Don't Knock It 'Till You Try It, Part 2

"Get this fucking thing off me right now!"

Rob gave him an exaggerated frown and scowl like one might give a toddler. "Now, now, is that any way for little boys to talk?"

"Fuck you, faggot! I'm gonna beat your ass when I get loose from here!"

Rob shook his head. "I'm afraid you just earned yourself a spanking, little guy."

"You fags are fucking dead, for real!"

"You don't get it, Danny. You're not getting out of here. You're stuck here with us, in diapers. You're going to use them all day and all night. We're going to diaper-train you and make you dependent on them, and we're going to make you love them."

"Fuck you, that'll never happen! I'll never be like you freaks!"

Austin grinned as he unlocked the crib. "Yes, you will. It'll take some time, but you're going to be one of us. Right now, we need to get you out of that poopy diapie because you're starting to stink up the room."

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Now, don't be fussy. You know we gotta change your diaper." Austin then switched to a patronizing, childlike tone. "Yes, we gotta change him's diaper!"

"I'm not a fucking baby!"

Again in the baby-talk, "Yes, you are, little guy!"

Restrained as he was, Dan couldn't do much to fight the two men as they grabbed his arms and pulled, lifting him out of the side of the giant crib. They carried him over to the changing table and laid him down on it, the shit in his diaper smushing against his ass.

"But before we get you cleaned up, you have a spanking coming to you for your bad language."

Dan looked at Austin, shock and fear showing on his face, but he didn't have time for any further reaction before they rolled him onto his stomach and started swatting his thighs with their bare hands. They didn't hold back either, slapping his legs hard, sending ripples of stinging pain through his flesh.

"Ow! Fuck, that hurts! Stop! Ow!"

"It's a spanking. It's supposed to hurt, baby. It'll stop as soon as you tell us you're ready to be a good boy."

It went on for several more seconds before Dan, no longer able to bear the pain, shouted, "I'll be good! I'll be a good boy!"

The spanking stopped, and Rob said, "That's more like it. That's our good little boy! Now, let's get him messy diaper changed."

They rolled him onto his back, and Austin undid the snaps on his onesie and pulled the tapes on the diaper, opening it up.

"Whew, what a stinky boy!"

Dan glanced down as the baby wipes were brought out. He saw that his pubic hair was all gone.

"It's a good thing we shaved off all of that big-boy hair you had or this would take a lot longer."

His feet were grabbed and pushed into the air until his knees touched his chest, and with his feet in the air like an infant's, Austin started wiping the shit off his ass. Dan could do nothing but lie still and let it happen. It took several minutes and a lot of wipes, but Austin finally decided the humiliated social media star was clean. He pulled the dirty diaper out from under him and replaced it with a fresh one, sprinkling powder all over his crotch before taping it up. The messy one was balled up with the used wipes inside and tossed into a pail beside the changing table. The onesie was snapped up again, and the two guys lifted him off the table. But, thanks to the restraints on his thighs and wrists, Dan couldn't stand up straight and ended up toppling forward onto his hands and knees.

Rob looked down at him. "You must be hungry after making all that room in your tummy. Let's go get you some breakfast."

Dan glanced at the restraints. "I can't even stand up. How am I going to walk?"

"You're not. Let's go."

So, Dan was forced to crawl like a baby on all fours out of the nursery and up a flight of stairs into a modern, well-decorated kitchen. There, Austin and Rob picked him up and put him into a giant high-chair, where he was buckled up and his arms restrained by the tray. Clearly, they weren't going to let him feed himself.

"How far are you guys going to take this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you expect me to just be a total baby now? What are you going to do to me?" The fear was evident in his voice, and they noticed it, grinning slightly.

"We have pictures and video of you in diapers and your crib, and we're prepared to release them. All those followers you have who love to see you shaming people like us wouldn't stick by you if they saw that you were one of us. We know you make a living on your videos. What happens when your audience stops watching?" Rob paused, and Dan said nothing, so the kidnapper continued. "But that's only to keep you here and compliant while we work on you. We're going to turn you into one of us. By the time we're done, you'll not only need diapers, but you'll enjoy them too."

"No fucking way. I'll never be like you."

Austin slapped his bare thigh. "Watch your language, little boy!"

Rob smiled. "I guess that's the challenge for you, then, isn't it? Stay a big boy. Problem is, we've planned this all out. You're not gonna have a choice but to use your diapers, and thanks to the chemicals we're going to put into you, you'll do it often. After a while, it'll be natural to you, and you'll use your diapers automatically without even thinking about it. You'll have accidents, and you'll actually need diapers. And somewhere along the way, you'll learn to love it."

"That's not gonna happen."

"We'll see. Right now, we need to get some more of this high-fiber food into you, followed by a big bottle of diuretic-laced milk. I'm afraid that messy diaper we just changed you out of was just the first one today. We need to get you used to using them as soon as possible."