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Daily Freewrite September 4, 2022: Moving Day Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2022-09-05 07:09:28 +0000 UTCAnd so, like drones, the two of them got to work setting up the playpen, the crib, hanging up the infantile clothing, and stocking the kitchen with baby food. Anything that was too adult was thrown out - beer, adult magazines, toilet paper, anything.
"You might as well just let go," said the voice whenever they felt they needed a potty break.
"That's it. Just take off your clothes if it's too hot."
"You don't need to worry about putting clothes on to go outside. You're in your special underwear. You can just take the trash out just as you are.
It was at the point that Randy found himself standing on the curb in front of the recycle bin that he snapped out of it and realized what he was doing. He had just shut the lid and the bang had startled him. He blinked a few times, looked around, then realized he was feeling unusually cool. He looked down and saw what he was wearing - a diaper, and nothing else. Then his stomach fell. He looked all around, suddenly feeling very naked and very exposed. There weren't many people outside, but those that were were staring at him in shock. Randy yelped, bringing yet more attention to himself, and ran inside the house, shutting and locking the door.
"What the hell happened?" he said to himself.Then he caught sight of Lou, who was also in nothing but a diaper. Lou was sitting in the palypen, the only piece of furniture left in the living room aside from the TV stand and the big baby walker. Lou! What is going on?"
Lou smiled and sucked his thumb. He lay back and began to hump the air.
Randy walked up to the side of the playpen and tried to shake Lou out of it, but his hand froze as it got near Lou. It was cold. Ice cold. And then he felt something pull him back.
"Ah, ah, ah. Good boys don't walk in the house. They crawl."
Randy felt hands guiding him down onto all fours, and a pacifier floated into his mouth from a nearby moving box. He felt something press the pacifier against his mouth as he sucked, maintaining a light pressure, and he felt hands on his thighs and the front of his diaper.
"Mmmmhhhh," he moaned into the pacifier. Something about that pressure and the caress of hands on his thighs, around the leg guards, against the front of the diaper... it all left him feeling so calm... so relaxed... so horny...
"That's it, little boy. Just give into the feelings... you love being a diaper baby... it feels so good..."
By now, his diaper was soggy from a day's hard work, and the warm squishy garment enhanced the wonderful feelings tenfold. A shudder ran through randy as he stayed there on all fours, humping against an invisible hand, moaning, and drooling a bit as he sucked his paci.
Lou wasn't faring much better. He was laid out on his back, his arms and legs each held firmly but gently out by an invisible hand as more hands caressed the front of his diaper and patted his bum.
"Good boy, Lou. Good boy. You love being a little baby. You and your brother will be very happy being babies 24/7. You don't need to hide it. You can't hide it. It's what you are... What you will always be..."
Lou didn't pay much heed to the words, though part of his mind was certainly listening. He was too keyed into the wonderful feelings. Feelings he'd never felt before. It was his first time wearing a diaper. No one had ever told him how great they could be! Lou gritted his teeth as he felt that wonderful feeling grow, the soggy padding stimulating him better than any other sex ever had. He didn't care that Randy was there to see him cream the diapers. He just wanted to nut. He began to hump, his beanie falling off to reveal his bald head as he struggled to do so without use of his arms or legs.
"Aww, baby wants to make stickies! So cute... You won't get this all the time, but for being such a good boy today, you can have this one for free..."
Lou nodded and smiled in bliss as the hands grew more insistent, kneading his diaper around his hardening tool.
Meanwhile, Randy wasn't far off from spurting himself. For the second time that day, Randy groaned and shuddered, sucking as he humped as hard as he could. The two men found themselves rapidly approaching orgasm at the same time, and in almost perfect sync, they both exploded into their diapers, moaning and whimpering and shuddering as they fired thick ropes of semen into the front of their well used padding.
"You only get to cum when you've used your padding as much as this," said the voice, and hands began to pat their butts, emphasizing how they had soaked all the way to the back.
The two men collapsed, exhausted from the incredible climax they had both received. But then their heads began to clear a bit and they looked at themselves. Randy spit out his pacifier and Lou put his beanie back on.
"What the hell is going on?" asked Lou.
"I have no idea," said Randy, "But I just found myself outside in this diaper and didn't know why! Where the hell are my clothes?"
Randy then remembered he had undressed right in front of the trash can and thrown them out.
"Hey! What are you doing with my clothes?" asked Lou, as Randy began to dress in the clothes discarded by the playpen.
"I'm getting the hell out of here," said Randy. "There's something very wrong!"
"Oh no you don't" said Loy, climbing out of playpen and grabbing Randy by the collar. "I'm getting the hell out of here! Now give those back!" The two of them raised their fists, but were stopped by an invisible force.
"Ah ah ah! No fighting. Such naughty boys you are. I can see we have our work cut out for us. Not to worry, we're very patient..."
The two men found themselves floated onto their backs and their limbs held down once more.
"Cranky babies usually need a nap, a change, or some food. Why don't we do all three, just to be safe?"
The men lay there side by side, looking at each other as they were changed. A paranormal force had taken hold and was not letting them go.
"Look, boys! Look how many stickies you left in your diapers! You must really love your new lives..."
They both looked down and sure enough, their crotches were well glazed with the remnants of their last orgasms. It was irrefutable evidence that they had enjoyed themselves. And yet, it was quite embarrassing to do so without the usual privacy they might enjoy. As if reading their minds, the voice spoke up again.
"Oh, you'll have to get used to making stickies in front of others. There's no such thing as privacy for a baby, after all. Don't worry. You'll learn to be good babies soon enough. Maybe you won't even care who sees you enjoying yourselves as adorable infants."
They were wiped clean, the diapers rolled themselves up and floated to the diaper pail. Att he same time, the new diapers floated off of the huge stack of diapers, out of of the nursery, and wrapped themselves snugly around the two big babies, making sure that whatever came out of their peepees stayed where it belonged.
"Now it's time for num nums, little ones."
