BabyStar [Mature Content]

[Boogeyman]

Am I the only person here with decency?

[TheFoxxehAssassin]

Originally Posted by NARU

Am I the only person here with decency?

If you don't like it, don't read it. It has a Mature Content warning.

[LittleAdam]

Very good woof. Keep it up!

[Laram]

Ack! I Hope Its Not As Long A Wait As Last Time...

[satyrical]

Originally Posted by Laram5

Ack! I Hope Its Not As Long A Wait As Last Time...

Would end of the week work for you?

[tdlrfootedpjs]

So far the story is written really well, and you know just when to but in the cliff hanger. I will definately be watching for the next chapter.

[Laram]

Originally Posted by woof

Would end of the week work for you?

Perfectly, I Can Read It On The Weekend. (Its Usually The Only Time I Can Get On.) :P

[satyrical]

A quick break from exams results in part 4. As always, I love getting comments. It gives me motivation to write more.


The brightness of the room woke Skylar up, and he immediately jumped in surprise at being surrounded by bars. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was- locked in a cage/crib, inside a nursery, wearing a wet diaper. His bladder was full again, and Skylar knew there was no use in holding it in. He'd probably damaged his bladder enough during the night. Sighing sadly, Skylar relaxed and sent a steady stream into his diaper for about half a minute. His diaper held all of it, though it was now big, bulky and heavy, and the skin in the area was wet and itchy. Skylar hoped Ms. Rosen would change it soon.

Light was coming in from behind the window blinds, but all Skylar knew was that the sun was up. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been asleep for. He looked at his wrist and then remembered that his digital watch had been taken from him, and Ms. Rosen had told him that time would not matter. She was in control. She was his "mommy." The thought terrified him. She was insane- insane wasn't even the right word. She was beyond that. And she seemed willing to do anything to him so that the people watching him would enjoy it.

Skylar grabbed the crib's bars and shook them. They didn't budge. No surprise there. He looked through the bars, up at one of the web-cameras that hung from the ceiling. They were watching him right now, probably getting a kick out of seeing him struggle. What kind of sick-minded people were they? Enjoying seeing a teenage boy wearing diapers and acting like a baby? That had to be the most disgusting thing Skylar had ever heard of. "Ooh ahhh-oles!" he shouted through his pacifier-gag. He stuck his hand out of the crib and raised his middle finger up at the camera. There, let's see a baby do that, he thought. He pulled away from the bars and laid back down on the mattress. His waist-area was very uncomfortable, and the locking plastic pants prevented him from giving it any relief. He looked at the changing table, where a stack of diapers stood. He couldn't wait to get a clean one on. And there were plenty there- Ms. Rosen could change him every time he wet himself. He relaxed. Wearing diapers would not be so bad, he told himself. They may feel a bit weird, but they'd be no different than a toilet, aside from maybe a few minutes of discomfort before a changing. That would be fine.

A gurlging noise came from Skylar's stomach. His bowels wanted release. Skylar sat up. No way... there was no way he was going to make that kind of mess in his diapers. That'd be disgusting. And to have to sit in it and wear it, even for a few seconds, would be torture. Skylar was past the age when body fluids and excrement were cool. They were gross and terrifying. That's why he liked toilets so much- they immediately flushed it all down. Whereas his diaper was keeping it all locked against his skin. Skylar tried not to think about it. He needed a change. As soon as Ms. Rosen entered the room he'd ask her for one- and to use the potty (he'd settle for that) for his bowels. He'd call her "mommy." She'd surely agree.

As if on cue, the door opened and Ms. Rosen entered, carrying a plastic bag with her. "Good morning, my wittle baby boy!" she said enthusiastically in her baby-talk voice. "Did my little baby boy enjoy is sleepy-weepy? I know he used his diapey a lot last night, like what a good baby does!"

Skylar cringed at the baby talk and reference to his wet diaper. It was humiliating. He tried to say something in response, but the pacifier stopped him.

Ms. Rosen twirled the padlock on the crib and removed it, then opened the top. She reached into her bag. "First things first, I understand my little baby did some very naughty things a few minutes ago." She pulled out a pair of mittens- big, baby-blue ones- that were attached by a piece of yarn. "Making those hand gestures to the nice people watching you over the camera- what a bad baby! These mittens should stop you from doing that!" She grabbed his left hand and slid one of the mittens on, then tightened the cord around his wrist. She did the same with his right hand. "There we go. We'll keep those on all day, so that my little baby knows not to make anymore grown-up signs with his fingers." She reached behind his head and undid the strap that held his pacifier in his mouth. "Now, did my little baby suck on his paci as many times as he should have?"

Skylar, still trying to get used to the mittens, and the fact that his hands could not be more than three feet apart due to the yarn, remembered about the pacifier. How many times had he sucked it? Had he done it during his sleep? He hoped he had.

"Let's see... oh dear, over 5,000 sucks left," Ms. Rosen said, sounding disappointed, as she removed the pacifier from Skylar's mouth. "Looks like my baby needs to do more sucking next time. And, because he didn't fulfill the goal, he's going to be punished." She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle, and then handed it to him. He managed to grasp it- barely- in his mittens. He knew what to do- he put it in his mouth and drank it down. The taste surprised him- it was sweet and warm. He was done it in less than a minute.

"Thanks mommy," he said, handing the bottle back to her.

"Oh, you called me 'mommy!'" Ms. Rosen said happily. "That's a good baby. Now, let's get you to breakfast."

"Wait mommy," Skylar said, trying to sound like a little kid. "I- uh, baby- needs his diaper changed. And to go potty."

Ms. Rosen laughed. "Well, baby will certainly not be going potty! That's why he's wearing diapers- for all of his business!"

"All?" Skylar repeated.

"Of course, baby does have his two 'parts' covered by his big diaper!" Ms. Rosen said. "But I bet baby is all cold and wet, so of course I will change his diaper!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out the Blackberry device. She typed on it, and then pointed to the TV screen in the room. A new box appeared in the bottom-right corner: "Time Until Next Diaper Changed: 00:59:59." One hour. Skylar tried to hold back tears again. He'd already cried so much, and being stuck in this diaper just made him want to do it again.

"Now, my little one, today you're going to be a one-year-old baby," Ms. Rosen said. "So that means you have to crawl everywhere, and you must talk like a baby. Failure to do either of these will result in more punishment." She pointed at the screen again. His age box read "One-year-old baby", while his Punishment Level was at 2 and his Bottle Count at 9.

Ms. Rosen reached down and picked Skylar up. She lifted him out of the crib and put him on the ground. "Follow me, little baby, it's breakfast time!"

She walked out of the room, and Skylar crawled after her, fully aware of his wet diaper, mitten-clad hands, and everything else that made up this living nightmare.

* * *

FBI Cyber Criminal Agent Trent Mathias walked into one of the agency's many computer labs. The forty-year-old looked around the room before spotting Kyle Parker, a fellow agent, sitting in front of multiple screens. He walked over. "Kyle, what have you got for me?" he asked.

Kyle kept his head focussed on the screens. "This is... this is sick," he muttered.

"What is it?"

"These are the files from the computers we got from the raid on the house of the child pornographer in Florida." Kyle clicked around and a dozen pictures appeared on the screens. "Take a look at these. I've never seen anything like it."

Trent found himself looking at pictures of boys, all thin, all white, all around ages 8-13, in babyish situations. Some of them were posing for the camera against a white backdrop, while others were lying down in cribs or sitting in playpens. Every single one of them were wearing just a diaper. Some of their diapers had clearly been used. "What the f-"

"We don't know where these pictures come from or where they were taken," Kyle said, his voice shaky. "And there's thousands of them, with the same theme- boys dressed up and treated like babies. Some of them are much worse than this. I'd show you, but I can't stomach it myself."

"Describe it to me." Trent knew it was his job, but child porn was something he hated to ever deal with.

"Time lapse photography. Picture taken every five minutes. Boys chained up, force fed bottles, left there for a full day."

"Mother of..."

"Then there's this," Kyle said, clicking on the mouse. A website was brought up. "Welcome to the newest method of child porn- live streaming."

"BabyStar?" Trent asked reading the website's title. A video appeared in the middle of the screen. It showed a nursery with a large metal crib in the middle, with a woman standing over it. She reached in and pulled an older boy- who looked to be around 12 or 13- out of it, then set him on the ground. The boy was wearing just a diaper, plus mittens on his hands. Trent shook his head in amazement. "This... this is live?"

"Went live yesterday afternoon," Kyle said. "The pedo had bookmarked it. The boy's being held against his will, we're sure of that."

"This is illegal regardless of if he wants to do it or not," Trent said. "Can you tell where this is coming from?"

"I wish," Kyle said. "Its transmitting over various servers that keep changing- to protect it, I'm sure- so I can't pinpoint the location. Yet."

Trent nodded. "Well, get on that. I'm going to call a meeting. This video, and this boy, are now our number one priority." He grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number. While the phone was ringing, he looked at the screen and pointed at the woman who was torturing the poor boy. "You are going down," he growled, "bitch."

[lostwinds]

Yeaa finally he going to be rescues from the house.

[Boogeyman]

Yeah... Now we have to wait a few hundred chapters for the plot device to kick in...