Baby Captive
BABY CAPTIVE
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I woke up a little panicked. What happened last night? Then I remembered. It was those crazy people who had moved in next door! They had overheard me joking about them!
Some friends and I had been at a community campfire when my friend Jake asked me about the new couple who lived next to me. I told him who they were and made a joke about their inability to have children. Jake went totally quiet after I said that and I knew instantly that they must have been standing behind me.
After the fire was over, I started to head back home. That's when it happened. Someone came up behind me with chloroform and knocked me out cold.
So there I was the next morning, lying in an unfamiliar room. I looked around as my eyes adjusted to the light. I was in a giant crib in a nursery!!
My head was throbbing, and I tried to sit up. I realized that I was naked.
"Oh honey look!" The voice of my neighbor John said. "The baby has woken up!"
"Oh now this is no good!" Susan said as she approached the crib. "What kind of baby wears no diaper?"
She smiled in a way that send a chill down my spine. I tried to get up and run, but realized that by arms and legs were in restraints tied to the crib.
John Came over to the crib and put a large diaper on me. He tore it down the middle and put another even larger one on top of that! he continued this four more times until the diaper was so huge, I could hardly move my legs.
"Now that's better" Susan said in an eerie motherly voice. "Let's get you some dinner"
John was a big man, so he could lift me with little difficulty out of the crib. I found that I was still too weak to resist. John carried me down to the kitchen and placed me in a giant high chair and tied me onto it.
"What the Hell is wrong with you people?" I managed to say.
"Now that's no way for a baby to talk!" Susan said. John came over to me with a bottle of some liquid in his hand. He opened my mouth and squirted the liquid all over my tongue. It instantly went numb.
I tried to say something in protest, but I couldn't seem to get my tongue to move right. Only gibberish came out.
"Good. Now eat up!" Susan said as she shoved a large hunk of mush in my mouth. It tasted terrible. I tried to spit it out, but every time I managed to open my mouth, another spoonful was shoved in.
There was no use. I just ate it all. Might as well get it over with.
After a few minutes of feeding, John shoved a giant baby bottle in my mouth and forced me to drink the entire thing. It was about the size of a 2-liter. I had never tasted anything like it before, but I instantly felt something change.
My legs began to feel tingly. I tried to move them, and realized that they were somewhat numb! It was like an overdose of the restless leg syndrome pills.
I don't know why, but I began to cry.
"There there, little baby..." Susan said. "I think you're just tired. Maybe it's time for a nap"
John Grabbed me and took me back upstairs to the nursery. I didn't even try to resist. There was no use.
John set me down in the crib and didn't even put the restraints on. They both smiled and left the room.
I squirmed around for a few minutes and tried to pull myself over the bars of the crib, but they were too high, and my legs were too weak.
My stomach gurgled. They had put something in that food and drink. I suddenly had to use the restroom very badly.
"I ee oo aaffroo!!" I said stupidly with my lame tongue. What was I thinking? They weren't going to let me use the bathroom. That's probably what the diaper was for.
I couldn't hold it any longer. A warm stream of pee came rushing out into the giant diaper. I felt it get heavier and sag. I closed my eyes and laid back down on my back.
How could this be happening??? After another hour or so of laying in the crib, I started to doze off. Then I felt my bowls shift. 'Oh no' I thought...
They must have put some strong laxatives in that food, because there was no control of the eruption that came from my butt. A large fart lead a giant rush of poop forcefully into the already heavy diaper.
I lay there in the crib for the rest of the day and night. Susan came in a few times to give me more massive bottles of formula. I didn't resist. There was no point.
I kept peeing in the giant diaper until the next morning. It was so full and saggy that I don't think I could stand with my usual leg strength.
John came in without Susan and put me on a changing table against the wall and changed me into an even larger clean diaper.
He then took me downstairs and fed me more of the formula and set me down in a baby bed in front of a tinted window so I could see the neighborhood. He put restraints across my chest so I couldn't get out, and left me with another giant bottle and went out to work.
All I could do was sit there filling my diaper with my giant bottle. I had been successfully transformed into their "baby", and there was nothing I could do about it.
As another large mass of poop filled my diaper, I realized that I was going to be their captive baby for a long time.
Written By: Michael