Helping My Own Kidnappers
HELPING MY OWN KIDNAPPERS
I woke up in a daze. I had no idea where I was. Gaining some focus, I found myself looking at a nursery that looks as though it were designed with an adult in mind. I also found I was looking at the nursery through an adult sized crib.
I would have yelled for help had I not also found a pacifier strapped into my mouth. I would have taken it off, but my hands were bound to the bars of the crib, my feet the same.
I then took a good look at myself, and I freaked out. I had been put in a onesie that was exactly my size. It was blue and had "Mommy's Little Man" stitched on the front. The thing even had crotch snaps. I also seemed to have an adult sized diaper on, if the bulge under the onesie was anything to go by.
I lost it. I started desperately trying to remove myself. All I did do however was alert my kidnappers that I was awake. In walked a man and a woman. The man I did not recognize. He was larger than me and looked by far stronger. The woman however, I remembered.
I had been walking down 8th street when this stunning woman got out of the passenger side seat and walked up to me, holding a map. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties. She told me that her and her husband were lost.
They asked if I could possibly point them in the right direction. I knew what they were looking for, so I turned to point out directions and the next thing I knew I was hit in the back of the head. I then woke in the position I now found myself.
"Hi sweetie! I'm your new mommy!" said the woman in the tone of voice one would use when talking to a real baby. I tried to talk, but my words were muffled by the pacifier. Hearing this, the woman reached through the crib bars and took the pacifier out.
"Now then, what did you need to tell mama?" she asked, once again speaking to me as though I was a baby. I just glared at her.
"Who are you and why are you doing this to me?" I asked calmly. I didn't know these people and didn't want to set them off.
"Well sweetie, I'm Sarah and this is my husband Jack, and we are your new mommy and daddy. You see, after mommy and daddy had their first baby, there were some...complications, making it so we couldn't have another.
And then our little boy boy died a week or so after we brought him home. We tried adoption, but something would always go wrong, the paperwork wouldn't go through, the birth parents decided they wanted their babies, you know."
"Eventually, we decided on an...alternative form of adoption. That's where you come in honey. We want you to be our darling baby boy from now on." I was floored. And now that she had told me, I found myself feeling bad for them. I couldn't run away knowing that. Sarah was low telling me that sob story.
"I would like to let you out of the crib now, but only if you promise not to run away." said Sarah. I hesitantly agreed. I had no idea how much easier it would have been just laying in the crib all day.
Sarah quickly untied me from the crib and lifted me out. I was surprised. I may have been light for being 16, but to pick me up and carry me like a baby was no small feat, especially for this woman.
She carried me down some stairs and into a kitchen where I was placed in an adult sized highchair and hooked in. I had no idea where Jack went, but at this point I didn't care, as I saw Sarah take out several jars of baby food and bring them over to me, sitting them on the tray of my highchair.
She put a bib on me with a teddy bear on the front, and began spoon-feeding me, purposely missing a few times to make my face a mess. The food itself was utterly horrible. When I finished it was the biggest relief I'd ever felt.
It didn't last however as I was carried into the living room of their home and she sat me in an adult sized baby swing, before turning the TV on Barney and heading back into the kitchen. I couldn't see what she was doing but eventually heard the microwave beep and she came back out carrying a baby bottle filled with what looked like milk.
She picked me out of my seat and sat down on the couch, laying me across her lap. She stuck the nipple in my mouth and told me to "Drink up for mama." I began to drink but the taste was horrible. She wouldn't remove the nipple, so I couldn't ask what it was.
She made me drink all of the nasty liquid, and before I could say anything, she had thrown a towel over her shoulder before doing the same to me. Standing up, she bounced me up and down while patting my back. I knew what she was doing, but it wasn't going to work. Or at least that's what I thought before I let out a burp and even spit up on the towel.
Sarah just carried me around while commenting on how I was such a good baby and how happy she was to be a mother again. Jack suddenly came downstairs wearing a business suit and looking as though he had just come out of the shower. He was off to work, and gave Sarah AND me a kiss before leaving me alone with the more than likely crazy woman who wanted me to be her baby.
I suddenly began to feel a familiar feeling that meant I had to go to the bathroom. I told Sarah, but she acted as though she could not hear me. I tried to hold it in, but couldn't as I exploded with both pee and poop in my diaper, which I was now very glad I was wearing, and also very glad didn't leak.
Sarah either smelled it, or could tell based on my large fart. She just patted my bottom, telling me that a she'll change me this time, but that babies know how to tell other's they need changed or fed. I couldn't believe this. Not only did she want to treat me as a baby, she wanted me to act like one and cry when something was needed.
As she carried me to the nursery, I started squirming. As much as I wanted out of this dirty diaper, there was no way I was submitting to this woman changing me. My struggling got me no where as I was put on the changing table and strapped down.
She unsnapped the crotch of my onesie and revealed my diaper. I got a look at it and saw that it looked exactly like a baby diaper, complete with cute designs. She undid the tapes and I once again was shocked at the fact that all my pubic hair was gone, like it had been shaved off. Knowing these people, they probably did.
She cleaned me with some baby wipes and put the used diaper into a diaper pail. She then took out another diaper and sprinkled baby powder all over my butt and privates before placing the new diaper on my and taping it securely.
She then refastened the crotch snaps and carried me back down the stairs. She once again fastened me into the baby swing and flipped on baby cartoons while she went around the house doing who knows what.
Eventually I found myself getting hungry, and despite the fact that all I would get was more than likely a bottle of formula and that nasty baby food, I decided I could eat it with how hungry I was. It wasn't filling food and it went right through me, so it looked like I would be hungry a lot more often than normal.
So, remembering what she told me, I began to cry like a baby would. She heard me and came rushing over. She lifted me out of the swing and bounced me, making soothing noises. She smelled me to see if I had maybe gone again, but found I hadn't. She must have realized I was hungry, because we began walking to the kitchen. She didn't stop there however and proceeded upstairs to the nursery where she sat down in a rocking chair.
She lifted her shirt and undid her bra and I was suddenly regretting my crying. I soon found myself drinking the woman's breastmilk, all the while she hummed a song to me. The taste was nasty, but it seemed to fill me up faster than
the other food had.
As I nursed, I found myself growing tired. She must have realized this because she let stop nursing and brought me over to the crib. She tied my hands and feet back up, but this time left the pacifier on the table. As I fell asleep, I felt her put a blanket over me, kiss my forehead, and tell me to have a nice nap. Then all was black.
Part two coming soon
Written By: Baby Chris
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