bABy Island: Chapter 8

The bars of the crib were the first thing to come into Dakota’s view as his eyes fluttered open. They seemed to tower over him, fulfilling their purpose of making him feel small. Dakota stretched, as he often did shortly after waking up. The movement caused his diaper to crinkle softly, reminding him of its presence. He opened and closed his legs a few times, relishing the fact that the diaper was thick enough to prevent his knees from touching. Those boosters Daddy bought were no joke. The bulk they added to his diaper made him feel feeble, vulnerable, yet somehow also safe and comfortable. They restricted his mobility enough to where he couldn't do much besides lay on his back, and he knew he’d have a very obvious waddle the next time he tried to walk. But they were also so warm, so cozy, so deliciously confining. He didn’t mind not being able to move freely. In fact, he liked it. He liked that his diaper made him feel awkward and uncoordinated, just like a real toddler. He liked picturing himself waddling clumsily around the house in just his t-shirt and diaper while Daddy watched over him. He also liked having the peace of mind that he could unleash a flood of biblical proportions in his pants and trust his diaper to soak it all up without a problem.

Speaking of which, it was not long before Dakota realized he had pee again. This was typical in the morning or after a long nap, even when Dakota was in baby mode. He'd spent plenty of time in diapers by now, but he was not yet at the point where his bladder could release while he was asleep. Truth be told, he still had trouble wetting even while just lying down. As deep in Littlespace as he was at the moment, he knew he’d probably have to sit up for this one.

It took Dakota longer to get situated than he thought. He’d tossed and turned a few times over the course of his nap, which had caused his blankets to become slightly tangled around his body. That plus the aforementioned bulkiness of his diaper slowed him down considerably as he tried to get into potty position. Under ordinary circumstances, this might have frustrated Dakota. But today, he found himself enjoying the struggle. He imagined he must have looked quite hilarious throughout the whole process, his big padded bum clumsily bouncing around as he forced himself first onto his tummy, then up on all fours, then to finally to his knees. He flushed with a small surge of adrenaline as he thought about the teasing he’d be getting from Daddy right now if the man had been there to see the whole ordeal.

Dakota savored this naughty thought as he readied himself and soon began soaking his diaper. It was easier this time than it normally was. Usually, he needed a brief moment of concentration to get the floodgates to open. But on this particular occasion, he barely had to think about it. The wetting seemed to happen naturally, without any conscious effort. Silently congratulating himself for the small victory, Dakota relaxed and let his urine flow at full force. Soon, he felt his diaper starting to warm, expand, and gradually sag beneath his crotch. He closed his eyes and blissfully and suckled on his pacifier, enjoying the familiar sensation. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. The sound echoed throughout the nursery, audibly encouraging Dakota to be a good baby and keep going until his bladder was fully empty and his padding was thoroughly waterlogged.

The flow subsided after about 30 seconds or so. Satisfied, Dakota plopped down onto his bottom, continuing to nurse feverishly on his binky. He found sitting to be a little more difficult than expected due to the swelling of his diaper, but he didn’t mind. He grabbed his teddy bear and held it up above his head, smiling at it beneath his pacifier.

Congratulations, Kota, he imagined his fuzzy friend saying to him. You’re a baby now. A big baby boy who still needs his diapers. Maybe you should ask Daddy for a change, you big baby.

Dakota giggled, briefly becoming aware of just how strange his current mental state was. He wasn’t sure exactly what had him so deep in Littlespace. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken up diapered, in a crib, in a nursery, surrounded by baby things. He’d done so any number of times at Daddy’s house. But this time, for some reason, the situation was hitting all his baby buttons. Jetlag and exhaustion were likely part of it. After having napped for over three hours, Dakota could sense that his biorhythms were very much out of whack. He felt like he’d just got up in the middle of the night, yet it was still light outside and he didn’t feel all that sleepy. Sure enough, though he wasn’t aware of it, it was currently 3 AM back home. Perhaps that was why he found it so easy to get in touch with his inner toddler this afternoon. Not only had his mental and physical weariness put him in an almost dreamlike state, he had also, in a way, started to lose his sense of time. It was a feeling not unlike that of being an actual two-year-old. His mind dwelt purely in the here and now. His sense of what was going on in the wider world outside his immediate Little bubble was superficial at best.

As Dakota lost himself in this rather existential thought, causing him to slip even deeper into his Little trance, the knob on the nursery door started to rattle. After a second, the door opened and Daddy poked his head into the room.

“Is the Little boy finally awake from his nap?” Daddy asked expectantly.

Dakota turned his head and gave Daddy a look of mild surprise. He was a bit taken aback at Daddy’s sudden entrance and the fact that the man seemed to already know the answer to his own question. Why ask if Dakota was awake if he thought the boy might still be asleep? Even in his depleted mental state, Dakota knew something was up. It did not seem like a coincidence that Daddy came to check on him barely five minutes after he’d woken up and mere seconds after he’d finished wetting his diaper.

As daddy strolled merrily over toward the crib and Dakota turned around to greet him, the boy’s suspicions were confirmed. He hadn’t noticed it earlier, but perched on the front left hand corner of the crib was a small baby camera. The realization sent another small surge of adrenaline up Dakota’s spine and into his cheeks. It was likely that Daddy had been watching everything that had occurred since Dakota woke up: the struggling to sit up, the obvious diaper wetting, the pacifier suckling, the giggling at his teddy bear. Dakota imagined Daddy sitting in the living room in front of the camera monitor grinning smugly as he watched him bumble around in his crib like an oversized infant. The idea was wonderfully humiliating.

“Good morning, sleepyhead! Or should I say afternoon?”

Daddy had by now made his way over to Dakota’s crib and was working on dropping the gate. Once it was down, he quickly jabbed a couple fingers beneath the front waistband of Dakota’s diaper.

“Oh yeah, that’s a wet diaper,” Daddy said with a grin. “Not surprising after such a big nap.”

Dakota blushed and hid his face behind his teddy bear.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, kiddo,” Daddy reassured, patting the shamefaced boy’s head gently. “You are a baby after all. That’s what babies like you do!”

Some reassurance that was.

Daddy removed his fingers from Dakota’s diaper and ushered him out of the crib. Seconds later, the boy was back on the changing table, the changing strap fastened firmly around his abdomen and his shirt bunched up beneath his chin to give Daddy room to work.

“Well hello there!” Daddy exclaimed as he untaped Dakota’s diaper and folded it open.

Dakota blushed again. His member was standing at full attention, a result of the wet diaper in combination with Daddy’s gently demeaning mind games.

Daddy clicked his tongue sternly, as if Dakota had just broken some kind of rule.

“I don’t think this’ll do, kiddo,” the man said. “That’s a leaky diaper waiting to happen. Plus, we wouldn’t want you doing anything naughty, would we?”

Dakota flushed an even deeper shade of red. He had a feeling where Daddy was going with this.

The man bent down and rummaged around briefly in one of the drawers beneath the changing table. When he popped back up, he was holding a fresh diaper, another thick booster, and a baby blue chastity cage.

“What do you say, baby boy? Is it time?”

Dakota knew he’d be asked this question at some point. He just didn’t think it would happen so early on in the trip. It was only about a month ago that Daddy had first brought up the idea.

“Some of the boys I used to take care of loved these,” Daddy had tried to assure Dakota as the boy timidly studied the cage. They were sitting in Daddy’s living room after another Saturday baby session.

“It looks like it would be painful,” Dakota replied hesitantly, turning the strange object over in his hands a couple times and thumbing at the ring piece.

“If it is, I’ve heard no such reports,” Daddy continued to assure. “In fact, multiple boys told me that this brand in particular is quite comfortable.”

“Okay, but how is it supposed to make me feel more like a baby?” Dakota asked skeptically.

“It takes your mind off naughty things so you can focus on being your Little self,” Daddy responded with a smug smirk.

Dakota raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconvinced.

“Tell you what,” Daddy remarked, getting up off the couch and strolling over to where Dakota was seated. “How about I show you how to put it on, I’ll give you the key, and then you can wear it home and see how you like it. If it hurts or if it’s uncomfortable, or if you just don’t see the appeal, we’ll table the idea. Whaddya think?”

Dakota considered the offer for a second. He wasn’t sure it would be his cup of tea. But then again, he wasn’t sure at first if diapers would be his cup of tea either.

“Okay, why not?” He finally relented.

That evening, Dakota left Daddy’s house with his nethers fully restrained. As Daddy had promised, it was not painful as Dakota had expected it to be. In fact, he even found himself at times forgetting he was wearing the cage. Intrigued, he kept it on overnight to see how feasible long-term use might be. Much to his relief, he woke up the next morning without any discomfort even with his customary morning erection straining against the cage’s hard plastic walls. He still wasn’t sure how exactly it would help him get deeper into Littlespace, but he took Daddy’s word for hit and notified him that he’d be willing to try it out during their trip.

Now, as Dakota laid on the changing table, naked from the waist down and gazing trepidatiously at the penile prison in Daddy’s hands, he hoped he wouldn’t regret that decision. Wearing it one night had been fine, but would he be able to say the same after two nights? Three nights? A week? On top of that, how would he cope with going that long without an orgasm? He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone more than a couple days. Was Daddy even planning to make him go the whole trip without a release?

Sensing the boy’s apprehension, Daddy crouched down beside the boy’s head and whispered into his ear: “If you get sick of it, just say ‘pause’ and tell me. I’ll take it off, no questions asked.”

This eased Dakota’s worries a bit. “Pause” had been Daddy and Dakota’s safe word dating back to when they first started role playing together–a signal to stop the scene and talk through any concerns or discomfort they might be feeling before proceeding (or ending things, if needed). Dakota had only needed to use the word once or twice in the time he and Daddy had known each other. With so much experience as a caregiver, Daddy had become quite adept at knowing where people’s comfort zones were and easing his big babies into new things in gentle ways.

Being reminded that he could decide to stop or take a break at any time was enough to give Dakota the gumption he needed to approve Daddy’s request to use the cage. Unable to consent verbally due to the pacifier in his mouth, Dakota looked at Daddy and nodded.

“You sure?” Daddy replied, just to give Dakota one more chance to say no before he finalized his decision.

The boy nodded a second time, once again feeling butterflies in his stomach as he took what already felt like his hundredth step toward the ageplay deep end since he arrived on bABy Island.

Daddy smiled and stood up, ruffling Dakota’s hair. He returned to his position at the bottom end of the changing table, where the boy’s once prominent hard-on now sat nearly flaccid. As it turns out, contemplating decisions that will affect the state of your genitals for possibly the next three weeks can be a real boner killer.

Fortunately for Daddy, this made his job easier. He worked swiftly but gently, wiping down Dakota’s private parts, pulling the soaked diaper and booster out from beneath the boy’s bottom, and replacing it with the fresh ones he’d been holding. After tossing the old diaper in the diaper pail and applying a healthy layer of baby lotion, he expertly threaded Dakota’s cock and balls through the cage’s ring piece and fastened the main part of the cage over Dakota’s shaft. He then inserted the cage’s lock, dusted down the Dakota’s diaper area with powder, and proceeded to fasten the new diaper around the boy’s waist.

Dakota expected that Daddy’s next move would be to undo the changing strap, but instead the man disappeared through the nursery door and came back in hauling one of his suitcases. He set it atop the dresser at the back of the room and unzipped it, revealing a sizable store of neatly folded adult baby clothes. He combed through the contents of the suitcase for a moment before pulling out powder blue onesie with a large Winnie the Pooh applique on the chest. A minute later, Dakota was seated on the edge of the changing table wearing both the onesie and a pair of matching socks. After Daddy fastened the boy’s pacifier to the onesie’s collar with a Pooh-themed pacifier strap, he helped the boy down from the changing table and led him out of the nursery. As Dakota expected, the thickness of his diaper caused him to waddle cloddishly as he followed Daddy out into the hallway. It also crinkled loudly with each step. There would be no hiding it the next time Daddy decided to take him out of the house.

When the pair passed by the hallway closet's mirrored doors, Dakota caught a glimpse of himself in his new attire. He knew that, due to his youthful features, he could make a rather convincing toddler when fully decked out in baby garb. But as he looked at his reflection, he still couldn’t help but be impressed by just how infantile he looked. Wavy blond hair, wide green eyes, apple cheeks, the pacifier bobbing gently in his mouth as he plodded along in his Pooh onesie and bulging diaper…. Seeing himself in such a state plunged Dakota even deeper into Littlespace. He squeezed Daddy’s hand and started to suckle harder on his pacifier as they continued to make their way toward the living room.

Upon arriving at their destination, Dakota saw that Daddy had set up a small play area for him. He’d slid the coffee table over toward the couch and spread out a brightly colored, cartoon animal themed blanket on the floor. Surrounding the blanket was a small collection of toy cars, trucks, and blocks. Daddy crouched down beside Dakota to get at eye-level with the boy, still holding his hand.

“Okay buddy, you play here for a little bit while Daddy makes us some dinner. Sound good?”

Dakota nodded obediently. Daddy smiled and gave him an affectionate kiss on his forehead before heading off to the kitchen.

Dakota got maybe 30 or 40 minutes of playtime in before it was time to eat, but it felt shorter than that. This usually wasn’t the case when Daddy gave Dakota unstructured playtime. Baby toys usually didn’t provide his adult brain enough stimulation to make the time pass quickly. But today, things were a little different. Dakota was so deep in Littlespace that he found himself strangely enraptured by his little vehicles and building materials. As Daddy cooked, he gleefully zoomed the cars and trucks around the living room floor, making little tunnels and ramps out of the blocks for them to navigate, humming softly beneath his pacifier to simulate motor sounds.

This was not the type of thing Dakota would normally do in Littlespace, even in a private setting with only Daddy around. He normally preferred to be a quiet toddler, often too self conscious to fully act the part. But it seemed that the foggy trance Dakota had found himself in when he awoke from his nap was only getting stronger despite his expectation that it would fade as time went on. As he continued playing, he realized that the cage might have something to do with it all. He could feel his member straining against it as he took pleasure in how cute and Little he felt. The gentle humiliation of being made to look and act like a mindless toddler never failed to stimulate his deeply ingrained fetishes for deference and submission. But where a hard-on might otherwise have provided an outlet for all this psycho-sexual energy, the cage seemed to keep that energy inside and force him to re-channel it into being Little. As the minutes passed and Dakota’s physical frustration grew, he felt increasingly compelled to act as babyish as possible. This aroused him even more, causing more frustration and thus even more infantile behavior–a wonderfully infuriating feedback loop that seemed to activate all the Little parts of the boy's brain at once. By the time Daddy came to collect Dakota for dinnertime, he had completely let his guard down.

“Bwut aw wanna keep pwayin,” Dakota babbled through his pacifier upon being told it was time to eat. This prompted a look of surprised amusement from Daddy

“You can keep playing after dinner, kiddo,” he replied.

“Bwut ahm nah hungwy!” Dakota countered defiantly. He’d already started to let his bratty side show. Might as well lean into it.

Daddy smiled calmly and got down on one knee, making sure to get his face as close to Dakota’s as possible.

“Do you know what happens to Little diaper boys who don’t do what Daddy says?”

His voice was menacing, but his smile remained. Dakota fell silent, not wanting to give in but also not wanting to push his luck.

“Do you want to spend the rest of the night in your crib with no toys or stuffies?” Daddy asked in the same terrifyingly sweet tone.

Dakota thought for a second. As fun as a punishment sounded, he wasn’t sure he was up for it quite yet. He’d lied earlier. He was actually quite hungry, and he wasn’t sure what possessed him to resist dinnertime other than being pent up and having an irresistible urge to throw himself fully into his toddler role. Perhaps it would be better to fight this battle another day.

“No Dah-dey,” he responded to Daddy’s question.

The man grinned, satisfied.

“Okay then, kiddo. Let’s get you some num-nums.”

He took Dakota by the hand and led him into the dining room. Within a couple minutes, the boy was securely fastened into his high chair with a bright green silicone bib hanging around his neck. To make the situation even more undignified for Dakota, the bib had a large trough at the bottom to catch any dribs and drabs he might spill. Toddlers are notoriously messy eaters, after all.

Daddy alternated giving Dakota small sips of milk out of his bottle and feeding him bite-sized pieces of pesto chicken and penne off a Paw Patrol themed plate. The plate was affixed to the high chair tray with a suction cup. Evidently, Daddy did not trust his toddler around a loose plate of food. Probably a prudent decision, considering the disobedience the boy had displayed a few minutes earlier.

Once Dakota’s food was halfway gone, Daddy left the boy to finish the rest himself so he could eat his own dinner, which was starting to get cold on the dining room table. He handed Dakota his spoon, which was adult sized but looked like a toddler’s utensil–bright green to match his bib with a plastic handle and a white silicone head. Not the best for eating pasta, but forks are dangerous for babies to handle on their own.

Dakota found his trance deepening as he worked through the rest of his meal. At one point, he realized he’d been holding his spoon wrong. Rather than holding it like a pencil as he usually did, he’d been grasping it tightly in his fist like he used to when he was first learning how to eat. Not only had this caused him to get food on his face, it also had led to a few morsels finding their way into his bib’s crumb catcher.

None of this dawned on Dakota until Daddy looked up at him from his plate and laughed. Dakota responded with a quizzical look, prompting Daddy to grab a clean napkin and head back over to the high chair.

“You got a little something on your cheek there, kiddo,” the man chuckled. “And there too. And there!”

Daddy gently wiped the boy’s face and mouth clean, then reached down and plucked the spoon from his hand.

“Like this, buddy,” Daddy instructed, demonstrating how to properly hold the spoon before placing it back in Dakota’s hand and adjusting the boy’s fingers so that he was holding it the same way.

Dakota’s face went red again. Here he was, halfway through his college degree, sitting diapered in a high chair while being taught how to feed himself. Daddy knew, of course, that the boy was fully capable of holding a spoon the right way. He just couldn’t pass up a chance to put Dakota in his place. He knew the boy loved it, despite his crimson cheeks and feigned disdain.

Daddy returned to his meal once he was satisfied with Dakota’s spoon technique, grabbing a book that had been sitting on the kitchen island on his way back to his seat. He finished his meal reading silently while Dakota continued to space out, only able to focus on the strange cocktail of physical and psychological sensations he was feeling. He opened and closed his legs a few times, enjoying the pleasant bulk of the diaper in between his legs. It was freeing not having to think about using the bathroom, especially being stuck in his high chair and unable to go anywhere. Working together with his onesie, the tight high chair straps hugged his diaper snugly up against his groin–a constant reminder that it was there whenever he needed it. And he would need it soon most likely, after having consumed most of the bottle Daddy had prepared for him. 

Sure enough, a few minutes later, as Dakota finished up his last few bites of pasta, the feeling of a full bladder hit him once again. Without even thinking about it, he released, continuing to shovel the food into his mouth as he felt his diaper swell. He loved how casual it all felt. Back home, wetting was such a big deal. A ceremony he got to perform once or twice a week when he had time for a baby session at Daddy’s house. Now, and for the next few weeks, it would be a mundane occurrence. An ordinary, run-of-the-mill part of his daily life. His life as a baby. A helpless Little baby who still needs his diapers, and will continue to need his diapers for quite some time. As Dakota zoned out even further, letting the last few drops of peepee trickle into his thirsty padding, he could feel fantasy gradually becoming reality. With each passing moment, there was less and less separating the life he was living from that of a real two-year-old.

His teddy bear was still in the nursery, but he found himself imagining it talking to him again. He could practically see it, sitting there on the high chair tray beside his now empty plate.

Baby Kota has a wet diaper again! the apparition taunted. No big boy pants for this Little guy any time soon!

Teddy was right. Less than a day into his time on bABy Island, he’d already been reduced to a drooling, pants-wetting, binky-sucking Little toddler who could barely remember how to put food in his mouth. If he’d already sunk this far, where would he be in a few weeks? Would he remember how to use the potty when it was time to go home? Would he remember how to speak like an adult? Would he get anxious whenever he was without his pacifier? Only time would tell. All Dakota could do was relax, enjoy the ride, and let his inner child take over.