A baby monitor was mounted on your crib, and you could only stand there and watch daddy mount it.
It wasnt just a normal monitor, it was a 4K video camera with a mic, that sends a live feed to daddys laptop and cellphone. He said he wants to watch you everywhere he is, especially during naps and bedtimes. He wanted to make sure you are a good boy, always.It took you so much time to get used to your new life.
The diapers, the clothes, the toys, the nursery.Slowly but surely, with daddys help, you became incontinent and dependent on diapers.
Regression got a hold of you, and you grow attached to your stuffed animals, which you took everywhere, even to your dreams. To satisfy your infantile needs, a pacifier became a great relief for you.
During the first week after the baby monitor was installed, you couldnt stop looking at it, wondering if daddy is watching you. But a week went by, then another, and you kind of forgot about it. You knew daddy was in charge and you werent allowed to leave the crib anyway.
Honestly, you didnt plan to escape.
Weeks of regression went by, without having any sex.
Daddy denied any desire of yours.
He didnt touch you and forbade you to touch yourself.Every morning you woke up wet.
After every nap, you woke up wet.
The diaper felt so good and warm around your crotch.
Still half asleep, a pacifier in your mouth, unconsciously, you started to hump your diaper.You didnt know if you were up, or still dreaming, but the diaper felt so good against the mattress.
Thrusting and thrusting, half asleep, against your crib.Daddy was in the other room, watching you from his laptop.
His baby boy was waking up in his crib, wasting his manhood in a wet diaper.
Daddy grabbed and rubbed his cock over his boxers.
Oh yeah he thought, a baby monitor was a great idea .@bilbng86 is just waking up in his crib, feeling a bit randy.
Love this story!!! Great Author, thank you again