Many men and women make a choice to surrender their previous, boring and monotone adult lives to become adult babies. There comes a point where they just get tired of living as an ordinary person and give into their fetish, signing up to an adult baby daycare to live the kinky lives of their dreams.

This involves quitting their jobs and giving away all their money and belongings to the daycare. They will be taken care of as babies for the lest of their lives, financed by whatever they could give. But this process also involves signing away all their personal rights, so the daycare was pretty much free to do whatever they wanted with them, as long as it happened behind closed doors.

Such was the fate of Alex, who had been dreaming of this lifestyle for as long as he could remember, but only managed to gather enough money to enter by the age of 25. He gave away all his belongings, signed away his rights and was given a room in the Sunshine AB Daycare, where he was promptly turned into an adult baby.

In his room, he was given a crib, a table full of coloring books and colorful pencils, the floor was covered with a soft playing carpet, the kind that has roads and buildings printed on it so he could play with his little toy cars on it, and the walls were padded with rubber to make the room accident proof. This also gave the room a permanent rubbery smell, which slightly excited Alex, he always was a fan of rubber after all.

Alex always had to wear a diaper, which was changed whenever he pressed the diaper change button located in his crib. He didn’t have access to a toilet (it was actually forbidden for the babies to use such a thing) so he had to make a mess in his diapers whenever he wanted to ease himself. This was awfully awkward to get used to at first, but after a few months it actually started feeling better than actually going to the toilet! He didn’t have to stop whatever he was doing, just let whatever had to come out, then crawled to the diaper change button and waited for the nurses to arrive who cleaned him up.

He wasn’t allowed to walk either, every baby was forced to travel on all-fours. They were given kneecaps to prevent scraping them up, but after a long day, it still could feel pretty painful. Not to mention that he didn’t have anything on his hands, so his palms were always exposed to whatever texture was under him. But after all this wasn’t much of a problem: every floor in the daycare was either made of a soft plush material like his carpet, a soft plastic like the halls and play areas, or rubber like the play structures and bouncy castles.

Every day pretty much went by the same schedule. The babies were woken up at 9 in the morning and they all had their breakfast delivered to them in bed. The breakfast was always a white soy solution with all the necessary nutrients but no particular taste. It was very much like mommy milk, perfect for the developing bodies of the babies. Those who didn’t drink all of their milk were punished by spanking, so they all tried their very best to get it all down their throats.

They were always given a short nap after the breakfast, usually with a change of diapers, then they all headed out to the play area. It was a huge indoors playground, with ball pits, bouncy castles, play structures and everything one would imagine in a regular playground. This is where they stayed until 12 PM, which always meant lunchtime.

Lunch was always more exciting than breakfast, as they were always served something different every day. It usually consisted of crushed vegetables or fruits, with some candy on special occasions. An AB could also get candy if they were an exceptionally good baby during playtime, which usually just meant that they gave a blowjob or some other sexual favor to the keepers. They were never forced to do it- unless it was their punishment of course- but many of them often volunteered in hopes of getting some candy.

Lunch ended at 12:30 and depending on how much of their food they ate, the babies went on their separate ways. Those who ate everything and even licked their plates could go back to their room, usually to take a nap. The ones who left some food on their plates were given a spanking and were not allowed to nap, instead they cleaned the floors of the play area, and those who left most of the food or didn’t even touch it were given a proper punishment.

They had their knee paddings removed, which they wouldn’t get back for a week, making crawling around more painful. Then they were taken to the Punishing room, where they were dressed in full rubber outfits and were sexually tortured. They had to wear chastity cages, their mouths were forced open by gags and they were repeatedly raped orally and anally with rough-surfaced dildos, to the point where they usually started to bleed.

This was a punishment everyone wanted to avoid, so it was a very rare occurance that anyone left anything on their plates at lunch. This was not always possible however, as sometimes the sadistic staff laced some of the babies’ food with chemicals that would make the food unbearably bitter and made them throw up whenever they tried to take it in their mouths. This of course made punishment inevitable, but the staff insisted that they never did anything like this. After all, they were allowed to lie to them...

At 2 PM, everyone was brought back to the play area, where they stayed until 6, when they were brought back into their rooms and given milk for dinner. Everyone was free to play in their rooms until 7, which meant lights off, and they were all put into their cribs. The cribs closed down on them like a cage, preventing them from going out at night.

The whole place pretty much seemed like a prison from the outside, but the “inmates” didn’t mind this kind of lifestyle at all. After all they were being taken care of for free and they could dedicate all their time to their biggest fetishes.

The first few months went flawlessly for Alex. He always ate his food, played nicely with the others and even gave some services to the staff when he was in the mood. However as time started to pass, the repetition started boring him. Doing all the same stuff, every day... He wasn’t even allowed to make friends, it was strictly forbidden by Daycare law.

This was a rule implemented to avoid socializing between the babies. They were told that this was because they were roleplaying an age where children don’t really do this stuff yet, but in reality it was a tactic to avoid mass panic. Sometimes, when there was too much trouble with an AB, they were taken to a room that they would never come out of... Not alive, at least. If the babies got to know each other, they definitely would have noticed the naughty ones disappearing one by one, which the staff wanted to avoid at all costs. It would have... Ruined the magic.

So as Max’s boredom began to grow, the naughtier things he wanted to do. First, he took off his diapers and crawled around naked in his room. The feeling of his bottom not being covered by a bulky diaper anymore gave him a sense of freedom, and he was also excited about what someone would say if they saw him without any covering.

He always put the diaper back on when someone came into the room, but he didn’t know that hidden cameras all over the place recorded his every move; including all the naughtiness.

At other times, he didn’t want to eat his lunch. When nobody was looking, he scraped the remains of the food into his diaper, thinking the big poop he was going to make would cover the food stains anyway.

The real naughtiness however, begun when he started getting hornier. He randomly pulled off other babies’ diapers in the play area, they sneaked away giggling, or went even further and stuck a finger in their holes or fondling their balls before making his escape.

Of course, this was all recorded on the security cameras and the staff took notes of him, recording every naughty instance. The punishment system worked like this:

Every baby was given 10 points at the start of each month. When they did something slightly naughty, like not eating their food, 1 point was subtracted. More serious naughtiness, like removing diapers and sexually teasing others was greeted with a 2 point subtraction. The most serious crime, which was breaking character (speaking, standing up or showing other non-AB behaviour) resulted in 5 points being subtracted.

If a baby’s score reached 3 or lower by the end of the month, they were informed that they had a low score and their points didn’t reset until the next month. If one reached 0 at any time, they were terminated.

After a while, Alex forgot about the score system, nobody really talked about it anyway and causing trouble was just too much fun. It was one of the last days of the month, and unbeknown to Alex, he only had 1 point in his balance. Any minor fuckup, and he would be gone.

That was coincidentally also the day that some of the staff members decided to pull their little prank, and laced some of the food. Alex was one of the babies who got a plate like this, and when he unsuspectingly put the spoon in his mouth, he was greeted by a foul, bitter taste, spewing his mashed apples out. What the hell was that all about?

He tried to eat some more, again, too bitter to eat. He even barfed up a small potion of it, the acidy puke floating in his food. He just couldn’t lie an eye on it anymore, the sight and smell alone was enough to turn his appetite completely off. He had a slight idea of what happened at the Punishment room, but he guessed it was better than trying to force this shit down his throat.

“What’s the matter dear, couldn’t eat your food? Being all picky now, mister?” One of the nurses called out to him at the end of lunch upon seeing his full plate. Alex opened his mouth to say it tasted off and something probably got into it, but remembered he wasn’t allowed to speak. Instead he just vaguely tried to signal it to the nurse, but she didn’t seem to get the message.

“Well then, you know what happens to naughty babies who don’t eat their food~ Let’s get you to the Punishing room, honey!” Alex’s heart beat faster than he imagined possible as he picked up and carried to the horrible, feared Punishing room.

The amount of torture they had to endure was also based on the amount of points they had, so the nurse put a small reader on the QR code tattooed on Alex’s neck, to check his score. The machine gave a small beep and the nurse froze in her tracks, staring with an expression that made Alex beyond concerned.

“Well well... It looks like you’re all out of points, honey! It’s been fun knowing you, but I’m afraid we don’t take care of such naughty babies here! Let me take you to the executive unit...”

Alex panicked and started crying, not wanting to be taken out of his lovely habitat. He thought they were going to throw him out on the street, but something far more concerning was going to happen.

The nurse took her to a dim room, the wall covered with big drawers, they reminded Alex of the ones that were used to hold dead bodies. That surely wasn’t going to be his fate though! That can’t be... They don’t have the power... Then he reminded that he signed his rights away, including his right to life. They could very well snuff him if they wanted to.

“Wait for the executioner here, honey! He will be here in no time!” The nurse shut the door, leaving Alex in complete darkness. Dead men tell no tales, but if Alex survived this little endeavor, he probably would have told the rest of the story like this:

“The executioner??” I asked, breaking character for the first time in over half a year. The words that came out of my mouth didn’t feel like they belonged to me, I ditched language so long ago it felt like I said alien gibberish. It felt wrong, I wanted to be a baby again, I wasn’t even going to be naughty anymore... But my train of thought was broken by a tall guy, probably a few years younger than me entering the room.

“Hey. I’m gonna be taking care of you today, please step to the black rectangle in the middle of the room. If you don’t comply, force can and will be used. Don’t make it more painful than it has to be.”

I hesitated a bit, but decided it was the best for me to follow his instructions. He had a remote control in his hands, looking a bit puzzled as it was probably his first day at work.

“Get into the vacuum bed now. Don’t worry, it will only be used for your transportation, but if you don’t comply, I can kill you on the spot right now... Painfully.”

I was a bit puzzled by what the black rectangle was when I first entered the dimly lit room, but upon getting closer, I noticed that it was indeed a latex vacuum bed. Again, I felt it was best to follow his orders and got into the bed. I clumsily wobbled myself into it, Then suddenly heard a zipper close on me. I was stuck.

It wasn’t long until I heard a loud noise, one that felt like it could have ripped my eardrums out, it was so loud. A pair of pipes sucked the air out from the bed, sucking the rubber to every inch of my naked body, trapping me in an airtight seal. I wanted to move, but was completely locked in place by the pressure the bed put on me, and I quickly started suffocating. The pressure was so high that all the oxygen was pressed out of my lungs, and every effort to draw a new breath in was greeted by the unforgiving wall of latex encasing my face. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out of my lungs, and after a painful minute or so, the world started drifting away.

What I couldn’t see from the outside was my executioner violently masturbating over my suffering. He clearly didn’t have much experience, because as soon as he saw me get limp and stop struggling, he stopped the vacuum bed, impatiently wanting to see my corpse.

Although I was passed out under the rubber, my heart hadn’t stopped yet, so to his biggest surprise, I opened by eyes with a cough as he was stroking his cock right above my face. He was clearly startled and ran out of the room screaming, and I was left on my own for a short while.

Suddenly a much bigger and older man, probably in his 40’s came into the room. “You scared our intern! Could you not come back from the dead again? Heh...” He teased me as he picked me up from the ground and cuffed my hands together behind my back.  He was much more hands-on and confident like that other guy, clearly a more experienced killer.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to deal with you myself...” He sat down on the floor and forced me in his lap, holding me down with his muscular legs.

“N-no sir, please! Just let me go! I’ll do anything, I’ll-” My pleading was cut off by a black latex hood being pulled over my head. It left more air inside than the vacuum bed, I could exhale and inhale in it, which meant that my struggle would be much longer... And probably more painful, too.

For the first few seconds, I breathed normally, the balloon expanding with each exhale, and sucking tight to my face with each inhale. I couldn’t fully fill my lungs and every breath felt a bit tighter than the last, and soon enough I felt the tingling, then burning sensation filling my lungs once again.

“Mmmmng...” A cute, rubber muffled moan escaped my lips as I wanted some fresh air, pleading to my executioner for just a little bit more breathing. I whined and tears started flowing down my face as I burned up my air, when the hood expanded it didn’t get as big anymore and every breath in sucked the latex tighter and tighter to my suffocating face.

The whines turned into screaming and sobbing as I felt claustrophobic, starting to wiggle and wobble my body in the strong man’s lap. My breath started getting rapid and irregular, humidity built up on the inside of the hood and my chest was wildly convulsing. I was never a good breath holder, but my body was trying its absolute best to stay conscious, even after the two minute mark.

I soon started getting lightheaded, thrashing my head around as if that would help, but I felt my muscles weaken as I had to give up the fight, buckling unconsciously in my captor’s lap like an old suitcase.

He was more experienced and patient, putting his hand on my heart, making sure he waited until it was stopped for sure. In the meanwhile, I released my bowels, creaming my killer in my warm poop, mixed with the piss puddling down under me.

My hood was removed, revealing my face blue as a blueberry, then I was put into one of the empty drawers to be cooled down to a sub 0 temperature and preserve my body. The drawer only had a small label on it which read:

Alex Gray. 25 years old, snuffed for reaching 0 points. Available for taking.