Brandon had worked hard to become a Daddy. It wasnât like he could just take in any little boy, he had to find just the right one. It took months, chatting with ABs on the forum, looking for a boy with the right look, the right personality and the willingness to totally submit to Daddy.Â
Brandon wanted to be totally in charge, to have absolute control over his little one. The idea of so totally dominating a grown man, rendering him absolutely helpless, was what excited him most of all. Of course that would require more than just roleplaying. No, he needed his little boy to really be helpless, mentally infantile. Â
To that end he also chatted with some other Daddies. These were men like him, who wanted to take charge. One of them, a man the screen-name MasterDaddy24, had developed a programme to help him reduce his baby boy to true little tot mentality. He sold it to him in the form of a phone app. He only needed to show it to his special little guy and heâd be putty in his hands.Â
A couple weeks later he made contact with a Little named Rob, a twenty-something whoâs pictures were perfect and who had exactly the attitude and desires Brandon was looking for. Rob wanted to be a one-year old baby boy, totally dependent on his Daddy for his every need. Â They chatted for hours at a time for a couple weeks, then Brandon made his move, asking for a meet up. Rob was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed.Â
Two weeks later Brandon drove over to Robâs house, trembling with anticipation. Rob answered the door looking just as nervous as Brandon felt.Â
âHi there,â he mumbled meekly.Â
âHey there buddy,â Brandon answered, putting on his best daddy voice. âHow you doing?âÂ
âA little nervous,â Rob admitted.Â
Brandon reached out and put his hand on the manâs shoulder. âThereâs noting to be afraid about. Daddyâs here now,â he said confidently.Â
Rob looked like he might cry for a second, then lurched forward and embraced Brandon in a tight hug right there on the front steps. Brandon was surprised but equally delighted and quickly embraced Rob right back. Â
âYouâre a cuddly boy, huh?â he cooed.Â
âYes Daddy,â Rob whispered.Â
âGood boy. Letâs go inside now,â Brandon suggested.Â
Rob nodded and let go, leading Brandon into the house. It was clear heâd already set it up for what he expected to be a quick play date. There were toys on the carpet, a changing pad laid out with a diaper bag next to it. Â
âYou want to get padded right now?â Brandon asked.Â
Rob bit his lip nervously, clearly not quite ready to be stripped naked and diapered quite yet. So Brandon changed tack and said, âMaybe we should sit down and talk a bit first.â Â
Rob nodded eagerly now. âYeah, that sounds good.âÂ
They sat on his couch and Brandon decided that there was no point dragging this out. Either the app would work and this was going to be a life-changing day, or it didnât and he would have a nice play date and head home. Â The suspense was killing him too much to wait longer. He got out his phone.Â
âI have something that might help you get into character a bit,â he suggested. âCan I show it to you?âÂ
Rob looked a little nervous but nodded. âUm, okay I guess.âÂ
Brandon smiled and tapped the icon on his phone, careful not to look himself as it opened. He had never tested it before of course. It wasnât like he could try it out on himself. He could only cross his fingers and hope. Â
âJust look at the screen and let yourself relax,â he urged Rob. âI promise it will feel very nice.âÂ
Rob nodded and looked carefully at the phone as Brandon held it facing him. Rob blinked and Brandon looked closely at the manâs face, looking for his eyes to get all glassy and distant, or for his facial muscles to relax, maybe for his shoulders to slump.Â
But nothing happened. Shit, he thought, it was a dud. And sure enough Rob shrugged and looked back up, eyes still focused. âWhatâs it supposed to do?â he asked.Â
âNothing, I guess,â Brandon sighed, turning the phone around and looking at the screen himself.Â
It was a scramble of colours, like a kaleidoscope. And as he looked at them, very, very quickly he felt drawn in, felt the colours becoming his whole world. His mouth dropped open, his shoulders slumped and he forgot where he even was until he felt a hand settle on his shoulder.Â
âThatâs a good boy,â said a kind, gentle voice. âJust watch the colours, look so deep into them. Youâre doing a wonderful job.âÂ
Brandon did as he was told, he had to. He felt more and more relaxed. All that worry and tension just floated away. He smiled lazily, his eyes going empty and glazed over. Â
âIâm sorry about the trick,â Robâs voice reached him, sounding distant.  âIâm afraid the programme doesnât work on me since I designed it. Iâm MasterDaddy24 you see.âÂ
Deep inside Brandon registered that heâd been tricked, that he was in very deep trouble. But he didnât move, he couldnât. It was like his mind and body were disconnected.Â
âWeâre very alike, you and I. I realised that early on in our chats. You wanted the same things in a baby boy that I did, with one exception. I didnât want a willing Adult Baby to volunteer for it. Thatâs no fun at all. No, this, this is what Iâve always dreamed of. And I must thank you for making it possible.âÂ
Brandon wanted to scream, to panic, to fight back. But his heart-rate stayed low, his body calm, eyes glassy and focused only on the phone. He knew what Rob was saying though, he wanted a permanent, mentally regressed baby-man. He was going to wipe his brain of adult intellect, turn his mind to mush. And there wasnât a thing he could do to stop it.Â
âWell, thereâs no reason to delay any longer,â Rob whispered, reaching out and taking the phone from Brandonâs hand.Â
The colours slipped away and Brandon found the will to at least blink, to look up and see Rob smiling at him. He was coming back to himself, he was going to be able to move in a second and then heâd run.Â
âDeep sleep,â Rob ordered.Â
The world went black and the last thing Brandon was aware of was all his muscles relaxing, his body crumpling to the floor like a rag doll.Â
Brandon awoke lying on a soft bed. His adult clothes were long gone, his jeans and t-shirt stripped away, his shoes and socks likely packed away in a box, not to be needed again. Instead he was dressed only in a simple babyâs onesie, a truck design on the front, a bulge around his groin where the onesie just fit over the very thick diapers he was wearing.Â
Brandon blinked and gazed around the room, taking in the crib on the other side, the big mobile dangling above it. He bit down on the rubber teat in his mouth, looking cross-eyed at the adult-sized pacifier between his lips.Â
He smiled. The binkie bobbed back and forth as he began to suckle on it. It felt nice, it felt natural, normal. His body squirmed on the bed, his long bare legs wagging back and forth. He caught sight of his bare feet. He gazed at them with curiosity, grabbing at them, pulling at his toes. He was enraptured by them, amazed by how they wiggled. If he didnât have his lovely bink to suck on heâd surely try to taste those tootsies.Â
The door opened and Brandon instantly recognised Daddy walking into the room. He beamed up at his beloved caregiver, yanking at his toes and cooing pleasantly around his pacifier. He had no words in his head, nothing but pleasant images, no ability to communicate except by smiles and coos. But he was ever so happy. Â And he just knew Daddy would keep him that way forever and ever.Â