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So one of the reasons that "Bad Husband, Better Baby" updates slowed down was due to a commissioned piece. Now that I finished writing it I can now post it on here... It will be posted in installments to keep you guys salivating for more ;)

If anyone would like a commissioned story from me or have an idea they would like to discuss please send me a message and we can talk about it and see if we can come to an arrangement :)

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Sam and the Mysterious Nursery

By David Morgan (Elfking)

 

Sam Jones was slowly shuffling down a dark and deserted street, he was kicking a small rock along in front of him and was generally annoyed. The 18-year-old had just been at a party hosted by his best friend Taylor Smith whom he had known since childhood, he was also the reason that Sam was annoyed.

As Sam scowled and walked down the dark road at just past midnight he felt his pocket vibrating and pulling out the phone saw that Taylor’s name was on the screen. Sam hesitated unsure if he wanted to speak to his friend in his annoyed state. Eventually he decided it could do no harm and he slid his finger across the screen to answer the call.

“Hello.” Sam said shortly.

“Hi, Sam, dude… I’m sorry I hit on that girl man, I didn’t know you had your eye on her. Come back to the party, man.” Taylor said earnestly and shouting slightly to make himself heard over the top of the music and noise of the party.

“You always do this Taylor! You see me eyeing up a girl and then you dive in and try to get her yourself…” Sam started saying.

“Dude, I didn’t know! I swear! Please just come back, have a few drinks and we can forget about all this nonsense.” Taylor said sincerely wanting his best friend back at the party.

Sam stopped and leant against a big metal gate, facing toward the street he considered going back. It was quite a walk back, he had left 20 minutes ago but in the general noise and commotion of the party his friend had been distracted hosting it until just now.

“Taylor, I would but I’m already half way home. I’m just down that long and dark road with all the factories, I don’t really want to walk all the way back now. Besides I already texted mom saying I will be home soon.” Sam said. He gave the rock a kick and it bounced off the curb and into the empty road in front of him. As he watched the little stone bouncing into the darkness he thought for a second he heard a noise on the other side of the gate.

“No problem.” Taylor said disappointedly, “We’re still cool though right?”

“Yeah… Yeah sure…” Sam said. He was now only paying a little attention to his friend as he had turned to peer through the darkness at where he thought the noise came from.

“Cool, I’ll ring you tomorrow OK?” Taylor said. He started turning toward the house and heading back into the living room where most of the party was going on.

“Sure.” Sam said still distracted and he hung up and put his phone back into his pocket whilst still looking into the darkness.

As he strained his eyes to try and see what was back there he suddenly felt a small impact on his back. Moving his hand to the impact site and turning around he didn’t see anything. Just as he was about to leave he looked down and saw the same small rock he had been kicking back at his feet.

“What the-” He said looking up at the still deserted street.

It was then that he heard the great gate wrenched suddenly open and a shot rang out.

Sam stumbled backwards in shock. He looked down at his arm where he had felt the impact of the shot. Expecting to see a bullet or something he was shocked to find a large needle. He rushed to pull the needle out of his arm and started trying to run down the road away from the gate and towards his home.

As Sam ran he felt the terror starting to fade from him, then he felt other more physical sensations starting to fade. His run slowed down and gradually he lost the feeling in his limbs.

He had only made it 20 feet when he fell to the floor. He was awake and fully conscious but his arms and legs were no longer responding to his brain. As much as he urged his muscles to move they resolutely refused. He tried calling out but found the sound he produced was just a quiet gasp.

After a few seconds he felt something grab his two feet and start dragging him, seemingly effortlessly, back towards the gate. As he was pulled past the threshold of the large gate he saw them close automatically as he desperately tried to scream or move to stop the arm that he couldn’t see.

Out of his coat his last hope faded as his phone fell onto the grass a little beyond the gate. Tears fell silently from Sam’s eyes as his last hope faded and he assumed the worst was about to happen. Would he be tortured? Killed?

Whether it was from the fright or the drugs coursing through his system he fell into unconsciousness as he was dragged through a door in the side of the warehouse that slammed shut behind him and locked automatically.

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When Sam’s eyes opened again he had no idea how much time had passed. It took a moment for him to even realise his eyes were open in the pitch black. He blinked a few times and it didn’t get any lighter.

Feeling panic rising Sam stayed very still, not hard to do since the drugs were still affecting his muscles, and he considered the situation. He had been drugged and kidnapped, it had been just past midnight on the Saturday night when it happened but he had no idea how long he had been unconscious, it could have been five minutes or five days for all he knew.

He thought back to the moment he was taken yesterday, he hadn’t seen his captors at all. Whoever they were they had very skilfully taken him without him even getting a glance at them.

He assessed the place he was in. He assumed he was inside now because it was warmer in here than it was outside. It wasn’t uncomfortably warm, but it was definitely not the frigid temperature that it was outside. He could also hear a slight humming in the distance, he wasn’t sure if it was electrical or heating or something else but it definitely seemed like he was indoors.

“H-Hello.” Sam’s voice came out as a croak. It was an improvement on not being able to speak at all when he was first drugged at least.

There was no answer, no change in the noises. Silence still dominated over everything and the stillness in the air remained. It was almost like there was no one else in the building at all.

A seed of hope sprouted in the young man as he wondered if it had been a bad prank or something and he had been left in the room and abandoned. It wasn’t a great situation but it was better than being tortured or killed, Sam thought to himself.

Sam attempted to move his arms and legs and found that with a lot of effort he was finally able to somewhat control them again. He slowly pushed himself on to all fours and then very slowly rose up to his knees. Then with great effort he forced himself to stand up.

Immediately upon getting to his feet lights on the ceiling switched on and filled the room with light. The sudden burst of light was too much for Sam’s eyes and he stumbled backwards shielding his eyes and fell backwards on his still unsteady feet and landed back on the floor.

This time though things were different. The lights remained on and instead of silence Sam could hear whirring noises coming from the ceiling above him. Still blinded by the light he couldn’t work out what was going on.

Suddenly he felt, what felt like, a hand reach under him and try to lift him up. Sam was in the crawling position and when he felt the hand he tried to bat it away. Whoever was trying to grab him was strong but hitting the hand away loosened its grip for a second. Sam used this second to start crawling as fast as his still numb limbs would allow away from the arm. His vision was still blurry but he thought he could see a door on the far end of the room and he made a break for it.

Crawling at first and then rising up to a stumbling walk he fixed his blurry vision on the door and did his best to get there.

Just as he thought he was getting away the hand grabbed him again. Only this time its grip on the back of his shirt was firm and not easily shrugged off. Then Sam felt another arm wrap around him, only something was odd about this one. Looking down he screamed as much as his still very raspy voice would allow as he saw a log metal tube about the same width as his arm wrapping around his torso like a boa constrictor. As it slithered around him he saw the “hands” he had been feeling were attached to these tubes.

As he looked in horror at the tube wrapping around him another hand came down from the ceiling in front of him and wrapped around his legs. He struggled as much as he could but these mechanical limbs were keeping a firm grip.

The hands were big and white on the end of the tubes, they reminded Sam of the gloved hands of some cartoon characters that he had seen.

The arms lifted him up effortlessly and carried him back toward where he originally woke up. Eventually they lowered him down on to a table. He wondered if they would loosen their grip now and he could try to escape again. As Sam was thinking this chance more hands came down from the ceiling and the hands clasped his wrists and forced them down on to the table.

Sam started shouting for help, the shock and fear becoming overwhelming as the mysterious machine restricted and controlled all his movement. As he shouted he felt two more of the hands grab his ankles and held them down. He was now lying with his arms and legs outstretched seemingly covered in these arms for lack of a better word for them.

The arms that had grabbed his shirt and wrapped around his midsection now retreated and quickly went back into the ceiling. All that were left were the arms holding his limbs.

Sam wondered what was next. Were they going to harvest his organs? Was this some sick prank? What the hell were those arms!? As these questions whirled through his head some of the arms came back down from the ceiling. Sam started crying now, he was terrified about what these hands were going to do.

As they got closer he started begging with his voice now mostly recovered from the effects of the drugs.

“Please… Please don’t hurt me…” He sobbed, “My parents have money, they will pay you…”

The metal mechanical hands continued down either not able to hear or not able to care about the pleading.

They reached Sam’s chest, Sam closed his eyes and tensed up waiting for whatever torture he was sure they would perform. Then after not feeling any pain he slowly opened his eyes and dared to look again.

The hands were now delicately undoing the buttons of Sam’s shirt and when they were all undone the arms manipulated Sam so that they could remove the shirt whilst still keeping him restrained. Sam felt like a doll to these machines, unable to move himself in any meaningful way and totally controlled by whatever desires these machines had.

The hands now headed southward and Sam watched through the tears as his pants were unzipped and pulled down too, with more arm manipulation they were pulled off leaving Sam lying there in just his pair of purple briefs.

Sam felt very helpless, near naked and with these arms holding him, he felt totally vulnerable. He looked at one of the arms holding one of his wrists and marvelled at the technology. It seemed like it was far beyond technology he had ever seen. It moved like a snake in that it seemed extremely flexible but it was also extremely strong. As much as he struggled he couldn’t move it an inch. Despite his terrible predicament, he marvelled at the technology and wondered who could make such a machine.

Sam was quickly snapped back into the reality of his situation when he felt the two hands that had been undressing him grab the waistband of his briefs.

“No, no, no-” He started saying in vain as the hands dispassionately pulled them down and took the purple underpants away.

Sam was now left totally naked on the table, still being held down and still scared at what might come next. He watched as the two hands disappeared into the ceiling with his clothes and then seconds later they re-emerged with something white and plastic looking that Sam couldn’t make out.

He quickly realised what it was when the hands began unfolding it though…

“A DIAPER!?” He shouted, “Please, whoever is controlling this… STOP!” He begged.

Sam was of course powerless to resist. The diaper was unfolded and placed beneath him, then the front was raised up and taped on perfectly and quickly. It was super thick, and as Sam looked down he could see little patterns across the front of it.

The arms lifted him up again, this time with no arm around his waist his now padded butt hung low and he was placed into a bed that had really high bars on it. It took a second for Sam to register that he had just been placed in an oversized crib! He opened his mouth in shock as he now looked around the room for the first time with his now fully adjusted eyes. The room was an overgrown nursery! It had the changing table that he had been on, the crib he was now in and was littered with toys and other baby paraphernalia.

The hands retreated into the ceiling and left him alone in the crib. Sam was in shock. He looked around the room again and then down at himself, unable to articulate what he was seeing and feeling he just shouted as loud as he could.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!”

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my my, quite the opening chapter and I can't help but wonder who or what is behind it? Is he gonna be trained in the nursery? does he escape? does someone come and take him and will they be good or bad? So many questions and we're just starting :P

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OK now I understand why it took so long for you to post another chapter

for Bad Husband Better Baby.

This story is very interesting. Never read something like this before.

I'm interested. LOL

OH and you are a re great writer.

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Here is the second part of the story :) Any comments/likes/suggestions/predictions (although this story is finished) is appreciated. This post takes the story to roughly the half way mark. Since it was a shortish 10,000 word story.

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It felt like hours has passed. It was impossible to know for sure because there were no clocks on any of the walls and no windows to see outside.

Sam was still in the crib which he found was impossible to escape from and he was still naked except for the diaper that was strapped to his waist. Well, not entirely naked.

A few minutes after the hands left the room he had tried to remove the diaper by pulling at the tapes, he thought being naked would be better than the humiliation of the padding. But immediately, as soon as his hands touched a tape, four robotic arms came out of the four corners of the large metal crib and had forced his hands into balls and put a type of mittens on them with chains at the wrist that prevented them being removed.

Then his hands had been placed behind him and tied together with a strap. Trying to remove his diaper had clearly been a bad idea, Sam thought to himself.

What was worse, it had now been several hours and he could feel an aching in his bladder. Sam knew what that meant but he refused to give in to the demands of his bladder, he hadn’t wet himself since he was potty trained and he didn’t plan to start now.

Sam was still feeling miserable and depressed about the situation but the shock had worn off and now he was as much confused as anything else. The overriding emotion though, was fear. What was in store for the future, what was going to happen next.

As time tricked agonisingly on the need from Sam’s bladder grew and grew, it was begging for release.

Sam knew asking the mysterious machines, or whoever controlled them for release would be a waste of time. He doubled over in pain as the spasms in his bladder started and his body started trying to force the urine out of him.

Sam could only hold on so long. Eventually his control would slip and his body would do the rest. He gasped as he felt a small trickle escaped himself and into the thirsty, waiting diaper. Like a signal to start a charge the rest of the contents of his bladder made a push for escape and he could no longer hold it. His attempts at stopping it happening were beaten and the pee poured out of him and into the padding.

He felt his face redden as he felt the humiliation of being forced to wet himself like this. He saw the diaper becoming discoloured as it absorbed the urine and he closed his eyes unable to watch himself do this.

The padding swelled and it felt very warm against his crotch as he continued releasing his bladder. After what felt like a minute he finally stopped wetting.  He didn’t know how he had done so much wetting. He assumed it was because of the drugs that knocked him out, or maybe the alcohol at the party last night. He closed his eyes, the memory of the party was painful now, he didn’t know if he would see any of his friends from the party again. He didn’t know if he would see anyone at all ever again at this rate.

The full force of the situation hit him and he fell back on his heavily padded and wet rear and started crying at the situation he was in and the life he had potentially lost.

Seemingly reacting at the sound of him crying the arms reappeared from the ceiling which just made Sam cry out even more. As the arms swooped down out of the ceiling Sam backed into the corner of the crib, he was determined to put up a fight even if he felt so completely helpless. As the hands got close he kicked out as hard as he could, making contact with the end of the nearest arm it moved only slightly and at the cost of a lot of pain to Sam’s foot. With Sam’s arms tied behind his back he didn’t have a lot of options for fighting back.

In reaction to this more arms came down. They undid the straps but before Sam could react and move his arms they grabbed his wrists and ankles, only this time they lifted him in to the air and pulled his arms and legs away from his body so he was being held vertically in a star shape. Sam tried to pull one of his arms free but he was being held very securely.

After a moment in this position another arm came from the ceiling and went straight down to his crotch. Sam winced as the hand drew closer and then turned its hand to be palm up and it started patting the diaper between Sam’s legs. It didn’t take Sam long to realise he was checking for if it needed to be changed, Sam blushed at the realisation that he had wet himself and then cried like an infant. It was curious, he thought, that these arms seemed to recognise what was going on. Sam started wondering what was controlling these things and why they were doing all this.

The arm at Sam’s crotch finished assessing the state of the nappy and seemed to decide it needed replacing and it pulled the tapes off. With a very wet thud the nappy fell into the crib where another arm picked it up and took it with him back into the ceiling from whence the arm had come.

Sam blushed even more as he was manhandled whilst naked by these machines. The thud of the nappy had shown just how much he had used it, he hoped that if he ever got out of this, that no one will ever know what was happening in here.

Sam was carried over to the changing table. This time he didn’t resist as much, he had realised that there was nothing he could do and he just allowed himself to be carried over. The breeze the movement generated hit his exposed crotch creating a cold tickling feeling. Sam shuddered at the feeling before reaching the table and being carefully and gently set down.

Perhaps the arms recognised the lack of resistance because after laying him down they reduced the pressure on his wrists and ankles, and slowly they let go and hovered just above him. Sam considered taking the moment to try and get off the table but previous attempts showed him that attempting to get out was a forlorn hope. So despite being given the opportunity, Sam decided to just lay there and allow this all to happen.

One of the arms drifted back into the ceiling and then returned with a new diaper. It was unfolded and placed beneath Sam without Sam moving or reacting except for having his butt lifted up by a hand grabbing his ankles for that task.

Whether the mysterious arms knew he was co-operating or not Sam didn’t know but they slowly drifted further away from him in a kind of Mexican stand-off, they were clearly ready to pounce again at any sign of resistance.

Sam just lay there, still sniffing a bit from the crying as the new diaper was taped snuggly around his waist. After it was taped on two hands gently picked him up, and then placed him on the floor so he was standing up, though they took hold of his arms so he couldn’t wander away. They weren’t holding him tightly though and Sam began to realise that by going along with what they wanted they seemed to be happier to not hold him down so much.

Whilst Sam was contemplating this two hands came down from the ceiling holding something that was folded up and baby blue in colour. As they carried it down from the ceiling the cloth unfolded and Sam recognised it as a larger version of what he had seen younger cousins wear. It was like a regular shirt that carried on down past the waist and had two flaps front and back that had little poppers on allowing them to link up between the legs. In short they were bringing him a onesie.

“No way…” Sam almost whispered and started backing away. This diaper was one thing but there was no way he was going to allow these things to dress him up as a baby. He wasn’t a doll or their play thing, he was a person and he deserved respect!

As he took a step back, almost instantly the hands around his wrist strengthened their grip and held him still.

He struggled more using his free feet to try and kick away the arm that was bringing the onesie closer to him. Reacting almost immediately more arms came down and grabbed his ankles. Sam struggled but once again he was entirely at the mercy of these arms. He went red in the face as he pulled his arms and legs trying to free himself but it was hopeless.

The onesie was pulled over Sam’s head and pulled down. The restraints holding him adjusted where they were holding him to allow for the onesie to be pulled on and for the flaps between his legs to be popped together. Sam felt himself go redder in the face with each pop of the onesie.

Once it was on Sam was forcibly carried over to the bed and dropped into the crib much harder than the gentler landings the arms had given him before. The arms maintained their grip though and held Sam spread-eagled in the bed. Sam was wondering what was next when an arm descended from the ceiling, immediately Sam could see that this one looked different from all the other ones.

Unlike the other arms with hands on the end, this one seemed to end in what looked like a nipple, and the tube wasn’t shiny and metallic like the other arms, this one was clear and seemed to be full of a white liquid.

Sam laid there concerned and when the tube moved toward his mouth he quickly turned his head away and pursed his lips together. Reacting to this a hand came down from above and grabbed his forehead. The hand was big enough that it could easily grasp both sides of his head, then it used it’s overwhelming strength to force Sam’s head to look up at the ceiling again.

Sam was still resisting though, as if any of this effort would do him any good.

Yet another hand came down from the ceiling. Sam started wondering how many of these things were up there, the hand swooped down and pinched Sam’s nose. Unable to breath Sam opened his mouth and has he did so the tube with the nipple forced its way into his mouth and the hand holding Sam’s nose let go.

Sam tried moving his head but he was being held perfectly still and the nipple in his mouth seemed to be perfectly shaped for him. He could barely move his mouth at all and there was no way to get the nipple out. Realising that he was meant to drink whatever was in this tube and that the hands wouldn’t let him move until he did he reluctantly sucked on the nipple the way a baby would. He suddenly realised how thirsty he had been as the first drops of cold milk hit the back of his throat.

With no choice in the matter now Sam started greedily sucking down in the milk to quench the thirst he suddenly realised he had. Sam was totally immobilised now, his wrists and ankles were held and pinned to the mattress of the crib, his head was being held in place so he couldn’t move it, his hands had restrictive mittens so he could barely move his fingers. The only thing he could do was reflexively suck down the milk now being fed to him.

Soon Sam started feeling very full on the milk but realised there was no way to stop the feeding from continuing. He started squirming to try and express his desire to stop, but the uncaring machines showed no signs of listening to his protests or that they even understood them. Looking up the tube Sam could see the end of the milk, every time he sucked some down the level in the tube lowered.

Sam kept sucking the milk down slowly, he was struggling with it but managed to finally force down the last of the milk in the tube.

When the last of the milk was swallowed and he was left sucking air the tube slowly pulled itself out of his mouth.

Sam gasped for air and was very grateful for this as his jaw was starting to hurt. Sam was waiting for the other arms to let go but they didn’t budge at all. Instead the arms holding his head and hands forced him into a sitting position, and then an unseen arm from behind him wrapped around his midsection pinning his arms to his side.

Two hands came down from the ceiling now, one with a jar of something that Sam couldn’t make out, and the other with a spoon. It didn’t take Sam long to realise what was next.

“No! Stop! I’m not hungry… Who are you? Let me go! When I get my hands on yo-” Sam started shouting but was then cut off by the spoon, loaded with some of the mushy contents of the unlabelled jar.

Sam flinched at the bland taste but swallowed it since the spoon wasn’t being moved until he did so. After the first spoonful there was another, and then another. Sam was so full now he thought he was going to burst when finally, the arms all simultaneously let go and disappeared back into the ceiling from whence they had come from.

“Alone again…” Sam thought to himself after a minute or so of no activity. “Then again, I guess I was always alone.”

Sam slowly laid back putting his head on the pillow. He was feeling exceedingly tired and extremely full. Was it the food and drink that was making him tired? Maybe it was all the trauma of the day that had left him lethargic. All Sam knew was that within seconds of laying his head down he fell into a deep sleep.

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I am really enjoying this story. I wonder who is behind all these robot arms who is in charge?

I'm also thinking about the cell phone that dropped out of his pocket when "they" took him.

I love your writing hope we have another chapter soon. :P

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Here is part 3, the penultimate part of the story. Please leave likes or comments if you enjoy it :)

If you would like a story commissioned and written for you then send me a message and we can discuss, I am open to all ideas.

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When Sam’s finished sleeping there was a few seconds where he thought everything that had happened with that horrid nightmare nursery had been a bad dream. But then he shifted position slightly and heard the crinkling. Without opening his eyes, he reached down with one of his hands and felt between his legs and found a big padded diaper enclosed in the onesie he was forced into.

Sam slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the bars of the crib. He felt his heart drop as he realised the nursery wasn’t a nightmare but a horrible reality.

Sam slowly and shakily got to his feet. He felt the rage of his humiliating situation building inside him. Sam was confused, scared and angry. He wanted to lash out, he wanted to cry, he wanted help. There was just a wave of emotion and feelings and Sam was feeling overwhelmed by them, he had no control of the situation and it was all too much for him.

With a burst of rage Sam swung his fist at the bars of the crib. He made contact with one of the cribs metal bars and despite the noise the bar didn’t budge. Sam let out a scream of anger and emotion but there was no reaction from the machines.

Sam leaned forward resting his head on the bars and contemplated his situation. How long had he been here? It had to have been a while now because he had been asleep twice and spent a lot of time in between with these crazy robot arms. Sam estimated that he must have been here at least a day, surely his family would be worrying about him and trying to find out where he was.

But how would anyone know where to look, Sam thought, he could be anywhere as far as his family and friends were concerned. This was exceptionally annoying because he was on the route between his home and the party that he had been at, anyone searching for him would be walking around outside but Sam was powerless to let anyone know where he was. This was incredibly frustrating.

Sam turned his thoughts inward to himself. He was leaning the top of his head against the bars which left him looking down and at himself, he was not shocked by what he saw but it didn’t do anything to ease his confusion and anger. He was in a thick diaper and a baby blue onesie with mittens tied on to his hands, there was no two ways about it, whoever had taken him and locked him up here had dressed him like a baby. Sam blushed red but knew better than to try and remove any clothing, last time he tried that he got the mittens and the last thing he wanted was for the arms to come back and make things worse for him.

Suddenly Sam heard a little click noise and he felt the bars of the crib slowly descending. He quickly backed up a step, tripping in the process and falling on to his padded rear with a crinkle, and watched the bars slowly slide all the way down until the disappeared into the bottom of the crib and it seemed he was free to climb down from his baby cage.

Sam waited for a minute or two, he wondered if he was being tested and he was anxious not to provoke his captors’ ire. After a couple of minutes waiting in which the silence and stillness of the nursery remained undisturbed Sam decided to scoot over to the edge of the crib. It was a long way down, he hadn’t really noticed but the crib was far enough off the ground that he would have to dangle himself over the edge and let himself drop to get down. He looked around from this little perch on the edge of the crib and noticed for the first time that everything was oversized to make him feel smaller. Sam assumed it was like that anyway, the only other explanation was that he had been shrunk which he would have disregarded immediately if it weren’t for the fact that these mechanical arms seemed to be of a vastly superior technology compared to anything Sam had ever seen before.

He shuddered and sincerely hoped that it was just oversized furniture. He thought the humiliation of being shrunk to baby size would be too much for him to bear, but with the technology displayed here he couldn’t rule out the possibility.

Sam lowered himself over the edge, as he hung down from the crib he felt the onesie he was wearing stretch pretty taut and push his diaper up into his crotch slightly. This surprised him and he lost his grip and fell to the floor, it was not a big enough fall to cause real injury but it was long enough to hurt a little. Sam was quickly distracted by surprise though as the fall caused his bladder to release with little to no control from himself. He tried to clench the muscles and stop it from happening but found he couldn’t stop the flow.

Sam was startled and just stared at his own crotch as he felt the area between his legs get warmer by a spreading warmth as the urine searched for padding to absorb itself. When it felt like the flow finally stopped Sam just sat there stunned unable to take his eyes off of his now used diaper.

“What the heck just happened?” Sam thought to himself scared and blushing again. He had just wet himself without any control, he didn’t even know he needed to go. Sam thought for a logical explanation as his mind raced, after thinking for a few seconds there was only one thing he could assume caused this. All that milk he had been force fed yesterday, could it have been drugged? With all the other unexplainable stuff that had gone on since the night he was taken was it that far-fetched to believe he had been drugged to make him lose control of his bladder?

He felt a heat rising in his face as he felt the warmth tickle him slightly as the wetness spread and absorbed more and more of his urine.

Sam quickly but shakily climbed to his feet and started walking over to a corner of the room he hadn’t been in that seemed to have a lot of items, mainly toys. He wanted to try and act like nothing had happened, he remembered when he had last wet himself and made a big deal out of it, it had brought the machines out to change him, so this time he tried to act like nothing was amiss. It wasn’t easy to pretend everything was fine, Sam was forced into a slightly wider waddle due to the swelling in the extra thick padding.

Reaching the corner Sam noticed that a great majority of things here were toys for very young children. He carelessly flicked through the things on the shelves and in the boxes looking for something to do. Teddy bears, big blocks, dolls and action figures were all Sam could find.

“I’m not a baby…” Sam said under his breath. He was still distracted at having wet himself without any knowledge it was going to happen and that combined with the toys on display made him start questioning how much he believed what he said.

Bored and with no sign of any other stimulation Sam picked up a coloring book and some crayons and laid down on his front on the floor to start filling in the pictures whilst he tried to make more sense of the situation he was in.

Sam distractedly filled in a picture of a dog on the first page of the book whilst he thought about other things. First thing that came to his mind was how infantile he must look. He was lying on his front on the floor, in a diaper that was wet and a baby blue onesie and he was coloring in a book aimed at infants. Not to mention the diaper was wet and he had had no say in the matter.

He shook his head to clear his mind. He had to focus on the future, not the here and now. He had to make sure he didn’t give up hope of rescue or just accept becoming the baby that these machines seemed to want him to be.

Escape seemed impossible, Sam thought, there was no way through the only door in the room since it was locked and there weren’t any windows or vents or anything that he thought might help the situation. The chances of someone helping him from outside was slim too, he was in what seemed like an abandoned warehouse, a long way off the street and had, as far as he knew, left very little clues as to where he disappeared to.

“I’m not a baby…” He repeated to himself again, this time a little louder as he fought to maintain control and not start panicking at his seemingly inescapable situation. What were the long term goals of these machines? Was he going to be here for the rest of his life? He would lose his mind… Maybe that is what they wanted. Who were “they”? He had no clue who or what had taken him still.

Sam’s internal monologue on his situation was cut short by a sudden cramping pain in his abdomen. Sam quickly went wide eyed knowing what this was likely to mean. He hadn’t gone “number two” since he had arrived here and now it seems like his body wanted to make it happen.

“I’m not a baby…” Sam said with a bit of defiance but a lot more panic. He looked around wide eyed, what he was looking for he didn’t know but he desperately searched for anything that might help.

Sam was hit by another wave of cramping this time forcing him to get off the ground and stand up putting his hand to his tummy until it passed. He looked around the room wildly, he staggered toward the only door in the room even though he was certain it was locked and offered only an illusion of escape. Half way there he was forced to double over with another more urgent cramp.

“I’m not a baby…” He said through gritted teeth beginning to realise the hopelessness of the situation.

Sam now crawled forward a few steps before realising that he was beaten. He pushed with his hands so that he was back on his feet but was squatting down low. The position forcing the onesie to push his wet diaper against him, he felt the next wave of cramping come over him and this time he pushed inside with it. His face went red from a combination of pushing and the embarrassment of what he was doing.

“I’m not a baby…” He said louder and with a strained voice as he resigned himself to the inevitable.

Lifting his butt up slightly so the onesie wasn’t pulling the nappy so tight he pushed and felt the tip of a warm, solid log force its way out of his butt and hit the back of the nappy. With a small grunt Sam pushed and felt it start curling around as his bowels emptied themselves into his disposable underwear.

“I’m not a baby…” He said quietly with tears in his eyes.

Once the first log of poop had come out Sam started to stand back up but with another cramp was forced to squat again as a much softer rush of poop forced its way out and into the seat of his diaper. The fact that he had gone so long without emptying his bowels was becoming abundantly obvious as his body pushed it all out. He grunted and felt the onesie he was wearing stretch slightly as his diaper bulged out to accommodate the huge load.

Eventually it all stopped and his tummy felt a lot better, though the rest of him felt a lot worse. He stayed in the squatting position for a few moments, he panted slightly at the effort as he felt his pulse return to normal.

He slowly reached back with one of his hands and felt the rear of his onesie. He could feel the huge bulge that his accident had created and grimaced to himself. His eyes were very watery but he was willing himself to not cry.

Slowly Sam lifted himself up into standing position and as he did so he felt the mess in his nappy shift around and when he was stood straight up again he now noticed it sticking to him, his diaper felt extremely full and moving around in it was now very uncomfortable. Sam did his best not to cry but tears were now running down his face. The smell of his foul deed now reached him and made him wrinkle his nose in revulsion at what he had done.

“I’m not a baby!” Sam practically shouted in defiance of his situation before falling on to his knees and loudly crying.

As if reacting to the sound of the crying the mechanical arms from the ceiling suddenly swooped down. Sam didn’t try and run away or anything this time, he just stayed kneeling in his increasingly uncomfortable messy nappy and crying into his hands. He couldn’t help but imagine how he would look if anyone could see him and that made him cry even more.

One of the mechanical hands came down behind Sam and firmly pressed itself to Sam’s butt as if it was a parent assessing the state of a baby’s diaper. Sam winced as he felt the hand squash the huge load in his diaper against his skin.

Another hand came to join the first. Together the two hands gently wrapped themselves around Sam’s waist and lifted him, carrying him towards the change table. As Sam left the ground he felt gravity take a hold of him and the diaper that had been stuck to him sank lower providing him with a little respite. Though from the weight of the diaper Sam assumed he must have practically filled it to bursting.

Sam’s crying had abated somewhat when the arms began attending to him. Sam only noticed after he was set down on the table that the way he calmed down when the “parents” came was very reminiscent of an actual toddler calming down when given attention. Sam nervously wondered if whatever may be in the food or drink was causing more changes than just the lack of bladder and bowel control. He shuddered at what that might mean, but what choice did he have. Even if he didn’t comply voluntarily he was forced to by whoever ran this place.

Sam just laid back as the hands undid the snaps of his onesie and started pulling off the tapes of the diaper. He didn’t bother to resist because he knew what would happen and the hands would just hold him down anyway so he just allowed it all to happen with a sigh of resignation.

Cleaning the mess took a few minutes as the hands wiped him clean and taped a new diaper on him, all without the slightest bit of resistance or help from Sam. When Sam’s ankles were suddenly lifted above his head to place a new diaper Sam felt his embarrassment at being in such a comprising position increase, even though he knew no one could see him. Once the change was done Sam allowed himself to be picked up and placed back into the crib. As the bars raised automatically sealing him in his cage he suddenly noticed that he was feeling sleepy even though he had not been up long at all. Having lost track of time soon after arriving he had no idea how his sleeping was so just assumed he wasn’t getting much sleep.

As he laid down in his new thick diaper and onesie he noticed the feeding hands coming down again with milk and more mush which Sam opened his mouth to and just drank and ate it all with little complaint. He wasn’t happy about doing it but knew the only alternative was being held down and having it happen anyway. He had decided there was no point resisting the inevitable. This tacit acceptance of the situation would have concerned him up until very recently, but the mental wear down of being continually forced to bend to the will of his captors was taking its toll and Sam was starting to wonder what good resisting would do.

Once the feeding was done a pacifier was strapped into Sam’s mouth firmly. He tried to resist it but the sleepiness meant his resistance was rather weak and once the pacifier was strapped on Sam just rolled over and quickly drifted off.

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Yeah update! I really like the way he is accepting but slightly resisting still. Very nice update. I still am curious as to what happens with him afterwards and who is behind this and why. But looking forward to more.

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