The Story of Little Baby Tony -- (Author) siysiy
The Story of Little Baby Tony -- (Author) siysiy
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Author: siysiy
Timestamp: May 19, 2021 at 5:48 PM
Content: Chapter 1
It was my 18th birthday. I woke with my Dad coming into my bedroom.
"Are you ready for the first day of your new life?" He asked. I still was unsure if Mum and Dad had really meant what we talked about for months now. A part of me still thought that they were just saying something to get me to stop wearing diapers and suckling on my pacifier.
When I was about 16, they found all the diaper that I had managed to get and my pacifier. I was brought into the sitting room there; laid out on the coffee table were all the diapers I had in my room and my pacifier.
Mums look concerned and started to ask questions. What was it all about? Why did I have diapers in my room? What was it about a pacifier?
I don't think I did that well at explaining how good I felt in a diaper. How much the pacifier relaxed me. It ended up with Dad saying to me, "OK then, if you feel that good in a diaper, let see you in one." handing me one of my diapers.
I just looked at him and then at the diaper in his hand; it was one of my Pre Schools from ABU. Looking back at him. With my mouth open. "Go on, you either put on a diaper or you through the whole lot away, including the pacifier." He said, staring me down. "OK then," I said, taking the diaper and heading to my room.
Moments later, I took my clothes off, taped on the diaper and was looking at myself dressed in just my diaper and t-shirt. I shouted from my room, "OK, I ready." Just to hear my Dad say, "Then come into the lounge so we can see you sucking on your pacifier as well." With my heart in my mouth, I went back into the lounge.
I was made to stand in front of them, really hoping that no one would see me through the window; Dad just kept looking at me.
Then Mum picked up the pacifier. "hear, you are sweetheart," she said, "I don't understand why dressing like a baby makes you happy, but we both want you to be. So as long as you need to be a baby, we are going to treat you like one." Taking me by the hand and sitting me on her lap. She then continued by gently stroking the back of my head with one hand, with the other, she put the pacifier to my mouth; looking into her eyes, I opened my mouth and let Mum put the pacifier in; I felt myself starting to calm down as I began to suckle, looking at Mum and then a Dad.
"That’s a good baby," Dad said to me. "Now that Pacifier does not come out of your mouth until dinner time." He continued. "I want you to sit nicely on the floor for me and watch some cartoons before dinner.
I looked at Mum, who just smiled back at me, standing me up and getting a pillow from one of the chairs, then putting it on the floor in front of the TV. "You do look so adorable, Tony, as a baby." She said to me. I sat down cross-legged on the pillow, and Dad put on CBeebies just as the Teletubbies started.
Then joining Mum looking down at me, “our Little teenage baby.” Mum said to Dad. I was still trying to process what was happening,
Dad was still looking at me. “you really like being a baby, don’t you?” he asked me. I just nodded my head, not letting the Pacifier come out of my mouth. I wanted to say that I usually only do this in my bedroom. I felt a bit uncomfortable dressed like this in front of them, but now they knew that I was a Little.
All that evening, they babied me; they would not leave me alone for a moment, telling me that babies need to be looked after, and I was their teenage baby, so they had to look after me.
Dad sat me on his knee and fed me my dinner that Mum had turned into a paste with the blender. Bouncing me up and down on his lap. “DAD! Stop it.” I complained. “Humm, try again.” He replied. I looked at him, confused. “Stop, Daddy.” He suggested, still bouncing me on his lap. “OK, Daddy, please stop bouncing me.” I said to him, “alright then, as you said, Daddy.” He said to me, smiling; he seemed to be enjoying making me call him Daddy.
Then picking up my spoon, he scooped up some of the paste “hear come the aeroplane” as he started to feed me, I thought for a moment about what they were doing, then thought this could be worse, all my stuff could have been in the bin right now, and I would not get to wear for I do not know how long.
Looking at Dad holding the spoon of paste, I opened my mouth, letting him feed me.
After Dinner, one of my tasks in the house was to load the dishwasher and turn it on. Thinking that they have had their fun now, treating me like a baby. I tried to get down off Dads lap, “and where do you think you are going? Little guy.” Dad asked. Looking back at him, “to do the dishwasher.” I replied.
“No, Tony, that going to be too hard for a little boy like you,” he replied, wiping my chin with a tea towel that he had raped around my neck.
“For now, it’s some more cartoon, and then it's bath time before we put you to bed. We said that you are going to be treated like a baby, and we meant it as long as you are in diapers; your new role is to be our Little teenage baby, now you sit on the floor and watch TV like a good baby.” He said sternly.
After, they both bathed me, not letting me do anything for myself, telling me again that I was their little teenage baby boy, and they would look after me.
I was put to bed that evening before 7.30 in one of my diapers. Whenever I complained about what they were doing, being treated like a baby, not being allowed to do anything for myself. and being bathed and being put to bed early, I was just told that I was a baby now and babies get looked after. and babies need their sleep, so I was going to bed early to think about if this is how I wanted to be treated.
As I laid their thing about what had happened, I slowly realised that I had kind of enjoyed all the attention. They had given me and how much Mum seemed to get out of looking after me; I had been told to stay in bed like a good boy and use my diaper in the night.
"Good morning. Are you wet?" Dad said, pulling back the bed covers as I woke up with a start, then looking down at my swollen wet diaper. "Good boy, for keeping your diaper on all night and not wetting the bed now into the shower with you, put your used diaper in the bin we have put in the bathroom for you.
I remember standing in the shower wondering what Mum and Dad wear going to do next. I was given a choice; as long as I had diapers and a pacifier, they would treat me like their little baby boy when I got home from college and all day at the weekends. Mum told me how much she enjoyed looking after me last night and wished she still had a storybook so she could have read to me. I didn't say anything, but I did kind of like the idea of Mum reading a bedtime story to me.
That evening when I got back from college, there was a note left for me saying that Mum and Dad would be back later, and there was a TV dinner for me, and I was to be in bed padded before 9.30 pm. So much for being treated like a baby, I thought to myself.
So baby time happen at the weekend when I was woken up and treated as if I was still a young kid, still in diapers; they would not leave me alone for a moment, especially Mum, who seemed to really enjoy looking after me and treating me like an infant, Dad was more strict, he wanted me to learn to act like an infant, this was my new role. “Mummy wants you to be her baby boy, to look after, and you want to be in your diapers,” He would say to me.
However, for some reason, I enjoyed all the attention I was getting as their teenage baby; Mum and Dad told me that if I didn't want to be treated like an infant anymore, then I was to throw my diapers and pacifier away and tell them. Still, until I did, this was how my life would be from now on; I would have the status of an infant. They wanted me to act as if I was between 3 and 4 years old. They gave me a reward chart the more I got into my role of being a baby, the more stars I got.
This could be for things like using baby talk. That meant I had to think about what I wanted to say then put it in a way that a 3-year-old would say it.
I got stars for suckling on my pacifier, for play with baby toys they got me, I got a new toy every weekend.
Soon it started to become the norm Saturday morning; I would be woken up with a sippy cup of tea and praised if I had diapered up before I had gone to bed on Friday.
Mum and Dad must have done some research on teenage baby's and Little space, as they started to know how to trigger me into little space and hold me there.
Most of the time, I loved my new role.
Sometimes, though I would struggle to get into the role, somehow Dad would get me into the headspace. The only time they didn't put me into Little space was when I had homework to do for college.
Being looked after by my parents, I soon learnt how they liked me to be dressed they had got me some brightly coloured t-shirts and shorts. The more childlike, the better; they even got me to style my hair in a way that made me look younger.
There was some downside to all this.
Before, I would get pocket money, but now Dad would keep it and do my ordering in front of me. I got to choose what Diapers I got from ABU; then I would get a small amount of cash to go to college with.
Being changed by Dad because he would make sure everything was clean-shaven. I now look like I have not gone through puberty with my totally smooth body.
Then there was going out in public. All of a sudden, I would be checked and informed that we wear going out. They let me choose what clothing to put on; however, if I played the part of being an infant, I would get a load of attention and gold stars on my chart.
We always went to towns away from home so that no one that knew me from college would see me; the more we did this, the more relaxed I become about being in public nothing bad ever seemed to happen to me holding my parents' hands, letting them look after me, the more I relaxed into my role, the more people seemed to assume that I had special needs or something.
So this is how things have been for years. I do get to be a typical teenager do stuff with other friends from college, but I have to let Mum and Dad know where I am going, who I will be with and what time I will be home. Also, I have to be padded. My friends think my parents are just overprotective. As for girls, I do not believe that any girl will want to go out with a Diaper boy.
But this morning is my 18th birthday, and I had a decision to make. A whole week back, Mum and Dad had some legal papers drown up. If I signed them, I would not become an adult legally, Mum and Dad would become my legal gardens and caregivers, I would still be their child until I requested to be released, and that would take time to have papers drawn up after that I would either have to pay the rent or find my own place it just sounded so good I would still be there child, and I would not have to worry about rent from that moment on.
However, if I didn't sign the papers, not only would I have to start paying rent, but I would also have to stop wearing Diapers in their house, and there would be no more little time with them anymore; I really enjoyed being their baby boy and getting their attention. I enjoyed being in a diaper. And having Baby time, as we called it, I felt so happy not only when I had baby time, but afterwards, everyone seems to have noticed how much better I had been doing at college.
But could I do this to be a Kid every day? I had given it a try; once, when I was on holiday, I have Baby time for 5 days straight before I needed a break from being a baby. Mum and Dad kept me in diapers though I could see a film with some friends. I did realise how wet I was getting until I got home. Dad took me to one side and checked me; I went to the bathroom and changed. I don't think my friends know, but I’m not shore.
I sat up in bed, gave out a sigh, put my pacifier in my mouth and pointed to the sighed paperwork on my top. Although I was now 18, the legal paperwork meant that in the eyes of the lower I'm still a child and Mum and Dad had legal responsibility for me.
Looking at the paperwork, checking that I had sighed all the places I need to. Dad turned to me and said OK, then Kiddo. Good boy. Let get you into that shower and all nice and clean.
I kind of wanted to stay in bed as it was my birthday, but Dad was not having any of it pulling the covers back. Come on, baby, it's time for your shower. Up you pop, lifting me out of my bed and standing me on the floor. Hold Daddy hand now like a good boy.
I can shower myself; I said as he took me through to the bathroom. "No, don't be silly little boys need help", Dad replied. "Daddy is going to make sure you are all nice and clean, and Mummy will be getting you to dress you in your new clothes we got for you for your birthday. But before that, Daddy has got a special present for you, after we got you all clean and shaven." He continued.
Dad undid my diaper and removed it, putting it in the bin. I could see that he had everything he needed to wash and shave me. But with all this there was still one question on my mind what about University. What would happen then? But right now I had the role of an intent a day of being put into little space and I was going to enjoy it.
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Author: siysiy
Timestamp: May 20, 2021 at 10:02 AM
Content: hopefully, that now reads better.
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Siysiy
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Author: siysiy
Timestamp: May 20, 2021 at 10:10 AM
Content:
LilByte said:
Would prefer if there wasn't a detailed description of someone under the age of 18 masturbating. Even if it is fiction, it's still pushing it.
People think we are all peds enough as it is.
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Yea, fare commit. I don't usually write a story with anything sexual; I am trying to push my own comfort zone. Plus, it's a freedom that is taken away in the next chapter.
The question, I asked myself, what would it be like to sign paperwork that put my parents in control of my hold life, keeping me in Little space 24/7.
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Author: siysiy
Timestamp: May 21, 2021 at 7:08 AM
Content:
kerry said:
Fair. My bad: I was confused as to the narrator's age when I read that part, and by the time it became clear I had completely forgotten about the masturbation. Do please avoid that in the future.
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Ok maybe a reright and I take it out. Was not my attention to often anyone.