bABy Island: Chapter 2

Dakota arrived home from the man’s house the following morning determined to get a jump on his schoolwork, but he quickly found himself distracted by thoughts of the previous night’s shenanigans.

Who would have thought a friggin’ diaper could be so much fun?? he mused as he struggled through a chapter of his behavioral psychology textbook. It was perhaps a fitting topic for someone with a newfound fetish for the things babies and old people use to go to the bathroom, but after finishing ten pages and not retaining anything, he decided to set the book aside. There was no way he would be able to focus until his curiosity about the world of diaper kinkdom was satisfied.

Dakota was surprised by the results yielded when he searched the term  “diaper fetish.” He had expected to find mostly fringe kink chat forums and “top ten strangest fetish” lists, but it turned out that there was a large and thriving community of diaper kinksters out there. “ABDL” - Adult Baby/Diaper Lover. That was how they referred to themselves. Not only were there entire social media sites dedicated to the “lifestyle,” as some called it, there were also numerous shopping sites where one could buy all sorts of adult-sized baby paraphernalia - printed diapers, pacifiers, onesies, rompers, overalls, patterned t-shirts, and various types of snap-crotch shorts and pants.

Strangely, Dakota found himself intrigued by all this baby stuff. The diapers, the clothing, the idea of “regressing”.... It was a bit further down the rabbit hole than what he had done with the man the night before, but it piqued his interest nonetheless. Based on what he’d read, the man seemed to have been more toward the “diaper lover” side of the ABDL spectrum - mainly interested in diapers as a sort of BDSM tool without all the infantile frills. While Dakota’s experience with the man had been incredibly pleasurable, he wondered if there might be even more fun to be had exploring the “adult baby” side of things.

What would it be like to be a baby again? Dakota thought to himself as he scrolled through social media profiles featuring diapered men and women dressed up in various baby and toddler outfits, drinking from bottles, and playing with toys and stuffed animals. Some even had full-on nurseries, complete with cribs, high chairs, changing tables, and playpens.

“Oh my god, that’s hot,” Dakota couldn’t help but mutter out loud as he came across a photo of an adult baby boy sitting on his “daddy’s” lap. The boy looked to be around Dakota’s age, maybe a couple years older. He was dressed in nothing but a Paw Patrol t-shirt and a thick diaper that looked a lot like the one Dakota had worn last night. His “daddy” was older, maybe mid-40s, and big and muscular - much larger than the boy. One hand was firmly grasping the boy’s crotch from beneath while the other arm was wrapped tightly around the boy’s chest. The look on the boy’s face was sheepish, his cheeks blazing red with a timid, goofy smile just visible beneath the fire-engine red pacifier hanging out of his mouth. It was a look that said, “I didn’t expect to have my picture taken like this, but I have no choice but to go along with it.”

Woof, Dakota thought as he felt his loins begin to stir again. I want to be held like that.

He glanced up at the picture’s caption, which read: “The crotch squeeze: still the best way to tell when your little one is wet.”

Dakota felt a rush of heat infiltrate his cheeks. Somehow, he hadn’t considered the idea that some of these adult babies actually use their diapers. He wanted to be grossed out by it - to say that it was a bridge too far for a “normal” guy like him - but who was he kidding? He was already into diapers. That much was obvious. It wasn’t as if stopping short of using diapers would make his newfound fetish any less strange. And what was so bad about being strange anyway? As a budding kinkster, Dakota’s motto had always been that there was nothing wrong with liking something as long as it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone. Why shouldn’t the same logic apply here?

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Dakota’s mind remained fixated on that fateful day as he cinched up his duffel bag and hauled it into the sitting room of his small, one-bedroom apartment to wait for Daddy to arrive. He thought about the Diaper-Bois profile he made that afternoon and the messages he sent out to local ABDLs he’d found on both Diaper-Bois and Fetlife shortly afterward. He thought about the several times he and the man had met up again before the man moved out of state for a new job. He thought about the first message he received from Daddy a few weeks after his last encounter with the man.

“Hi Dakota,” Daddy had written. “What a pleasure it is to stumble across such a cute boy who also happens to like wearing diapers. Even better that you’re local! I know from your bio that you’re a little new to all this, but I’ve been looking for a new “baby” to take care of ever since my last boy relocated for graduate school a few years ago. If you’re looking to explore your AB side as you say in your profile, I would love to help you out with that. I’m in my early 50s and have been into ABDL since I was in my teens, so I’m quite experienced (especially when it comes to taking care of cuties such as yourself!). I’m also 6’8’, so I’m good at making boys feel small XD. I’m drug free and financially (and mentally) stable. I actually recently began my early retirement from the hospitality industry, so I have a lot of time to possibly spend with a new baby :). Message me back if you’d like to chat and potentially meet up some time!”

Dakota had thought it was a scam at first. What were the odds that such a seemingly perfect daddy that also lived in his city would find him so quickly after he entered the ABDL world? From what he had heard, caregivers were like a holy grail for ABDLs - something you’re always searching for but can never seem to find.

But it wasn’t a scam. In fact, it turned out that Daddy was as real as it gets. He wasn’t lying about being tall. His over six-and-a-half-foot frame towered over the other people in the photos he sent, and it would certainly dwarf Dakota’s diminutive five feet and five inches. He was also wide, very much a bear type, with scruffy but well-kept facial hair and hazel green eyes. He shared with Dakota his entire ABDL life story, from discovering the kink as a teenager to his numerous role play encounters over the years, first as a baby but increasingly as a daddy as he got older. He even sent Dakota some adorable pictures of him with his former “baby,” a young asian man in his mid-twenties with a slight build and apple cheeks that made him look about as much like a real toddler a grown man can, especially when he was fully decked out in diapers and baby garb.

“Wow! He’s so cute!” Dakota had messaged Daddy as he looked through the photo album. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look that babyish haha.”

“Don’t worry kiddo,” Daddy replied. “I have no doubt a sweet little twink like you can pull it off and then some!”

“That’s it,” Dakota wrote back, blushing madly at the compliments. “We have to meet up like yesterday.”

“I’m free this weekend,” Daddy responded. “Name a time and place.”

Things only accelerated from there. The two met for coffee a few days later, and upon confirming that the chemistry between them did indeed translate to a non-virtual setting, they made plans for Dakota to visit Daddy’s house the following weekend.

As the pair pulled up to Daddy’s front gate a week later, Dakota realized that calling the place a “house” was a bit of an understatement.

“Daaamn! You live here??” Dakota exclaimed as he peered out the window at Daddy’s hulking five-bedroom estate, which sat in a leafy suburb near the edge of town.

“Haha, yeah,” Daddy replied with an uncharacteristically timid chuckle. “It’s honestly excessive for a single guy like me. I bought it when I was younger and had just started my big bucks job at the firm. All those guys like to show how legit they are by buying fancy things, so I thought I was making a statement.”

“The firm?” Dakota said, eyebrow raised. “I thought you said you were in the hospitality industry.”

“I am,” Daddy responded. “Or I was. My firm invests in hotels and resorts here in the US and internationally. I was actually the CEO for ten years before I retired. Great money, but long hours. And the work wasn’t always very interesting. So when I realized I had more than enough saved up for early retirement I jumped at the opportunity. Now I just travel and take care of cute babies like you.”

Dakota’s cheeks glowed crimson, something he expected would be happening a lot that day. “Well, I’m glad you decided to follow your passions.”

Dakota felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter a little faster as Daddy’s car rattled into the garage. Nerves had never really been an issue for him when it came to sexual encounters, but this was different. Daddy had revealed in their conversations that he had a nursery, and the plan today was for Dakota to spend an hour or two easing into the baby treatment. That meant a diaper, baby clothes, time in the crib and in the high chair, and maybe a diaper change if he felt ready for it. It was an experience many long-time ABDLs rarely experience, let alone a brand new ABDL like Dakota.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay jumping right into things like that?” Daddy had asked the previous weekend at the coffee shop when Dakota laid out what he wanted to explore during their first playdate.

“I think so,” Dakota affirmed. “Might as well give it a full go, right?”

“Sure,” Daddy replied with a hint of skepticism. “Just know that if at any point you feel like it’s just not working for you, you can always tell me. I won’t be upset. The most important thing for me is that you feel secure and comfortable.”

Daddy was sweet like that, as Dakota would soon discover. Despite the authoritative, boss-like air he put on when in daddy mode, he made sure to always make it known to Dakota that he could opt out of a role play session at any time with no consequences. Though nothing could completely calm Dakota’s anxiety, knowing this did make it easier to relax as Daddy led him upstairs to the nursery, which occupied the attic floor of his home.

It was a huge room, probably somewhere around 800 square feet, with jungle-animal-themed wallpaper, decals, and curtains. In the far corner was a baby blue wooden crib with high railings and a large airplane mobile hanging over it. In the corner across from the crib, which was inset by a large walk-in closet, was an adult-sized changing table with shelves underneath stocked with an awe-inspiring variety of diapers - Tykables, ABU single-tape diapers, Dry 24/7s, and much more. Beside the changing table sat a large white canister that Dakota judged to be a diaper pail due to the large cartoon diaper sticker pasted on its front side. Closer to the entrance of the nursery, along the same wall as the crib, sat a large playpen. Inside the playpen was a mountain of stuffed animals, a small toy chest, and one of those puzzle-piece alphabet playmats you often see at daycare centers and preschools. An adult sized trike, an adult-sized rocking horse, and a massive stuffed teddy bear neatly flanked either side of the playpen. Along the opposite wall was a cozy-looking couch - obviously a place for Daddy to relax and keep an eye on his little one during playtime. Finally, in the area nearest to the entrance was what looked like a makeshift kitchenette. A small refrigerator sat nestled in the corner, and beside it was a cabinet with a microwave and mini convection oven on top. Judging by the adult-sized high chair sitting along the wall kitty-corner to the cabinet, Dakota suspected the cabinet and fridge were stocked with baby food and other kid-friendly meals and snacks.

“How do you like it?” Daddy asked as Dakota quietly feasted his eyes on the spectacle before him. Simply setting foot in the room had already activated his sub space. Each element - the decorations, the crib, the changing table, the toys, the high chair - seemed to scream “You are a baby!” at him.

“It’s incredible!” Dakota exclaimed, snapping out of his reverie. “Where did you get all this stuff?”

“Some of it online, some of it custom made,” Daddy replied. “When you’ve been in the game as long as I have, you know where to look.”

“No kidding.”

“Well alright kiddo. How about we get a diaper on you before you have an accident,” Daddy said with a playful wink. He held out his hand for Dakota to grab onto.

Dakota blushed again. It was time. He obediently took Daddy’s hand and quickly found himself being led across the room.

“Up,” Daddy commanded, motioning for Dakota to hoist himself onto the changing table.

Dakota obeyed.

“Arms up please.”

Dakota again did as he was told, noticing Daddy’s voice growing more forceful as he transitioned into caregiver mode. As soon as his arms were above his head, Daddy swiftly and expertly removed Dakota’s shirt and set it aside.

“First things first,” Daddy said, opening one of the shallow drawers above the diaper storage shelves on the changing table. He pulled out a large pacifier and popped it into Dakota’s mouth before Dakota even had a chance object. Not that he would have.

“So baby doesn’t make a fuss while Daddy gets him into his diaper.”

Dakota instinctively began suckling on the pacifier as Daddy’s commanding demeanor pushed him deeper into sub space.

“Good boy,” Daddy praised, playfully pinching Dakota’s cheek. “Now on your back, sweetie.”

One hand on Dakota’s chest and another on his back, Daddy gently coaxed the boy to lay down on the changing table. As soon as Dakota was situated, he fished a strap out from under the changing pad and cinched it around Dakota’s belly.

Gagged by the pacifier and bound by the changing strap, Dakota couldn’t contain himself anymore. His member stood at full attention as Daddy removed his shoes, socks, and eventually his shorts and boxers.

“Someone’s excited to be a baby, huh?” Daddy teased, giving Dakota’s erect penis a flirtatious wiggle before diving below the changing table to retrieve some diapering supplies. When he resurfaced, he held a bottle of baby lotion, baby powder, an ABU Kiddo, and a VERY thick disposable stuffer. A mischievous grin spread across Daddy’s face when he saw Dakota’s eyes widen at the sight of the stuffer.

“I want to see you waddle like the baby you are.”

The words made Dakota’s face turn an even deeper shade of red, which seemed to please daddy. He gave Dakota’s cheek another playful pinch before getting to work on his diaper area, applying a liberal layer of lotion to his groin, balls, and shaft. Once that step was finished, Daddy unfolded the diaper and stuffer, lifted Dakota’s legs, and deftly slid both underneath Dakota’s dainty bottom. Next came the powder - thick, fragrant clouds redolent of a time Dakota could only just barely remember. Daddy dumped a small pile on the area just above Dakota’s tool, then used a gentle hand to work it into a thin, pale layer over Dakota’s diaper area. Afterward, for good measure, he once again lifted Dakota’s legs and applied another layer of powder to the boy’s bum, making sure to cover both the cheeks and the crack.

“There ya go,” Daddy cooed softly as he went about his business. “No diaper rashes for this baby today.”

Dakota continued suckling on his pacifier as Daddy set the powder aside and began to fold the diaper over his front side. In doing so, he tried in vain to wrestle Dakota’s stiff penis into submission and get it pointed downward.

“We might have to do something about this one of these days,” Daddy said with another mischievous grin as he accepted defeat and taped the diaper over Dakota’s upturned shaft.

Dakota contemplated what Daddy meant by that as he watched him disappear around the corner, making his way toward the closet.

Was he talking about putting a cage on me? Dakota wondered as he laid helplessly on the changing table, waiting for Daddy to choose what would be the first baby outfit he’d worn in nearly 20 years.

30 seconds went by, then a minute, then two minutes. Daddy was taking his sweet time, probably deliberately. Just for the heck of it, Dakota lifted his knees toward his chest and grabbed his feet, his diaper crinkling noisily as he moved. He knew babies sometimes did this when they were lying on their back, so why not play the part? It was at that moment that Daddy returned from the closet. He chuckled as he rounded the corner and was treated to a broad, unobstructed view of Dakota’s thickly padded rump clumsily teetering back and forth on the table as the boy wrestled with his lower half. He gave Dakota’s rear a spirited swat as he approached the head of the changing table carrying a Winnie the Pooh onesie and a yellow stocking cap with little bear ears on the top.

“Enjoying yourself?” Daddy teased as he undid the changing strap.

Dakota let his legs down and sat up as the strap fell to the side of the table.

“Good boy!” Daddy praised. “What comes next?”

Dakota swiftly lifted his arms into the air, looking Daddy straight in the eye as he did so - a sign of submission and a signal that he was into what was going on.

“What an angel you are!” Daddy responded cheerfully before slipping the onesie’s sleeves over Dakota’s outstretched arms and pulling the garment down over his head.

“Okay, now lay back down so we can get you all snapped up.”

Dakota obeyed, and soon Daddy had the onesie securely fastened around the boy’s bulging diaper. He sat the boy back up and then ushered him down off the changing table. Dakota looked up at Daddy innocently, waiting patiently for the go ahead to waddle off and explore the rest of the nursery. An adoring smile spread across Daddy’s face. He hadn’t expected Dakota to take to the baby role so naturally. What a pleasant sight he was! Strawberry blonde, big cerulean blue eyes staring up at him sweetly, matching the pacifier that was bobbing lightly in his mouth as he sucked away at it. He ruffled Dakota’s hair, stretched the stocking cap over the boy’s head, and gave him a couple quick pats on his rear end to usher him toward the play area.

“Have at it, rugrat!”