Chapter 3: My Dream Come Half True
I was ecstatic to say the least. After being fed a bottle of milk, I was now sitting down in a diaper and oneise. I felt amazing! I looked up at Terri, and she looked down at me. I felt a warm feeling in my lower stomach, and smiled. I was… happy for once.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad, but he never made me feel like I was ‘loved’. He gave me a roof over my head and food to eat, but emotionally I was really on my own. My mom was nice to me, but I still felt like something was missing. We never went to a place a ‘normal’ family would go for dinner. My dad had ‘expensive taste’, and any place without a wine list and a French or Italian theme wasn’t good enough. But right now, I was in a place of sheer ecstasy. I didn’t need, or even want to be wealthy; rich; on my own or anything like that! I was living in the moment; something I never ever did.
Nick walked back in the room, and looked down at me. I looked back at him blushed a little. He just smiled and chuckled lightly. “Terri, how did you push this one out? You must have a- ” Terri bonked him on the head with her palm before he could finish his sentence. “Ow! What was that for?” He asked, rubbing his forehead. “No bad words in front of the baby!” She reprimanded. She looked back at me and gave me a wink. I blushed more. She just smiled again. They simply stood for a moment while I sat there. It was that type of awkward silence that nobody likes but everyone has experienced. Nick broke that silence at last. “Hey, Tristian! Do you want to play some video games or something?”
I curtsied, and nodded. “Yeah, sure!”
He went over to the couch and sat down. He picked up a remote control and turned on the television. It was a big TV, at least 35 inches, though it was an older model. It wasn’t an LCD; plasma screen; or anything like that, just a really big older TV. The color wasn’t really faded; it just felt like it could use a splash of color.
I crawled over to the couch and climbed up. It was a little troublesome, but I didn’t really WANT to stand. Terri reached into her pocket and pulled out my pacifier, popping it in my mouth. As I started to suckle, she left the room. When she reached the door, she looked back to announce “Dinner will be done in about an hour.”
I looked at a clock hanging on the wall. I read the clock, and concluded it was about 6:22 PM. I was a little surprised it was such a short time since I had been kidnapped, but I let the thought fade to the back of my mind. I felt odd sitting next to a strange man whilst in a bright blue onesie and diaper, with a pacifier in my mouth. Though none the less, I leaned back and relaxed as much as possible. Nick changed the channel to a blue screen, and then reached to his right, grabbing two controllers from a small side table next to the couch. He handed me one, and he started up the console.
It was about fifteen minutes to dinner, and we were still gaming together. I realized that I had to pee. It felt odd; I hadn’t worn a diaper since I was two and hadn’t wet my pants since I was three. I’d never done it on purpose either. I relaxed my bladder, but to no avail. I decided to try and push it out, and once I did, the floodgates opened. I didn’t need to push anymore, and I naturally soaked my diaper. It felt good and I poked the front of my diaper a little, noticing that it got seemingly thicker from being wet.
Pausing the game, Nick looked over to me. He smiled a little, and then resumed the game, continuing our onslaught against alien hordes. Plasma bolts whizzed past my character’s head, but it felt so good to just run up and stab the alien in the eye socket. A bit sadistic, and a tad violent, but sometimes venting your anger can be a good thing. I did have a lot of pent up anger from school and about how I was kidnapped. If Nick and Terri would have come to my house and given me that offer, I would have just gone with them. No violence; no harm; no screaming or kicking; just a simple walk to their car or van, and a nice drive to their house.
It was soon time for dinner. Terri came in and Nick paused the game, he stood and began heading for the door. I tried to stand straight but even with all my might, I could not, for the life of me, stand up without my legs being spread apart. I tried to walk as best I could, but it didn’t work out so well. As I waddled in vain behind Nick, I slipped and fell on my stomach. Nick whipped around and picked me up. I was surprised by his strength. One part of me wanted to cry but another part of me wanted to start cursing the floor as much as I could. I found a compromise between the two opposing ideas. My eyes welled up with tears and I rubbed my frontal areas that took the impact.
“Stupid floor…” I muttered. Nick laughed a little at this, and continued carrying me down a hallway. We arrived in a dining room. It wasn’t big, really. It had a table that would seat four or five people. It was directly connected to the kitchen and what I now assumed was the living room. That other room must have been an entertainment room. I was put onto a normal seat. I saw chicken nuggets and French fries in front of me. Without saying a word, I began to dig in. I rarely ever had chicken nuggets and fries; to me it was a delicacy! My messy eating caused both Nick and Terri to laugh. They too ate their dinner, and when all was said and eaten, Terri cleaned off my face with a wet wipe.
“Next time, remind me to put a bib on you!” She laughed as I smiled.
After cleaning me off some more, I was told to go and sit on the couch in the living room. I hopped off my chair and crawled over to the couch. I climbed up onto the couch and sat up, leaning against the fluffy arm of it. It was a nice, velvety feeling couch. It was soft and tan, complimenting the room; though in particular, the lamp. It was a torch lamp, my favorite kind.
After I was most definitely comfy, Terri sat next to me. She slung her arm around me and leaned back. I have no idea why, but at that moment when she did, I leaned back into her and began sucking my thumb, since I’d left my pacifier at the table.
Nick, after putting all the dishes in the sink, then leaned over and turned on the DVD player. He put in a movie, and sat down next to Terri. He kissed her on the cheek. “Love you baby.” He said softly, “Love you too.” Terri replied happily.
The movie’s title screen came on. Before starting it though, Nick looked over at me. “Want a drink sport?” He asked. “Wes pwea- I mean, yes please.” I said, correcting my babyish talk. I blushed and forced a small laugh.
Nick got up from the couch, and walked over to the kitchen. Terri began to stroke my hair. I liked to call my hair my ‘weak spot’ because when you stroked my hair, I was basically your slave. As she stroked, I closed my eyes.
Nick came back, handing the bottle to Terri. She scooted over so I could put my head on her lap again. I curtsied, placing my head on her lap. She took the silicone nipple of the bottle, and put it in my mouth; continuing to use her free hand in order to stroke my hair. I noticed it was chocolate milk, warmed to perfection. I rarely had chocolate milk let alone hot chocolate, unless it was Christmas Eve or something like that. It was a rare treat I got to enjoy. I suckled happily, and smiled a bit through my bottle. Terri looked down at me.
“Baby like his baba, doesn’t he?” She cooed. I blushed profusely, but kept drinking. I heard the movie start, but I didn’t really care. I was happy having my little treat, and it felt so good to have someone care for me for once. It was great to have a feeling of security. It was what I always wanted.
There is an old saying, “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” But that doesn’t mean what you had had been great, or even good. At times, what you have might be nothing or something you don’t want. And even worse still, it might have been something that actually hurt you more then it helped. I fell asleep shortly after finishing my bottle.
Miles upon miles away, my father John C. Hawk was busy recounting the day’s previous events…