed, and there had been a wide and intense search for him. Many people believed he was dead, and the story of his disappearance had been all over the media. Naturally, everyone wanted to know where he'd been. He told them he'd taken some time away from everything to relax and focus on building a healthier life for himself. He was afraid any version of the truth would lead people to discovering the entire truth, and he couldn't bear the thought of that, at least not now. After a brief stay at a hospital for observation, he was sent home. He couldn't believe he was finally back there after all the time he was away, as if he'd never been gone at all. Looking around at all his expensive things, his abduction might have almost seemed like a dream if it weren't for the soggy diaper under his pants.

He'd ordered a bunch of them after he got home, knowing he couldn't go without them. He thought about trying to get out of them, to re-potty train himself. But then he felt the soggy bulk in his crotch and reached down to squeeze it, rubbing his hardening cock through the diaper and hearing it crinkle. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. He also wondered about Austin and Rob, if those were their real names and where they were. They'd kept their word, turning him into a diaper boy and releasing him unharmed. Dan thought back to how he'd been before then, how he'd mocked ABDLs and shuddered, unable to reconcile who he was then and who he was now. Sitting at his laptop, he typed in "ABDL websites" and hit ENTER. He didn't know what he'd find. Maybe he'd find Rob and Austin. Maybe he'd find some way to get them back for what they'd done. Maybe he'd ask them if he could join them, wherever they were. All he knew at that moment was that his diaper was wet, and he was really horny.

End