And the Kink Goes On

Okay, real important stuff here. This chapter is about a more common than you may think Kink called Adult Babies (AB) or Diaper Babies (DB) and this is only about the KINK. I am not dealing with the very real psychosis known as Infantilism and all of its ramifications, so do not feel a need to flame me about it. I do know the difference and have made sure that you are warned.
+++++Again if you are easily squicked by this do not read this chapter. I have warned you +++++

Shichi: Brand Spanking New

Now, I don’t know how low I am willing to go, but after seeing the softer side of Kaiba Seto, I was just about ready to sell my soul for another visit.
I tried to stay aloof, but it was just such a rush. I mean I got to lie there being taken care of by a very submissive and generous version of the Ice Bitch, himself, and that isn’t something everyone gets.
I had trouble concentrating for the rest of the week and my friends were giving me strange looks, too.
Jou was the worst, and I found myself avoiding him.
He knew that I was sick, but I guess, my mother hadn’t told anyone that I was not at home. So, he kept bugging me. He had called and I hadn’t taken the phone. He had asked my mom if I needed company and she had told him to stay away cause it might be contagious.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think Jou was going through withdrawals from my lack of attention to him. And I wasn’t making it any better, but I just needed some space.
By Friday I had taken to hiding in the bathroom and I didn’t realize anyone had noticed.

Saturday rolled around finally and I was so relieved to get outta there. Jou didn’t find me before I headed off to work and that was one thing that finally went right.
I dropped off the two deliveries before Kaiba’s and headed to his house.
I was surprised when the butler led me up the stairs and told me to wait outside of the last door in a dark hallway.
I sat there for my regular twenty minutes and found myself still waiting ten minutes later.
I stood up and paced a little looking at the box on the chair and rechecking the delivery instructions.
No, it was definitely today, and I wasn’t all that early.
I picked the box up and sat down again.
Ten more minutes and I was looking down the hall and peering around the bend, only to find the place deserted.
I heard a noise and turned around to find the door I had been sitting outside of open, so I stepped through and looked around.
The room was dark, with heavy curtains and I couldn’t see much. I stepped farther in and found my arms held at my sides rather suddenly.
“I was beginning to worry about you this week. I was afraid that you had run back to school too soon.” The smooth voice of the CEO filled my ear.
“Why’d you think that?” I asked.
“You spent a lot of time in the facilities. Are you still sick, or do you have some other problem I don’t know about?” he asked, and I blushed at the implications.
“Nah, man. I was just kinda hiding there. Jou was givin me a hard time, so I was avoiding him.” I admitted.
“I see. The mutt was sniffing up your leg and you were afraid he’d reach your crotch. Okay, then. But I still think that you need some help. I have just what you are craving.” He said and his voice was like thick chocolate coating my ears.
I was ready for anything and when he finally released me, and took the box, I wasn’t surprised that he was dressed in a new and different way.
His clothing was simple, a pair of beige slacks and a white shirt. It was not tucked in and the top two buttons were undone. He had on house slippers and there was a small towel tucked into his belt. I felt the heat rise in my face when I considered what the towel could be for.
“Now, let’s just get you out of this.” He began as he put the box on the floor and pulled the jacket off of my back. I stood still and allowed his hands to do the work, and then he pushed me over to a padded table and had me sit.
It was odd that the table was very comfortable and I was still mostly dressed.
I was pressed back to lie on the pad and Kaiba pulled off my socks and shoes tossing them off to the right. Then, as I lay there, he unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt and began to strip me of them.
When I was completely naked he stood back a step and looked me over. I felt funny, but what was new in this house, huh?
“Now, to change you. Hold still.” He said as he opened the box and pulled out something.
I held still as he pulled the fabric up and began to shift it under me. I was beginning to get the idea and was one step away from mortification when I realized what I was being dressed in.
It was large, white and actually very soft.
“Hey, Kaiba. I don’t think I can . . . . .”
“Shh! Just relax and behave or Daddy will have to spank you.” Kaiba said and I just froze. I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the firm sound of him admonishing me, or the soft way he spoke of my possible punishment.
Kaiba clicked some kind of remote and the lights on the two sides of the room came on, bathing the area in a soft yellow glow. I looked around and noticed that this was no last minute idea. This room was fully furnished with a large crib, a rocking chair and a playpen. There was also the table I was lying on, that would probably be considered a changing table. I was now officially mortified.
In a matter of minutes he was finished and I was pulled into a seated position. The feeling of the layers of fabric on my butt were very odd indeed and then, Kaiba pulled out some new surprises.
By the time he was finished I was decked out in a pale blue shirt with a white bib, an extra thick diaper and some cute blue flannel booties. I glared at him when he suggested the beribboned bonnet, so he decided against it.
“Now, I’ll bet Baby is thirsty.” He said helping me off of the table and indicating a blanket nearby. I dropped onto it obediently, hoping this was not going to be the worst evening of my life.
Opening a small bar refrigerator under the changing table he pulled out a baby bottle and waved it before me. I rolled my eyes and put out my hand to take it, but he jerked it away.
“Ahh, ah. Come here.” He said as he sat in the rocking chair and indicated his lap. I cringed and he glared down at me. “Don’t make Daddy mad, Baby. Now, up.” And I crawled over and pulled myself up onto his bony knees.
Kaiba was not really that skinny; at least it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I suspected it would be. I was held and fed the bottle that was filled with sweet milk that tasted like a melted milkshake.
When I finished, he had me turn onto my knees so he could burp me. Okay, I did feel a need to burp but I wasn’t about to until the firm pats on my back made my stomach release the uncomfortable bubble of air.
I was about to die of embarrassment.
“Good baby. Hiroto-kun is a good baby.” Kaiba said, and a small part of me felt pretty neat, but the rest was totally embarrassed. Really.
“Now, you can either play for a little while or I can get you ready for bed. Let’s see. I think you can play in the pen while I get everything ready for your bath.” He said lifting me up and carrying me, you heard me, to the playpen. I would never have thought he could even lift me off the ground and here I was moving across the room and being deposited into the structure. I was sitting there amazed as he picked up a stuffed plushie of dark magician girl and waved it in front of my face.
I took it mechanically and he smiled at me. “Now, you play and stay right here. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Okay, I was totally freaked now. Kaiba said “Jiffy” and that was about the most I could take. I looked down at the toy and she seemed to be mocking me. It flew well as it made it all the way across the room.
I could get out of the pen easily, and I was just about to when I had this thought. Kaiba had done some pretty freaky stuff, so far. But, this was the first thing that had me uncomfortable to this extreme. Why? What was so bad about this, and not about the whole Visiting Nurse thing? Kaiba had dressed that way for me, I could do this for him.
Well, if I’m gonna be da baby, I’m gonna be a realistic baby, and watching my nephew for so long made me an expert.
I looked over at the doll across the room and my devious mind supplied me the answers.
I opened my mouth and let loose the most fearsome wail you could imagine.
Kaiba came through the door at breakneck speed and rushed to my side.
“Toy!” I cried and pointed to the lost doll. Kaiba stared at it and then turned to me. Realization filled his face and his smile turned feral.
“If you want it, don’t throw it. Bad baby.” He said, rising and walking over to the toy and picking it up. He returned to me and squatted next to the rails. “If you loose it again, you will have to do without. Now, be a good boy for Daddy.” And I found my next move.
“Dada.” I blurted out and Kaiba looked stunned. He patted my head and smirked at me.
“Yes, Daddy. Now, I’ll be back in a minute.” He again left the room. I looked around again and found a small toy drum in the corner of the pen and pulled it closer to me. Then I located the perfect tool to beat on it. A rattle that was sturdy enough to pound on the drum without breaking it. I even think my nephew had one of these.
I began my serenade by rapping the drum a few time and then I let loose.
The pounding was aided by the ratting of the stick and they combined to wake the dead. Kaiba returned immediately.
“Hey! Stop that. It’s not the time to play drums, Baby. Give that to Daddy. Come on, give it to me.” He said taking the rattle and reaching for the drum.
Now, my nephew was no push over and I was being my nephew so I held the drum tightly and waited to see what Kaiba would do.
“Mine!” I said, and his eyes went dark and narrow.
“Bad, Baby!” he said. “Daddy will have to punish you.” And I was pulled out of the pen and found myself, belly down over Kaiba’s knees with a hand pulling down the fabric of the diaper.
Uh, oh. I may have overdone it. I remember the way I felt when I had to paddle my own charge on a regular basis.
The slap of a hand on my exposed skin brought me out of my reverie as Kaiba landed a resounding blow to my ass and it sparked right up my back. Gods, he can land one when he wants to.
I was rewarded for staying still by only receiving once spank for my behavior and then settled on the same knee for some after spanking cuddles.
“So, will you be good now? I don’t want to have to spank my little boy, you know?” he cooed to me and I nodded in abject horror at being spanked.
Kaiba rose, lifting me along with him, and crossed to the table once more.
“I think your bath is ready, so let’s just take this off.” And the fabric was removed and put aside. I was relieved for a moment as Kaiba lifted me off the table and my position caused me to wrap my legs around him for support. We made our way to the adjoined bathroom and I found out the extent of this little scenario.
The bathroom was decorated with duckies. Ducky towels, ducky soaps, ducky dispensers and soap dishes. There were duckies on the curtains and pictures of duckies on the walls. And duckies floating in the huge bathtub. I rolled my eyes and tried to remain in character.
“Duckies!” I cried out and he lowered me into the water. It was warm but not too hot, and there were about seven different duckies floating nearby. I did my best not to sit on any of them as he reached for an apron and wrapped it around his body to keep his clothes dry. Fat chance, Richboy! I thought as I began to splash mercilessly at the ducky closest to me.
By the time he had managed to rub me down with a ducky washcloth foamed up from the ducky soap, he was fairly drenched and I was smiling, wickedly.
“Next time, I will just have to bathe with you.” He said, and my mind latched onto the whole next time thing. Nothing we had done had been repeated as yet, but this could be his personal exception and I had only gotten sick once.
Okay, so now that I was cleaned up, ‘Daddy’ lifted me out of the tub and wrapped me in a duckie towel and carried me back to the other room, to redress me in the diaper and baby things.
He laid me on the table and slowly dried me off. I was aware immediately that this changing was different from the last as he lingered while drying my legs and hips and then seemed to caress my groin with the towel.
When I was dry enough, he pulled the towel away and slid the diaper under me. This is when it got real different, as if it hadn’t been before, and he reached for some powder and slowly shook it over me. It sifted out and landed like a flurry of snow and the smell was nothing like the baby powder my nephew had. It was earthy and erotic and I could feel it tickle my nose as he put it down next to my head and some of it puffed out the top.
“Can’t have you getting a rash,” Daddy said, his voice low and throaty.
“Mmm, mm.” I agreed as he lifted a tube of cream and squeezed some onto his hand and began to rub it over me.
His fingers spread it up my hardening dick and over the tip, gently swirling it around the head and then back down. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed it into my balls with firm even caresses and then shifted behind them.
The warm goo was scented the same as the powder and as he squeezed out some more, I recognized it as his favorite cologne, Chrome I think it was called.
Now I felt him moving deeper and I automatically pulled my legs up to allow his access to my ass and wondered just what he had in store for me tonight.
The gel was warming up again as he pressed in and coated the muscles generously with it. I willed myself to relax as he added another finger and began to move them around.
It was the feeling of the fingers in me and the soft fabric under me that made it so strange as the two worlds collided.
I found my hand had gravitated toward my erection when Daddy slapped it away.
“No no, Baby.” He scolded pulling his fingers out and reaching into a drawer to find a pair of what looked like fingerless mittens that matched those booties, which he found and returned to my feet. The mittens effectively rendered my hands unusable and Daddy returned to his earlier activities.
I couldn’t hold onto my hard-on, or the pad under me for that matter and he was busy with my ass so I did the only thing left, I whimpered and even started to cry. He looked up and shook his head.
“Daddy will take care of it, Baby. Just be patient.” He said as his other hand moved up to my untended erection and stroked it lightly.
“Oh, Daddy.” I moaned out and his strokes got faster and firmer. I was rocking along with the hands on me and in me when he suddenly stopped. “Daddy?” I asked and he smiled.
“Does Baby want to sleep with Daddy tonight?” he asked and I nodded vigorously so he pulled the diaper in place and began slipping a sleeper over my legs. I was in need and he was up to something.
“Owie.” I cried and he looked at me oddly.
“I know, Baby. Daddy will take care of everything. Just come to me.” He said putting his hands out to me and I climbed into his arms.
He carried me across the room and my hard penis was pressed against his hip, each step shifting it against the diaper and sending a charge up to my brain.
I was nearly incoherent by the time we entered a bedroom and he slid me onto the bed.
It was huge, bigger than king and covered in a velvet bedspread and under that felt crinkly like it was lined with plastic or vinyl.
I lay back at his coaxing and waited as he pulled the covers down and rolled me onto the open sheets. Then he stripped out of his shirt and dropped his pants to the floor. Once in a pair of pale green boxers he climbed in next to me and pulled me closer.
I wrapped my arms around his middle as he dipped his lips to mine and kissed me deeply.
Kaiba hadn’t kissed me before, and I was surprised by it. But that didn’t stop me from opening my lips and letting his wandering tongue come right in.
A lifetime of kissing or maybe just a few minutes, I wasn’t sure, later, I felt the invasion of a hand into the fabric that covered me. He held tightly to me and squeezed the tip, curling his fingers around it and rolling up and down its length.
“Good Baby.” He whispered and I rocked into his hand, enjoying the loving caress of it after so many rushed and slightly painful encounters.
Kaiba was never cruel really, but up till now it felt like raw sex and this felt loving and more like he cared for me, not just getting off or seeing me do it.
My body was moving along with his hand and I would have been in heaven, except I was becoming uncomfortable for a different reason.
“Un, Daddy, I need to . . . . .” I began and a finger covered my lips.
“Does Baby want something?” he said, and I remembered my part. I couldn’t tell him, in words.
I nodded and wiggled in his hand. I couldn’t think of a way that a baby would say this, then it hit me like a ton of rocks. Babies didn’t say this. That was what the diaper was for. Mortification once more.
Gods, how far was he willing to take this and was I ready to go to the extreme.
Daddy was watching me with an eager look and I realized that he played for real. All the way extreme and knew exactly what my need was. I rolled my eyes back before closing them and trying to relax enough for this one.
I had never done this with someone else’s hand on me so it was not the easiest thing to accomplish but finally a warm stream escaped and filled the front of the cloth over it.
When I opened my eyes I saw a pleased look fill the face of my ‘Daddy’ and his hand didn’t move until I was empty and the diaper was full.
“Oh, did Baby need to pee pee? Let me just change that.” He said as he rose and began removing the soiled clothes.
I tried not to be completely humiliated and lay back while he cleaned me up and stripped off the wet sheet. I began to wonder why he didn’t use disposables or at least plastic pants for protection, but I guess the covered mattress worked for him.
When he finished I was pulled close once more, without a diaper or sleeper and a hand stroked me back to the hardness that had been lost in the embarrassing moment and Daddy was praising me again.
“My good boy. You are the best baby. Hiroto-chan still has an owie. Does he need Daddy to make it better?” he asked and I nodded mutely. “Daddy is so happy with his baby he will do whatever Hiroto-chan wants in the morning.” And he stroked me firmly while I lost track of time and space once again.
I smelled the cologne again as Daddy put some more gel on his hands and rubbed it over me once more, paying close attention to my already loosened muscles and sensitive tip.
I was loosing coherence again when he shifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist so that I was straddling him and holding myself up on my mitten covered hands.
“Relax, Baby. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” He said as he held my hips and slowly lowered me over his own gel-slicked organ.
I hissed only when the head passed through and then released a breath as he rolled up into me, filling me completely.
I stayed like that for a minute before I needed to feel him moving within me and I rose on my hands and knees to feel him slide almost out before I dropped down on top of him. When he pushed up to meet my drop I felt the rub of his cock against my prostate and growled out a message of happiness as best I could in my hazy state.
He smiled up at me and pushed up rolling us over and landing me flat on my back as he shoved deeply again.
In no time he was rocking in and out thrusting hard and making wonderful sounds that had me panting in arousal.
I couldn’t stand it but my hands were still confined and try as I might, I couldn’t get the damn mittens off.
Daddy laughed lightly before shifting onto one arm and reaching for my forgotten (not by me) erection and pumping it in conjunction with his moving hips.
I bucked into his hand and was rewarded by his dick hitting me just right and the two sensations drove me over the top and Kaiba-daddy thrust hard a few more times before calling out a quick, “Oh, god. Good BABY!” and jerking spasmodically in my rear.
Then, he sank down next to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. “Good baby.” He repeated as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke an hour later to find myself re-diapered and Kaiba was sitting up with his cell phone in his hand.
“Call your house, I think you need to stay over. It’s very late, you know?” and I took the phone.
Can’t leave a play until the final curtain drops, and all that.

:::And this will finish up in the next chapter.
One hint* the next chapter is called A Fist Full of Fuzzy
Now, I am still going on, so I welcome any thoughts about what I am leaving out.
Tell me your ideas and I will try to incorporate them, but I also want to know if you hate this and stuff.
Then after that chapter, I think we should get back to some toys and stuff
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