Don't Knock It 'Till You Try It, Part 3

As Dan watched, the kidnappers began to take jars full of what he could only assume was baby food out of a large box sitting on the floor. To his dismay, the jars were not regular baby food-sized but looked more like what people use for making jams and preserves. They also filled an oversized baby bottle with milk and mixed something into it.

"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna eat all that!"

"You're a bad boy if you think you're not," Rob replied. "And you know what happens to bad boys."

"You could be trying to poison me or drug me and rape me."

"We don't want to kill you or rape you," Austin replied. "Killing you wouldn't be any fun, and we're not rapists. We just want to humiliate and train you."

"Oh yeah, that's much better."

Rob slapped Dan's thigh. "Your sarcasm may get you a lot of video views, but here, that kind of back-talk won't get you anything but spankings. You think we can't do worse than we did a little bit ago? Try us. We'll spank you until your ass bleeds and you beg us to let you eat everything here."

Austin stepped up. "You're going to eat it one way or another. If we have to strap a funnel into your mouth and hold your nose while we push the food through, that's what we'll do. We have the funnel ready to go. We planned this for a long time, and we have everything we need. So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna be good and eat your num-nums like a well-behaved baby, or are we going to spank the hell out of you, strap a funnel to your head and force it down you? Your choice, little guy."

Dan hesitated for a long moment, embarrassed to give the only answer he could give and despising it as he did so. "I'll be good and eat my num-nums."

"See, that's a smart decision, a big-boy decision! You'll learn how to act right in no time!"

They set everything on the tray in front of him, and Austin grabbed a spoon and opened the first jar while Rob tied a bib around Dan's neck. Austin dipped the spoon into the jar and pulled it back out with a large helping of some brown glop. He held it up, and Dan reluctantly opened his mouth and accepted the spoon. It was very bland, which was a relief to him because he expected it to taste horrible. He swallowed it and opened up for the next bite as Rob made airplane noises and said "Open the hangar!"

The kidnappers made other cooing, babyish noises at him as they fed him just like a baby. As he ate, he started to feel pressure in his bladder. He knew what was coming, and indeed the pressure built quickly as he sat there, force-fed the infantile mixture. He knew it was inevitable, but he dreaded it, so he held it as long as he could, his diaper crinkling as he fidgeted in the high chair. He tried to grab his dick to help clamp down and hold back the flood, but he couldn't even feel it through the thick padding. The pressure started to get painful as the jar was almost empty, and he finally let go, feeling a burst of warm wetness in his crotch which quickly began to pool around his balls. The stream hissed as it hit the padding and soaked into the fluff.

Rob was the first to notice. "Aww, our little boy's going pee-pee! He may need another change after he gets his ba-ba."

Dan's cheeks burned red as he continued wetting his diaper in front of his captors while accepting another bite of the mushy food. Finally, the flow tapered off, and he was left with a very warm and squishy crotch and seat. Even sitting, he could feel the heaviness of the soaked padding. He felt disgusted with himself, and he wanted out of that diaper immediately, but he was only allowed to focus on one spoonful after another until the jar was empty. Austin then held up a large baby bottle full of what looked like milk and instructed him to open up and drink. He did as he was told and was relieved that at least he couldn't taste anything unusual. It tasted like regular dairy milk, but he knew they'd laced it with something to make him piss or shit himself more. He must have held his piss too long, causing it to back up into the tubes leading to his bladder because he had to go again before he'd finished the bottle. Rather than dragging it out, he let go and relieved himself since he was already wet. Once the bottle was empty, the tray was unfastened, and Austin helped him off the chair, wrapping his arms around him and patting his back until he burped loudly. 

Meanwhile, Rob squeezed his squishy crotch, saying, "Yeah, baby boy needs to be changed again."

Dan was forced to crawl back into the living room of the house, the bulk of his diaper swaying slightly as he moved. There, Rob rolled him onto his back and pulled the adhesive tabs, exposing his genitals and the piss-soaked fluff.

"Such a wet boy! We'd better put you in something more absorbent than this diaper or we'll be having to constantly change you."

"You wouldn't have to change me at all if you'd just let me go."

Rob laughed as he started wiping Dan's shaved crotch with a baby wipe. "Where would you go? Home? And what would you do there?"

"I'd go back to my life."

"No, you wouldn't. We've been planning for this a long time, and we have insurance. Pictures and videos of you in diapers. If you escape, they get uploaded online, and the whole world will be laughing at you the way you laughed at us. Lift your butt."

Shocked and frightened, Dan could do nothing but cooperate as he looked over and saw Austin taking a video of his diaper change at that very moment. He was truly trapped. He went along with Rob's instructions and was soon put into a dry diaper that was thicker than the one just taken off him. He was then directed to crawl into a large playpen that Austin locked him into while Rob turned a nearby TV to some babyish educational cartoon show before the kidnappers left the room.

He could at least sit up, and with nothing else to do, he turned his attention to the stupid baby cartoon. He zoned out after a few minutes, though, and began to try to think of a way out of there. He'd been fumbling and fidgeting with his restraints ever since they left him alone. If he could get them off, maybe he could find the pictures and vids they took of him and destroy them. Or he could just beat the fuck out of the two freaks who were holding him captive. He might even kill them, and he'd be justified in it. But the cuffs and straps were strong and sturdy. He bit them and gnawed at them, tasting leather, but they were thick and would take a lot of chewing to get through. He scanned the room, looking for something he could use to cut through the leather, but although the room was fully furnished, there were no sharp tools nearby. Even if there were, the playpen was tall, and he couldn't stand up.

As he sat thinking about all of this, he gradually became aware of the urge to pee again. They must have been telling the truth about the diuretic because the urge quickly grew stronger, and he was forced to wet himself again. As he sat in his soggy diaper, now warm and squishy, he felt something else he didn't expect, probably the last thing he expected. His dick stirred and then grew and stiffened in his diaper, straining against the wet padding and rubbing against the pulpy material. He was horrified by this development and even more so at the realization that the sensation actually felt good. What was happening to him?