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Daily Free-Write April 2, 2023: Hippy Dippy Diaper Daddy Pt. 4
🕑 Added 2023-04-03 05:11:25 +0000 UTC"You'll get your phone back once you've finished dinner," said Daddy, holding up the next organic chicken nugget in front of Brin's already stuffed mouth. Brin whimpered and opened his mouth to accept it, before chewing and struggling to gulp it all down. He was stressed out wondering about who had seen the video of him wandering around the music festival in a diaper. "Come on, buddy. Let's wash that down with a yummy kale and hemp smoothie. It's all natural!"
Brin groaned as Daddy plonked a big tumble shaker full of thick green liquid on the table. The 'all natural' and 'organic' cuisine his Daddy prepared was one of his less favorite aspects of their relationship. Daddy took eat your greens to the whole next level.
"That's the way. Drink it all down for Daddy. My, my, you might need a change soon! I guess I'm keeping you well hydrated!" Daddy cupped the front of Brin's rainbow diaper making him moan in pleasure as he drank down the healthy drink. If there was one thing that Daddy never forgot, it was just how much his baby Brin loved diapers. Along with that, being reminded of his diapers and his status as Daddy's full time adult baby was also quite high on the list of things that made Brin very happy. It was a fair trade, just like Daddy's fair trade green tea.
"Awww.... you're such a cutie... smile for the camera, sweetie..."
Brin pulled the big tumbler out of his mouth and stared up at Daddy in shock. "You're recording?!"
"I can't help it! You're just too cute, little man!"
Brin hid his face, but it was too late. Yet another video went up onto social media showing that Brin's music festival frolic was far from a one time thing. Internet sleuths were already beginning to piece things together, and Daddy made it no mystery that this was a genuine adult baby they were dealing with. By the time Daddy finished feeding Brin, and Brin got a look at his phone, it was teeming with messages from friends, family, acquaintances, and people he didn't even know.
Brin groaned as he looked through them all and tried to decide on which to answer first. A voicemail from his Dad seemed like the most important one. He pressed play on the voicemail and braced for the worst.
"Son. I saw you on the news. Care to explain? Looks like you were running around the music festival in a diaper... Give me a call back. This oughtta be good."
Brin cringed heavily, but he knew he shouldn't keep his dad waiting so he dialed him up.
"Hi, Dad."
"Hey, son. How are you doing? Wait, I can probably answer that for you. You're in a high chair covered in food. Sound about right?"
"What? How did you?"
"Your pictures are very popular right now. So, is this what you and your 'boyfriend' get up to?"
"It's not..." Brin paused, and sighed. The cat was out of the bag. There was no point in hiding it now. "Yeah. Pretty much."
"Buddy. I had no idea. Is that why you moved out and moved in with a guy my age? Is that what you wanted me to do to you?"
"Dad, I would never ask you to do that! Look, I can't explain why, but it's just something that... that I need to do. And Daddy enjoys doing it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship." He heard a pause on the other line, before his Dad responded.
"I'm not mad. But... you could have asked me. Maybe your old man would have enjoyed it too..."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" asked Brin, losing patience with his father's tangent.
"Put him on speaker phone," said Daddy, pointing to Brin's phone. Brin obeyed.
"Hello, Mr. Brin's Dad? Do you really want to have a go at taking care of your son?"
"Yes. I'd very much like that chance."
"Alright. Then we'll make it happen. You let us know when we can come by, and I'll have the kiddo over and ready to be taken care of. Or you can come by our place. Up to you."
"How about tomorrow. Can I come by then?"
"Dad, hold on," said Brin.
"Sounds good," said Daddy. "That's really awesome of you to be willing to give it a try."
"Thanks for letting me," said Dad. Both of them were ignoring Brin's interjections as they got very excited about Dad's very special visit with little tyke. "It'll be just like old times."
"See you tomorrow! Come by in the morning and we can have a nice long day with the kiddo."
"Now wait just a-" The phone clicked off. "Minute..."
Brin stared at his phone, utterly dumbfounded. Had that just really happened?
"What' a matter kiddo? Done playing with your phone already?"
"I'm almost afraid to touch it," said Brin. "Did that just really happen?"
"I know! I had no idea your old man was so cool. We'll have lots of fun talking about Baby Brin, and trading tips, that's for sure," said Daddy.
"Aw, geez," said Brin, covering his blushing face.
"We could even exchange Dad jokes!" continued Daddy.
"Heaven help us," groaned brin.
"But for now, I think it's time for Baby's diaper change. Don't you, sogger? Let's change you and then it's bed time for you, buddy boy. You've got a big day tomorrow! And who knows, maybe your Dad will want to be in a video too!"
"Daddy, don't you dare!"
"Ah, ah, ah, don't use that tone with me, Bucko. That calls for a pacifier."
And with that, Brin was effectively silenced. He was about to be babied by his own father. Could things get any weirder? All he could hope was that someone slipped him a pot brownie at the music festival and this was all just a weird dream. However, the thick squishy diaper between his legs certainly felt very real, so he highly doubted that it was a dream.
