Draco sighed and grumbled, laying on his tummy on the plush carpet his room as he waited for Potter to finally come in and check on him. The fucking git had to of heard what he'd just done, he had the place wired with something called baby monitors, a muggle invention and in truth the room wasn't a room.
It was a fucking nursery!
The mad git, the chosen one, he who farted goddamn rainbows and lighting out his arse if you listened to the masses had kidnapped Draco three weeks ago and while he was mostly loving and kind (But a stern daddy) he'd also gleefully reported that NO ONE missed him, that no one cared he was gone.

He'd gone from being a paroled prisoner to nothing more then Harry's big baby bitch, and as such was forced to disgrace himself many times a day, though how much depended on his diet as Potter claimed he was trying different things to see what gave the big baby the best oppise poopises.  Draco naturally hadn't responded well to that and had ended up with a bar of soap cut into the shape of a dummy put in his mouth and nursing compulsion spell used to ensure Draco had nursed on the damn thing for half a hour with bubbled drool trailing down to mix with his spit. 
After that Draco watched his mouth as much as he could, though with his temper it wasn't easy butttt Potter commented he could SEE he was trying so lessened the punishment.

Still, the git liked to leave Draco sitting in his own...UGH...Mess and with what he'd been fed today had made a horrible lumpy and extra smelly mess. Draco had learned that laying on his tummy helped to keep it from spreading too much at least till 'daddy' as he was suppose to call the crazy bastard came in to change him, usually using a changing spell for a nice and quick change.
He also sometimes like to do it 'the old fashioned way' as he called it which Draco loathed but when he'd gone to voice his complaints Harry had just smiled and tapped a finger on his nose. 
"And you REALLY think you get a say in this baby boy?" he asked in a sing song voice. "Though amusing..instead of demanding your freedom you just want a quick nappy change. SO proud of that!"
Draco's cheeks had redden and he'd tried to back track but 'daddy' had popped a dummy in his mouth, coated with honey and he just suckled and pouted instead.

Draco wasn't stupid of course, he'd figured out that sitting on his stinky bum got a faster diaper change then laying on his tummy, and ..Gah.. BOUNCING in it the fastest but he just.. he couldn't bring himself to do it. And while he had expected 'daddy' to get mad and maybe spank him with who knows, a slipper or something Harry had just patted his head and told him he'd give him time.
"But you know, you're only really torturing yourself in the end.. " and had patted his nappied bottom. "Literately." 
LOTS of whines there but still, Draco had a small tiny piece of pride left. 
His problem was Harry was taking longer then normal and well, his nose hairs were starting to burn. there was ONE other way he could get a nappy change quicker but he'd never chosen to use it, refused to use it.
But as the minutes rolled by on the cartoon cat clock in his nursery and the itching and burning got worse and worse, Draco finally gave in and pressed his head to the carpet, tears of shame coming out and then looking up.
"Dadddy Baby Draco made a big stinky mess and need you to clean his Stinky but up Pretty please with a cherry on top!" He called out, his cheeks CRIMSON as the humiliating phase left his mouth. 
In a instant the door opened and there was Harry, and Draco had to bite his touage to keep from demanding to know if he'd been just waiting outside the door to see if he said it.
"There's no need to fear, daddies here baby boy!"

Harry smirked as he looked at the red faced diaper boy. what Draco didn't know of course was before he'd been kidnapped all of this had been cleared with the ministry of magic. Harry had heard tales of how Draco had messed himself over and over in his cell in prison and had pressured them into a parole and then said he'd make sure Draco was looked after. 
Naturally he left out SOME details..but for the most part he had the support of the government and that meant little Draco was his and only his.
Back to the task at hand he had a VERY smelly boy and was liking it, he'd keep with the current baby food. 
"Oh Draco buddy, are you sure you're messy and it's not just gas?" Harry asked, coming over and waving a hand. "I can see how a baby like you might get confused."
Of course there was no way to hide Draco had truly shat himself. the discoloring and lumps in the back of his diaper made it MORE then clear. 
"W-What are you..Come on..I say what you wanted..Please..it's starting to burn and itch.." Draco mewed and sniffled, pressing his face to the carpet.
At that point Harry DID feel a little guilt, he had used fake baby powder and cream on Draco's hinney to help break him a little faster and now his baby was suffering. 
"Shh I just need to check then we'll get you out of your stinky nappy and into the tub. that'll soothe your poor buns." Harry said and rubbed the back of Draco's back.
"O-Ok.." the boy mewed softly.
Harry would of normally patted the boys squishy behind to check, but with the whimpering Draco was doing, he just slipped the tip of his finger into the back of the soiled nappy and pulled back.
"S-Seee?" Draco huffed, sounding like a toddler and making harry smirk.
"Oh yeah, you're totally messy buddy. sorry for doubting you."
"Can you PLEASE just use the quick change spell?" Draco mewed.
"Sorry buddy, I've decided to stick with old fashion. I feel it helps us bond more." Harry said and Draco.. well Draco started to sob just like the big stinky baby he was.

The end.