Where are you? I thought we could maybe watch a movie tonight? Order a pizza?

I feel like I haven’t seen you at all these past few weeks…

Jack sighed as he locked his phone and slid it back into his pocket. Another message from his wife, Jamie; another late night out with Vanessa. Taking a sip from his beer, Jack sets the glass on the bar as he scans the room. Hoping to make out her form amidst the crowd, he squints his eyes to the dark ignorant of the feminine hands wrapping around his waist.

“Who’s this little cutie, hmm?”

Jack nearly jumps out of his bar stool as Vanessa’s fingers dance around his waist, lightly tickling him as she kisses the back of his neck, “Why the long face, Jackie? You miss me?”

If it weren’t for the tickling, Jack’s thoughts might have lingered a little while longer on the reason he had been out at bars so often this week; if not for the warm breath on his neck, he might’ve wondered why he was seeing his ex-fiancé so much and in such a way. Instead, Jack turned on the stool smiling like a goof, eager to return the affection.

An outstretched finger held his lips at bay, however, as Vanessa was busy ordering a drink for herself. Drink in hand, she returned her attention to Jack as she took a sip, “...always so eager...” her other hand had found Jack’s semi-erect cock in his pants and was massaging it slowly; just enough to tease.

“Not too eager, I hope...it would be so embarrassing if you were to...have an accident.”

Maybe it was the way Vanessa squeezed his crotch to emphasize her point, or her choice of words; but either way Jack had never felt so turned on. Taking initiative, Jack grabbed Vanessa by the arm and pulled her closer, “Would it really be so bad?” Vanessa turned her cheek as he leaned in, turning Jack’s passionate kiss into a far less disarming one; then, using her free hand, she cupped his cheek.

“Is that what you want? Does little Jackie want mama to make her all wet?”

Again, Vanessa’s words seemed like drugs to Jack, despite her teasing, and her constantly massaging his cock was seriously pushing him into ‘no-return’ territory; but for all their foreplay he didn’t plan on cumming here.

“Vanessa...I…”

Jack’s words were cut short as his pocket began to vibrate; which would have worsened his problem if not for the sudden realization as to what it meant. Vanessa didn’t give him time to think, however, as she pulled the phone from his pocket and away from his grasping hands.

“Jamie, huh? I’m sure you’ll get a chance to talk to her later; no need to now.” With a devilish grin, Vanessa ignored the call and tucked the phone into her bra.

“Now, what were we discussing? Oh yes! You were begging to cum right here in front of everyone. Something something ‘I’m a widdle baby who needs to make stickies mama.’ Alright, you may continue.” Jack found himself not caring who overheard; he was enjoying himself far too much.

Jack was beside himself with glee as he looked Vanessa up and down. Staring at her ample breasts he was briefly reminded of the woman waiting at home for him; then Vanessa’s hand slipped beneath the waist of his pants and all caution went to the wind. “I think I can wait a little bit...maybe long enough to get back to your place?”

“Presumptuous little thing aren’t you? Well…” Vanessa leaned in close now, her breasts pressed against Jack’s own chest, the smell of her perfume mixing with his own cologne, and their long hair intertwining, “...I certainly hope the widdle baby can make it that long. It’s a long car ride...and Jackie’s already feeling damp. Don’t feel ashamed if you soak yourself on the way out of the bar...and again in my car...and again on-”

Jack kissed her full on the lips now, pulling her hand out of his pants, and grabbing both their coats; he hadn’t planned on humiliating himself in public, but she was really making him want to.

Even with Jack’s newly found fervor, Vanessa ended up taking the lead. Pulling Jack by the hand, she escorted her ex-fiancé to the passenger side of her car before getting herself situated. The car ride was a short one, but one filled with enough sexual tension to make it seem even shorter. When they finally entered Vanessa’s place, Jack felt as if he was close to bursting; driving with only one hand had left Vanessa with all the freedom of movement to keep her plaything entertained.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take a seat Jackie,” Vanessa practically pushed Jack into the couch, leaning in as she did to give him a long, full kiss and one last squeeze to his throbbing member. Jack practically whimpered as she turned away from him. Pausing at the entrance to her room, Vanessa turned and winked at Jack, “Mama will be right back baby. You just sit tight for a moment...” Then, looking to his obvious erection, “...and no touching yourself...that would be very naughty.”

Jack strained his neck to attempt to see into Vanessa’s room to no avail. He was left to his thoughts and, at the moment, those were mostly sexual. After a moment’s silence, Jack began to hear the faint sound of clothing rustling in the next room. His thoughts turned to Vanessa and the lingerie she must be getting into. For a brief, odd moment, he wondered if she was getting something for him to wear. The rustling had turned to crinkling and the sound of plastic being moved; but it seemed that the harder Jack strained to listen, the more apparent it became that something else was drowning out the noise. He hadn’t noticed at first, but soft music was emanating from Vanessa’s room; soothing music.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Jack made to stand only to find that his legs hadn’t the strength to keep him aloft. His knees buckles, and he tumbled onto his back on the soft cushions of Vanessa’s couch. He could feel his thoughts begin to wander; the sexy images of Vanessa in his mind were replaced with new images that reminded Jack of her treatment of him at the bar. The oddly arousing baby talk, and the faint familiarity of warm, wet pants as nursery rhymes drowned out his adult thoughts.

Through half-lidded eyes, Jack could see Vanessa enter the room. She patted his now soft, wet cock and held some pink, thick shape in her hand. Jack thought he heard whimpering as he closed his eyes, Vanessa’s hands unzipping and freeing his pants from around his waist.

When Jack next opened his eyes, he could feel that something was very different about not only his surroundings, but with himself. Lying on his back on what appeared to be a baby blanket, Jack suckled on a large pacifier that caused him to drool uncontrollably. The pink-and-white striped diaper taped to Jack’s waist was thick enough to force him to keep his legs spread wide apart.

“Aww...is mama’s baby girl awake?” Vanessa stood in the doorway to her room, one hand on her hip, the other holding a large pink baby bottle full of liquid, “I told you mama would make you wet. You didn’t believe me, you naughty girl, and now you’re being properly disciplined.” Vanessa approached Jack and sat down next to him on her knees. Pulling his head into her lap, she removed the pacifier with a wet pop and pushed the nipple of the bottle past his lips.

“Badesaa baaba...mm mama…”

Vanessa just smiled as Jack babbled like an infant, incapable of doing much else in his current state, “Was that you trying to protest, little girl? Can’t do much can you? At least, you can’t do much more than behave like a little baby, can you?” Jack attempted to struggle, to shout for help; instead, his arms and legs refused to listen, more or less weakly kicking like an infant as Jack’s mouth continued to work the nipple in his mouth.

“Gababa...gooooo…”

Jack felt completely humiliated at the words coming out of his mouth. He could feel his drool mixed with baby formula running down his chin as he greedily finished his bottle.

“Hard isn’t it? Trying to act like a big man when mama put you in diapers and bottle fed you. It’s only going to get harder, Jackie. Soon you’ll need to go potty, only you won’t notice; you’ll just go. Then, you’ll feel an overwhelming desire to cum. Little Jackie loves her wet and messy diapers, doesn’t she? Doesn’t she?”

Vanessa tickled Jack’s exposed stomach, eliciting childlike giggles from him as his bladder finally weakened and let loose. Jack’s eyes widened as the diaper around his waist began to discolor and sag. The warmth that emanated from the now swollen padding around his crotch was enough to drive Jack wild as he writhed in delight in Vanessa’s lap.

Vanessa watched with delight as Jack’s eyes glazed over, his mouth formed an ‘o’ and he began to vigorously hump his hand through the diaper. Grabbing him by the wrists, she raised his hands above his head as he weakly protested and whimpered. He looked as if he might start crying.

“Mama...pweaseeee….”

Teasing him with her other hand, Vanessa cooed softly, “Men don’t beg to cum in their diapers, do they princess? No...I think I have a little baby girl begging for her orgasm in my lap, don’t I?”

Jack shook his head vigorously as Vanessa slipped the pacifier back in his mouth. He sucked on it gratefully as her hands slowly found their way to the bulge in his diaper, “I hope you like this baby, because this is going to be your life from now on.” Jack would have panicked upon hearing Vanessa say such a thing normally, but having his cock massaged through his wet diapers was enough to turn his brain into mush.

“You love it don’t you? Well, every time you use your diapers like the little girl you are, you’ll feel the uncontrollable desire to cum. This feeling will grow in strength each time. Eventually you’ll be unable to cum in any other way. Even if you were to somehow get away from me you would feel a constant desire to be diapered, to wet and mess yourself like a baby. There’s no going back now little girl; exciting, isn’t it?”

Jack nodded in genuine agreement, finding that just being close to orgasm in his soaked diapers was far more pleasure than he had ever felt.

“Say goodbye to adulthood Jackie.”

“Buh...buh...fa-fank ooooouuu ama. Buh-baby!” Jack’s mind was filled with images of him as Vanessa’s obedient babygirl as his cock began to twitch in her firm grip. He could feel his warm, sticky cum coating the inside of his diaper, adding to the embarrassment that was his earlier wetting and he found himself completely willing to mess his diapers just to feel so good again.

“Good girl! Now, we’ll probably have a guest arriving today; let’s make sure we’re nice and ready for her, shall we?”

~~~

Jamie stood in front of Vanessa’s front door, one hand raised to knock. She hesitated for a moment, part of her was still concerned; what if Jack wasn’t here? It had become commonplace for Jack to stay out late. He had been telling Jamie that it was due to work keeping him late, but Jamie had always been somewhat suspicious of that excuse. Now that he had been out all night, not responding to calls or texts, Jamie was scared. Her fears had been confirmed; just what was he doing?

Three hard knocks and no answer; Jamie tried once more to the same effect. It was only when she had begun to turn and take the steps down that she heard a door open behind her, “Jamie, is that you?”

Turning, Jamie found Vanessa standing in the doorway; she looked radiant despite how early in the morning it was, “Have you seen Jack? He didn’t come home last night and he won’t answer my calls or texts.”

Instead of answering immediately, Vanessa lightly placed her hand on Jamie’s back and guided her inside, “It’s not like Jack to be so irresponsible. Why don’t you take a seat and relax; you look like you could need it.”

Jamie opened her mouth to protest, but found that she didn’t have the strength; instead, she found herself looking around Vanessa’s living room as she was guided to the couch. The coffee table had been pulled to the side and a blanket had been placed in front of the couch. On it sat a variety of changing supplies: diapers, wipes, and powder; along with a great assortment of toys and half empty baby bottles.

“I didn’t know you had a baby Vanessa.”

At this Vanessa smiled, “Oh, I didn’t tell you? Yes, I’ve a little baby girl...” As if on cue, loud crying could be heard coming from Vanessa’s room, “You’ll have to excuse me. When I get back, we can talk all about Jack, okay?”

Jamie found herself nodding, turning her attention away from Vanessa and back to a package of diapers that sat on the blanket next to her feet.

I guess she might have adopted. That would make sense...but these diapers are a little big aren’t they? Cute though...

Torn from her thoughts, Jamie found that she could no longer hear the baby crying; instead a soft tune carried throughout the house.

Must be for the baby. Sure did calm her down. No more crying from her. Such a good baby. Good baby. Good baby. Good baby. Good baby. Good baby…

~~~

Jack lay on his back, his legs spread to avoid the mess he had just made in his diaper. He felt humiliated and disgusted with himself. He was an adult, not some diaper messing baby; but the longer he sat on his back, the longer his legs felt heavy. He could feel them wanting to rest, a pressure in his messy diaper building as his legs slowly squeezed the padding together. It was becoming hard to keep his butt lifted and he could feel the mess spreading as his strength faded; as his adult mind regressed once more to the feeling of his cock pressing against the wet padding of his diaper.

Vanessa entered the room to find Jack in a clearly wet and messy diaper. His erection pressed hard against the padding of the diaper, causing the thick diaper to bulge in the front. She smiled as she crouched next to him. She had kept him restrained, forcing him to feel his babyish accidents without being able to pleasure himself; at least until his mama could assist him.

“Aww...did little Jackie make a mess in her diapers? It must be so…” Vanessa let her words hang in the air for a moment as she reached underneath Jack’s diapered rear. She could feel the weight of his humiliation. “...difficult to pretend to be an adult while wearing a poopy diaper, huh?” Pressing a baby bottle full of formula to his lips, she squeezed the seat of the diaper and cooed to her squirming prisoner, “Jamie is in the next room, you know? Come to rescue her pathetic little husband. What will she think when I march you in front of her; crawling, messy, and drooling?”

Pulling the empty bottle from his hungry lips, she replaced the nipple with a pacifier and watched him latch onto it with fervor, “Who am I kidding? She won’t be thinking; she’ll be far too...preoccupied.” Vanessa stood and walked to the pink boombox she kept on her dresser. Opening up the top, she removed a CD labeled ‘Jackie’, replaced it with one labeled ‘Jamie’, and pressed play.

Jack watched from the floor as Vanessa removed the locking mitts from his hands. She held his wrists tightly and if not for the pacifier keeping him calm he might have begun to cry as touching himself had become his number one priority, right after rubbing his messy rear against the ground.

“Now, let’s get you dressed and go see that ‘big girl’ in the next room, shall we? I wonder if she’s still worried about that husband of hers...don’t know why she’s here; all I’ve got is a baby girl named Jackie.”

When Vanessa reentered the room with Jack crawling dutifully behind her, she found Jamie calmly staring off into space, a small amount of drool collecting on her chin. Jack looked to her with hope, convinced that despite his own transformation and being unaware of Jamie’s trance that the two of them could escape Vanessa’s grasp; but just as these thoughts were giving him confidence that he wasn’t a baby girl named Jackie, his arms gave out and he fell to his stomach. Jack was wetting his diaper and the act required all his mind’s capacity.

Vanessa gloated to herself as Jack did just as expected and rolled over on to his back. His hands found the bulge in his diaper and he went to town as the diaper expanded further from the urine flooding it.

Jamie, finally showing some form of intelligence since the music began, turned her head slowly to the soft mewling of her husband on the floor. Jack’s shoulder-length hair had been pulled back and tied into pigtails with long pink ribbon. His mouth was contorted into a look of pure ecstasy behind the mouthguard of the pacifier he so greedily sucked on and his chin was covered in a mixture of drool and milk. Of the clothing he wore, none of it could be considered grown-up enough for even a five-year-old to wear. The frilly pink dress Vanessa had dressed him in did little to nothing to hide the pink, princess-print diaper cover and the obviously soiled diaper underneath. A pair of thigh-high pink socks with lace trim allowed just enough skin to show to make it obvious that Jack had been shaved smooth.

Some part of Jamie was fully aware of how pathetic Jack looked on the floor, humping his hand through his messy diaper, his other hand running up and down the lace on his dress as he moaned behind his pacifier; but that part was unable to get through the fog that now clouded Jamie’s mind. Smiling ear to ear, Jamie got up from the couch and knelt next to her husband; one hand massaging his cock through the diaper, the other stroking his hair. She look at him lovingly and took her time pleasuring him. Jamie found herself enthralled by the soft sounds he would make in response to each stroke.

Jack had completely forgotten about leaving; his mind was too busy imagining his new life as Vanessa and Jamie’s baby. Words soon became difficult to form, both aloud and in his head and soon enough Jack is left unable to do much else besides babble and daydream as Jamie cooes and praises him.

Just as Jamie was beginning to lean in close, her mind flooded with thoughts of pleasuring her new baby-girl husband, a set of hands lightly grabbed her underneath the arms. Vanessa guided her to her feet, something Jamie seemed incapable of fighting.

“I’m glad you and Jackie are enjoying yourselves; but I think that if you’re going to be spending time with my little girl, then we’re going to have to put you in your place as well. Don’t you agree?”

Jamie wasn’t sure what she meant, but something deep inside her told her to listen. Vanessa led her by the hand to her room and, with little to no resistance, stripped the woman bare. Jamie’s skin was covered in goosebumps and her breathing was quick; she couldn’t understand why she kept obeying Vanessa, why she found Jack’s sissification so correct. As Vanessa began to guide her to the floor, Jamie tried valiantly to stand her ground; only to hear Vanessa coo, “No, no precious. Do as mama says.”

Jamie felt her mind turn hazy as she met Vanessa’s gaze. Her legs began to shake and her arms felt as if they weighed tons. With a weak yelp, Jamie’s knees buckled out from underneath her and she found herself completely dependent on Vanessa to lower her safely to the ground. Jamie could feel a wetness on her chin and chest as she struggled to do more than squirm helpless on the ground. Eventually she grew tired and lay still on her back; Jamie had forgotten what she was scared about.

Reaching into a bag next to her, Vanessa pulled out and unfolded a diaper matching the one Jack had been wearing.

“Remember seeing these on little Jackie? You two are going to be sisters; won’t that be fun?”

Jaime looked at her lost for a moment, “Jackie? My sist-my husband? You’re going to make me wear diapers?”

Vanessa chuckled to herself as she lifted Jaime’s butt and slid the diaper underneath, “Yes baby, your sister Jackie; the cute little girl in the living room wearing a princess dress and messy diapers. Oh, and I’ll be making you wear more than that…”

Jamie absentmindedly rubbed her rear end against the diaper she was being put into. She had forgotten that was Jack in there; it had become hard for her to think over the loud crinkling of her diaper and the sound of Vanessa’s soft baby talk. She giggled at a cold feeling on her crotch, then the smell of baby powder hit her nostrils and she found herself looking past her breasts to see the other side of the diaper placed onto her stomach and taped shut.

“I need diapers?”

Jaime was so confused; why was Vanessa doing this to her and why did she kind of like it?

“Yes pumpkin. Mama put you in diapers just as was necessary. You’re going to be a little baby like Jackie.”

Vanessa pulled Jamie into her lap, one arm cradling her legs and the other holding her head to her breast, “And you’re going to give Jackie all the milk she needs too.” Vanessa shifted Jamie onto her knee, applying enough pressure to her diapered crotch to cause Jaime to gasp excitedly. Vanessa bounced Jaime on her knees a few times, listening to her gasp again and again as her breasts bounced in response.

“Mama...oh...I…uhhh...d-don’t...ah ah ah...make milk...oh gooooooosh…”

Vanessa chuckled lightly, slowing her bounces until Jamie had begun hump her thigh in time to get the most of each. Eventually, as the bounces completely stopped, Jamie embraced Vanessa in a hug and grinded her diapered crotch against Vanessa’s knee. Vanessa stroked her hair as she moaned softly and shook in pleasure. Upon hearing a particularly long gasp, Vanessa felt her leg grow warm. Tilting her head to see, Vanessa smiled as she watched Jaime’s diaper discolor and begin to sag.

“Good girl, Jamie! And don’t worry about not making milk, baby. Mama has what you need right here.” Vanessa searched the bag next to her and eventually pulled loose a syringe full of milky liquid, “After this shot, I might just have to start milking you!”

Upon seeing the syringe, Jamie snapped out of her haze and moved with a force that she hadn’t been able to muster since her arriving; but even that wasn’t enough to escape Vanessa’s grasp, who held her firmly.

“Alright young lady! I’ve had just about enough of your attitude. I think it’s about time you started behaving like mama’s baby girl.

Jamie’s body went rigid in Vanessa’s lap. Her eyes widened until she let out a sigh and her brain regressed to an infantile mush. Jaime returned to her humping as she sucked on her thumb. The injection was only met with a whimper, a few tears and some babyish babbling.

“I’m sorry Jamie, but you’re not fit to think for yourself anymore; but don’t worry, I’ll give your mental faculties back when I see fit.”

Jamie no longer had the intelligence to understand nor respond to Vanessa; instead she wet herself, orgasmed one last time, and sucked noisily on her thumb. With Jamie now obedient and under her control completely, it was easy for Vanessa to place her back on the floor and preoccupy her with a pacifier and a stuffed animal.

Vanessa returned to the living room to find Jack humping one of his stuffed animals on the floor. It only took him a moment to cum and cease his aggressive grinding. After that, Vanessa grabbed him by the hand and escorted him back to her room where a fresh diaper and Jamie waited. Positioning the two on the floor before her, she took her time wiping them down, powdering them, and taping them back up. She delighted the empty-headed adults with tickling and baby talk and found that while Jack could still fight her if he wanted to, his growing love for diapers kept him obedient.

“Do you like your new baby sister, Jackie? Isn’t she precious? Be careful with her, she can’t much think for herself. She does have a little treat for you though, don’t you darling?”

Jack watched as Jamie pulled his wife into her lap without a fight. Part of him wondered why Jamie didn’t do anything; maybe she did like being a baby, just like he did. Jack found himself staring at her exposed breasts, his cock semi-erect. He was surprised his cock wasn’t harder; after all, his wife was sitting nearly naked in his ex-fiancé’s lap. He watched unmoving as Vanessa began to coo in Jamie’s ear, slowly massaging her breasts, her eyes fixated on Jack.

“Time for milkies Jackie, come crawl to your sister. She wants to give you a treat, babygirl.”

Jack did as he was told, finding himself incredibly excited to suckle from his wife’s breasts despite having done it before in fits of passion; only now, as he was dressed and being treated like a baby did he truly find himself enthralled. Placing his lips around her nipple, he suckled nervously at first; his lips slowly getting used to the motions until the sound of a regular pattern of suckling filled the room.

From his position in her lap, Jack could see that something was off about Jamie. Concern filled his mind for a moment and he truly began to wonder if this is what he wanted; that was until he felt a familiar warmth at his crotch. Jack gasped as his mind emptied and he returned to his breast-feeding with more fervor than before. His hands tried to find their way to his crotch, but they were stopped by Vanessa who was whispering in Jamie’s ear. His arms held firmly at his chest, Jack was ready to begin to cry and beg; but then Jamie seemed to realize where she was.

After a moment of looking lost, her face covered in an expression of hurt and confusion, a smile slowly began to spread across her face as she watched Jack breastfeed. She could see the bulge in his discolored diaper and with soft words of encouragement, she began to massage his cock through the diaper.

“Fank oou!”

Jamie knew that she shouldn’t like what was going on, but that thought was becoming harder and harder to focus on as Vanessa continued to whisper in her ear and to softly knead the crotch of her diaper.

“Aren’t my little babies so precious? And so obedient. Such good girls little Jackie and Jamie are, aren’t they?”

Jamie found herself nodding along, her mind fogged by the pleasure emanating from her groin and her nipples. She was surprised to find that she loved breast-feeding Jack, something about it felt so right; just like sitting in mama’s lap.

“Alright Jackie, enough nummy-nums; on your back. Jamie, you’re going to lie on top of him.”

The two did as commanded, finding themselves both terribly aroused, but unable to do much else aside from look to Vanessa for instruction.

“What’s the matter? Did you two forget how to be a couple? I guess I should’ve expected that from a couple of dumb little babies. Here let mama show you.”

Vanessa knelt next to the two and placed her hand on Jamie’s padded rear. She slowly began to move Jamie’s waist in time with Jack’s awkward humping motions and eventually the two were grunting as their diapered crotches crinkled loudly against one another.

“I-I’m wetting mama! Jackie, I’m using my diapee...ohhhhh...”

Jamie practically shook on top of Jack, who writhed underneath her. Vanessa smiled, unsurprised but thrilled that the two adults that had walked into her apartment had succumbed to babyhood so easily; it wouldn’t be long before they were completely dependent on their diapers and their mama.

“Such good babies! No adult would have stooped as low as you two have, but considering the drool on your chins and the used diapers around your waists, I’d say you two aren’t adults are you?”

Grabbing Jamie by her long hair, she pulled her back slightly and put her hair into pigtails that matched Jack’s. After being let go she returned to her humping, her eyes glazed over and her head resting on Jack’s chest.

“Once Jackie and mama’s baby girl are done having fun they’ll be put down for a nap; and I can assure you, you’ve only experienced a fraction of your new life.”

Jack whimpered as he orgasmed, his hot, sticky cum filling his diaper and reducing him to a gasping mess on the floor. Jamie wasn’t much better; Jack wasn’t sure what happened, but Jamie looked as if she couldn’t do much else aside from grunt and drool atop him. His mind clearer for the moment, his thoughts raced to find some way to save Jamie and himself from their new life as Vanessa’s obedient baby girls.

Jamie was lifted off of him; she rubbed her eyes sleepily and gladly accepted a pacifier before being led to Vanessa’s bed where she quickly fell asleep with her butt stuck in the air as she clutched a teddy-bear. Despite the situation and the worry that flooded his mind with Jamie’s apparent acceptance of her babyhood, Jack remained still on the floor watching Vanessa as she slowly sauntered over.

“Time for nigh-nights baby girl,” Jack didn’t fight as he too was led to the bed, pacified, and tucked in, “Get some good rest, ‘cause after you two wake up mama’s going to be taking you two to the park! Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

Vanessa watched as Jack’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could voice or even show his concern the pacifier in his mouth began to move in and out and his half-lidded eyes drooped further and further.

Kissing Jack on the head, Vanessa cooed softly, “No more adult thoughts Jackie, just sweet dreams.”

Rebecca glowered at the textbook before her. She remembered hating learning algebra, but eventually getting over it as the material had begun to make sense. The twelve-year-old girl she was tutoring, Hannah, was in a similar situation; but Rebecca lacked the patience and the kindness to give the girl the same time and effort her own teacher had given her.

The majority of their sessions were usually filled with Rebecca’s sighing and snippy comments on the younger girl’s inability to make sense of the homework. It was clear that Hannah was making the best of the situation, but Rebecca cared not; she was eighteen-years-old, an honors student, and a beautiful young woman that could be doing far more important things if not for her parents’ insistence on her learning to work.

Sitting beside the younger, dark-haired girl, Rebecca absentmindedly watched over her shoulder as she once again forgot a fundamental rule in showing her work.

“No, Hannah, erase it. Do it again.”

The younger girl looked up at her, a look of confusion in her big, brown eyes, “What did I do wrong?”

Rebecca groaned aloud and wrestled the pencil from her grasp easily as she erased the last ten minutes of her work, “Do it again, but this time pay attention; honestly, this worksheet is elementary...like all your work. I don’t understand why you’re having such a hard time.” Rebecca tossed the pencil back on the desk and resumed her leisurely supervision with a sigh.

Returning her pencil to the worksheet, Hannah fumed for a moment as she stared at the problem. While she genuinely was having difficulty with the problem before her, the problem to her right she could easily solve. The older brunette has always been rude to her, and while Hannah could understand occasional frustration, it seemed as if Rebecca always had an attitude. Her most recent comment to Hannah was the last straw. Gathering what rudimentary powers she had learned over the past year, Hannah whispered her first spell.

Rebecca suddenly felt light-headed; feeling a wetness on her chin, she wiped it with her sleeve and was surprised to find drool on her hoodie. Hannah was staring at her expectantly.

“W-what?”

It almost seemed as if the girl was stifling a smile, “Can you please help me? I just don’t get it…”

Rebecca scoffed and pulled the worksheet over to herself, “Maybe we should ask your parents to hold you back a grade, I mean really…”

The words on the page looked the same as the ones she had seen before, but she felt as if she used to be able to make more sense of them. Doing her best to ignore the younger girl to her left, Rebecca reaches for the algebra book and flips to the chapter that pertains to the worksheet. Finding herself using the book to help her solve the problem rather than as a tool to help Hannah, Rebecca secretly breathes a sigh of relief as she eventually solves the equation before her.

God I’m rusty. I really thought this stuff was easy. I’m gonna have to refresh myself on this stuff before our next meeting.

“There, simple. That make sense?”

Rebecca watches as Hannah looks over the problem, scratching her head as she does so, “Well, I think the answer is right...but how did you get it?”

Rebecca opened her mouth to answer, but quickly found that she didn’t know.

What’s going on! This is the easiest stuff; I just solved it! I know this. Something isn’t right here. Why does my head feel so odd?

Once again, Hannah was looking a little too happy. Wiping her chin again with her sleeve, Rebecca scowled at the younger girl, “What’s so funny? I just solved the problem, of course I know how I got it.”

Looking cowed, at least for the moment, Hannah began to chew on her pencil; a nervous habit Rebecca had observed before, and had once had herself back when she was a younger more awkward girl.

“Could you show me? You’re my tutor…and you’re really smart.”

Rebecca suddenly felt as if she was the butt of some inside joke, but she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t feel a sudden flare of pride at that last comment.

“Well, alright.” Feeling surprisingly benevolent, Rebecca pulled out her pen and placed it to the paper.

Hannah watched with delight as Rebecca was obviously struggling with remembering how to solve a simple algebra equation. She wasn’t strong in the ways of magic like her aunt was; she had intended to turn Rebecca into a complete idiot as a means of payment for her cruel nature, but her own stunted abilities had caused the older girl to merely lose an undetermined amount of her intelligence each time she cast the spell. Upon hearing the words, Rebecca would immediately forget that they were spoken and would stare blankly at wherever she was looking before; by the time she snapped to, she had usually begun to drool on herself which Hannah found to be a nice touch.

Judging by her tapping on the paper and her chewing on the pen cap, Hannah could tell Rebecca was nervous. Their intelligence was equal now, if not a bit somewhat in Hannah’s favor. She wondered if Rebecca could tell.

Rebecca could feel herself sweating bullets now; she was very close to admitting to the girl she was tutoring that she couldn’t even solve one problem in her homework.

Was her work just harder this week? No...this is my handwriting. I solved it...didn’t I? I have to divert. Find some way out of this…

Hannah nearly giggled aloud as she spoke the words once more; she was the smarter one now. An eighteen-year-old dumber than the twelve-year-old she’s tutoring; the thought was too hilarious.

“Too hard?”

Rebecca stared in horror as Hannah took a tissue and wiped the drool off her chin, “Maybe we should start with something easier? Do you know what a variable is?”

Wait...aren’t I the tutor? Why am I drooling so much? Is she teaching me algebra? I’m in high-school. I’m an honors student! Why don’t I know what a variable is?!

Wanting to speed up the process Hannah began to speak the words again; however, Rebecca cut her off halfway, scrutinizing her with a deathly glare, “What are you murmuring over there you little runt? Are you making fun of me?!”

Rebecca went to stand but Hannah caught the aggressive young adult off-guard and pulled the her struggling into her lap. Despite the gap in size and age, the constant casting of the reduce intelligence spell combined with her abrupt standing had rendered Rebecca dazed and easily overpowered by twelve-year-old Hannah. Reduced to kicking her legs weakly in Hannah’s lap, Rebecca cried out in surprise as she felt a stinging slap to her exposed rear.

Hannah had flipped Rebecca’s skirt up onto her back and had yanked the striped panties firmly up the older girl’s crack, fully revealing the older girl’s pale butt cheeks, “I’ve had enough of your attitude! You’re supposed to be the adult tutoring me here, but all I see is a whiny child.” With a few quick slaps to Rebecca’s round cheeks, she had reduced the older girl to whimpering and desperately trying to block the blows with her hands. Hannah easily secured the girl’s wrists together with one of her hands and continued the assault, causing Rebecca to blubber and kick harder.

Keeping her hand poised above Rebecca’s backside, Hannah cast the spell once more before spanking again; she then repeated the process twice. Rebecca still had fight in her, but it was greatly overshadowed by her pathetic crying; then, abruptly, Rebecca suddenly stopped moving.

“No, no, no, nooooooooo. Plea-ea-ease…! I’m...I’m…!”

Rebecca freed her wrists from Hannah’s grasp and her hands quickly shot to her crotch. Tears and spit alike dripped from her chin as she began to openly sob; her body went limp in Hannah’s lap and the younger girl suddenly understood why. She could hear what Rebecca was doing, she could feel it in her lap, see it dribbling to the floor.

Rebecca, the actual adult, high-school honors student, and Hannah’s tutor had just wet herself during her spanking for a tantrum. Hannah hadn’t even cast a spell for this; life was just this fortuitus.

Hannah spanked the older girl one last time before allowing Rebecca to free herself. Her entire demeanor had changed; looking nervously at her feet, Rebecca was sniffling and fidgeting as Hannah stood and grabbed her by the hand.

“First you decide to throw a little tantrum because you don’t understand the work, and now you ruin my clothes and my carpet by wetting during your spanking. Are you proud of yourself?”

Not looking her in the eyes, Rebecca shook her head ‘no’.

“Well I’m going to show you what happens to little girls that like to pretend they’re grown up.”

Rebecca looked shocked at this. She attempted to pull away, but another intelligence reduction spell caused her to space out long enough for Hannah to easily drag her across the hallway and into the bathroom.

Rebecca had always acted as if she was above the majority of the situations she was in. Her tutoring sessions with Hannah had been far from helpful and had it not been for Hannah’s reluctance to try out her magic, she might have put an end to Rebecca’s insufferable attitude far sooner. While Hannah knew she was young, she also knew that she was no nuisance; many people, her age and older, complimented her on her well-behaved nature.

As Hannah led the red-cheeked Rebecca to the center of the bathroom, she thought to herself about how much more fitting their relationship was now.

“You are going to stay right here and remain silent until I return with a change of clothes, do you understand?” Rebecca remained silent, but nodded vehemently in agreement when another spanking was threatened.  

While she wanted to ditch Hannah and leave this embarrassment behind, there was no way to explain what had happened today.

I could say Hannah peed on the carpet and hide my panties; that might be believable...but why am I so stupid? Surely I’m smarter than this; I’m an honors student! How can I possibly explain this? Oh god...if someone walked in right now.

Rebecca looked down to her crotch and lifted her skirt slowly. She could feel the wetness, but the sudden sight of just how soaked her panties were what really drove her situation home. Even the tops of her knee-high socks and the fringe of her skirt was wet. Rebecca had wet herself whilst she was being spanked like a child, by a child; was there any lower place to fall?

Hannah reentered the room and found Rebecca absentmindedly staring at her own underwear a pained expression on her face.

“Alright, time to get you out of those wet clothes.” Hannah held a bundle of pink and pastel colored clothing; on her wrists she had a couple more hair ties than before as well. Rebecca paid little attention to these details.

Too humiliated to do more than follow instructions, Rebecca rid herself of her shoes, her socks, and her skirt. She handed them all begrudgingly to the younger girl. Next came her blouse and, at the behest of Hannah, any earrings and accessories as well. Eventually, Rebecca stood wearing only her soaked underwear and her bra; and those she refused to remove.

“Your underwear too, come on. We don’t have all day young lady.”

Hannah could see Rebecca gaining back a bit of her old ways. The older girl tapped her foot and crossed her arms, “Young lady?! Listen here, little girl, if I wanted to I could spank you for your attitude, do you understand? I don’t even know why, I’m putting up with this shi--”

Rebecca fell immediately silent as Hannah glared at her before turning and locking the bathroom door, “Would you like to apologize for your language and your behavior, or would you like another spanking?”

The smirk on Rebecca’s face was washed away with yet another cast of the spell. Her legs growing weak at the knees, the high-school honor student’s lips bubbled with spit before she stepped back and took a seat on the closed lid of the toilet. She stared blankly ahead as Hannah repeated the question.

“I-I’m sorry.” She finally managed after a few seconds.

“Panties and bra off. We need to get you out of those wet clothes already.”

Finding her mind surprisingly blank, Rebecca did as commanded; peeling the wet fabric from her crotch and down her legs. Next she went to her bra and found her fingers stumbling around the fabric.

“Now, Rebecca.”

She looked at Hannah angrily, “What did you do?”

Hannah smiled as she reached underneath a cabinet and pulled out a container of baby-wipes, “What are you upset about now?”

“Don’t patronize me! What did you do to my bra? Why can’t I get it off?”

With an ease and grace that stupefied Rebecca, Hannah deftly walked around to her side and easily unhooked the strap of her bra.

“It’s okay. You can admit when you don’t know how to do something. Now stand up.”

With strength that surprised her, Hannah grabbed Rebecca by the arm and lifted her back onto her feet. Taking a baby-wipe she ran the cold cloth over Rebecca’s crotch and thighs, much to the older girl’s embarrassment. Rebecca was surprised by how uncomfortable she felt; she usually prided herself on her beauty, but standing here now in front of Hannah like this made her feel like a naughty child, not a proud adult.

Grabbing the pile of clothes, she set them beside the sink and pulled a brightly colored rectangular shape out from among the pile and opened it in front of Rebecca. Stretched in front of her was a pull-up decorated with cartoon princesses and ponies.

“There is no way in hell that you are putting me in that.” Rebecca laughed aloud.

Who does this girl think she is? My babysitter? Does she think she’s playing house? Cute…

Rebecca yelped as her left butt cheek was slapped, “Were you thinking that to yourself this morning too? ‘There’s no way I’ll ever be caught wetting myself and crying during a spanking today.’ Do you remember that? You wetting yourself like a baby all over the place. I’m not putting you in pull-ups for fun; you need them obviously!”

Rebecca opened her mouth to deliver a scathing reply, but instead her voice caught in her throat and she stammered for a moment before feeling her eyes grow wet.

Oh god...don’t cry. Just do what she says…

Looking away, Rebecca allowed one foot then another to be guided into the pull-up. She felt her lip quivering as it was pulled up past her thighs and secured snuggly around her waist. Looking down at the disposable underwear she found a part of herself amazed that these pull-ups didn’t fit her too tightly like she thought they would, but instead fit her as if they were intended for someone her age to wear them. They were snug; comfy, though she would never admit it; and crinkled as she moved her hips slightly.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Hannah pulling loose the next piece of clothing: a pastel pink t-shirt featuring multiple cartoon princesses and poofy sleeves; the word princess covered the chest in glitter.

Feeling surprisingly pitiful, Rebecca kindly pleaded with Hannah, “Please don’t make me wear that…” Hannah ignored her, however, and soon the aggressively juvenile shirt was pulled over her head. Even though it fit her chest surprisingly well, the shirt came short to her waist by a few inches, leaving her belly button completely exposed.

Hannah handed her a pair of matching pink, frilled shorts next, “I’ll let the ‘big girl’ see if she can put those on.”

With a scoff Rebecca stepped into the cutesy shorts and pulled them up her legs. They were tight and did little to hide the outline and the trim of the pull-up underneath. Placing her hands on her hips, Rebecca smirked at Hannah; a look of confidence restored plainly on her face, “Well? Who’s the little girl now, huh? I put on my shorts didn’t I?”

“Yes, and I’m very proud of you, Rebecca; but let’s put them on the right way this time, shall we?”  Hannah shook her head and chuckled as she tugged the backwards shorts down Rebecca’s legs; her tutor was dumber than she thought.

After pulling the shorts up, correctly this time, and helping Rebecca button them; she brought the older girl in front of the mirror. Rebecca was the average height for her age, but with Hannah’s naturally tall frame and the babyish clothing; Rebecca was beginning to think the tables had turned on her. She no longer felt at all like the adult.

Preoccupied with trying to hide her padded status by pulling down her shirt, Rebecca didn’t notice as Hannah began to pull her hair into pigtails. It wasn’t until a pacifier was being pushed into her mouth that Rebecca again looked into the mirror at herself.

An oversized toddler looked back at her. Her breasts were still large, and without a bra on her nipples showed through the princess shirt easily, but with the princesses, the pigtails, the pacifier, and the pull-up, Rebecca felt as if she was the one in need of tutoring.

More like babysitting…

“There! Don’t you just look lovely?” Hannah tugged upward on the waistband of the pull-up and fussed with the various articles of clothing as Rebecca fidgeted and absentmindedly sucked on the pacifier in her mouth.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! ...although...sucking on it is kind of comforting…

“Now, I need to get back to my homework and you, baby girl, have some toys to play with.”

Toys?! I don’t care what she says, I’m not some dumb baby!

Rebecca flinched from Hannah’s grasp and drew back, intent on letting the younger girl know exactly how she felt, “Hannah, I’m not a baby! I’m not going to pway with toys!” Rebecca fumed at Hannah’s giggling. She couldn’t help the lisp; she was sucking on a pacifier. “Somefinn’s happenin, I’m nah thupid!” Rebecca made to pull the pacifier free of her mouth, but instead hooked her finger around the ring attached to it and left it there, “You i- somefinn oo me, i-n’t you?!”

Hannah crossed her arms and cast a satisfied look Rebecca’s way, “Honestly, Becky, your imagination is really running rampant today. C’mon, let’s go put you down for a nap.” Rebecca slapped at the offered hand, “My name is nah Becky! It’s Webecca!”

The overgrown toddler before her was beginning to annoy Hannah; it was time to make things much more manageable.

“Alright, little-miss-pee-panties, it’s time for a pop-quiz. If you fail, I want to stop hearing all this ‘big-girl’ nonsense.”

Rebecca said nothing for a moment, a look of genuine thought on her face.

“Buh wha if I win?”

Hannah smiled as she took Rebecca by the hand, “Well then I’ll let you wear some training panties; and if you can keep those dry for a while, then we’ll go out and get you your first pair of big-girl panties, okay?” Rebecca practically skipped out of Hannah’s grasp; she was eager to get to Hannah’s room and ‘prove herself’.

Hannah will see! The look that’ll be on her face when I keep my panties dry! What kind of panties should I get? Kitties?! Kitties...kitty panties? Training panties…? Wait...w--

“Becky, sit over here.” Hannah seated herself in the center of her room next to a piece of paper and some crayons on the floor. She patted the carpet next to her and motioned for Rebecca to come over, “If you can finish your homework, you can be a big girl.”

Her train of thought derailed once more, Rebecca approached wearily, “‘Kay...buh my name’s nah Becky…” As she seated herself, Hannah placed her arm around her and pulled her into a motherly hug, “There’s no need to worry, baby, I pulled it from your backpack; you’ve already done it...you just need to sign your name.”

...this is so easy! I’ll show her...she’ll make me a big girl again...no more pull-ups…

Grasping for her favorite color of crayon, Rebecca moved slightly from Hannah’s grasp and crawled to the page, giddy to rid herself of her new padded underwear.

Pressing the pink crayon to the page with her writing hand in a fist, the paper bent under the pressure and into the carpet. Nearly tearing the page in her difficulty, she ended up scrawling a large ‘|’ in the page before pausing momentarily. Hannah kept her excitement to a minimum. She knew the face Rebecca was making well; it was one she had seen many a time babysitting.

Baby Becky needed to go potty.

Hannah stroked Rebecca’s hair gently and scratched her back as she chanted her spell. Whatever intelligence the poor girl had was dwindling to nothing under her dutiful touch. Rebecca’s body tensed for a moment before relaxing greatly, a loud fart issuing from her padded rear as she noisily sucked on the pacifier in her mouth.

...oh...that felt so good...guess I must be gassy...d-did Hannah hear? Did I ju--

Hannah tapped the paper before her, distracting her like the child she so resembled, “Finish your name, baby. Do you know how to spell ‘Becky’?”

Rebecca scowled at her before drawing a half circle at the top of the ‘|’ that was far angular than it should have been. She grunted and closed her eyes, raising her butt in the air and farting loudly again.

Sounding almost drunk Rebecca giggled behind her pacifier, “Of couse I can spewl my name!”

Hannah cooed as her once haughty tutor farted again loudly and finished the first letter:

‘B’

“Good girl Becky! Can you get the rest? ‘E, C, K, Y?’”

Did I just...?! DAMMIT! She’s making me think funny...feel funny...I’ve had enough of this!

“I wan another twy! My name is WEBECCA!”

Hannah studied the angry girl before her. Her infantile demeanor had lessened and it looked like she had managed to stop her humiliating gas. She was so close; Hannah need only distract her.

“‘Rebecca’, maybe you’d like to play with some blocks? Show me how smart you are! Can you get them in the right holes?”

Rebecca turned baffled to see a small assortment of toys behind her, among them was a set of blocks and a wooden structure with shaped holes. Clutching the sheet and crayon with her fist, she turned and walked on her knees to the blocks before sitting on her padded rear in front of them. The thought of ‘how had they shown up?’ quickly turned to ‘how does this work?’. Rebecca looked from the beginning of ‘Becky’ scrawled like an illiterate child on her homework to the blocks that utterly stumped her. Desperately trying to position herself so that Hannah would not see, she attempted multiple times to fit the square peg into the triangle hole, not certain as to what she was doing wrong.

Babies can do this, Rebecca! Babies! You’re not a baby...you’re a bi--an adult!

Hannah cast another rudimentary manifest spell and summoned a TV on the wooden table behind Rebecca. With a flick of her wrist, a remote appeared in her hand. The TV flickered on and the high pitched squeals and neon colors quickly grabbed Rebecca’s attention, quickly causing her lost interest in both her name and the blocks.

Adults can watch cartoons...my sister wears big girl panties and she watches cartoons...but...she’s younger than me...right? I wuh-wear pull-ups?

Hannah watched as a line of drool slowly began to drip from Rebecca’s chin down to her princess shirt. With ease, she reached over and grabbed the sheet from the distracted older girl, “Well, it looks like you’ve failed; looks like you are, in fact, just a little girl who doesn’t even know her basic shapes or how to spell her name, not the big girl high-school honors student you keep claiming to be.”

Rebecca looked as if it was taking all her might not to look at the television screen. Turning her head, Rebecca’s eyes were wide open as she looked from the paper to Hannah.

“-uh...b-buh I was’n done yet!” She attempted to snatch the paper from Hannah’s grasp, but ended up just falling face first into the carpet instead, clearly upset, “I was gonna be valuh...dic…”

Oh no...don’t tell me, I don’t even know the word anymore...the principal told me I was a shoe in…

Hannah just smiled and gently grabbed Rebecca by the armpits, lifting the girl to her knees, then assisting her as she stood. Taking her by the elbow, she led the distraught Rebecca to a chair she had conjured only moments ago when Rebecca had been so enthralled by her cartoons. Placing the older girl in the chair, Hannah returned to her homework, “You’re to stay in that corner until you can admit and start acting your age, Becky.”

Rebecca looked down at the ridiculously small chair she had been forced to sit on; a small, brightly painted wooden stool that was so low to the ground that Rebecca’s knees came to her chest as she sat in it.

What does Hannah want from me? I’ve done everything...I’m not even getting mad about the name thing. I’m not a little girl...I just had an accident...just cause she’s babysitting me doesn’t mean she can treat me like a baby...wait...wait, no that’s not right...is it?

Like a scared child, Rebecca turned her head slowly; she could see Hannah dutifully doing her homework. On the floor next to her were two bags: one yellow bookbag which Rebecca remembered being Hannah’s (Rebecca’s was never so juvenile), and a large pink bag with a strap. It sat open near Hannah’s feet. Baby powder, wipes, and large cartoon-print diapers were among its visible contents. A tag on the strap indicated that it was: ‘Becky’s Diaper Bag.’

Where did my backpack go? When did that diaper bag get here? It-it’s not mine...but...she used those wipes on me earlier...does that mean those are my diapers? No...it was just an accident! I don’t want to wear diapers! I’m not a baby!

Hannah looked from her homework to her clock across the room. She still had plenty of time to finish up her work with Rebecca, but she would need to move things along soon enough. Luckily for her, the older girl was already spiralling, and as Hannah turned her attention to the distraught Rebecca another loud fart sounded from the stool where she sat.

Rebecca was eyeing the diaper bag, a distraught look on her face; completely oblivious to the stomach cramps that plagued her currently, “Becky turn around. No cartoons until you do as you’re told!”

Rebecca looked at her, a look of determination that melted as soon as she realized the word cartoon was spoken to her. Hannah watched as the older girl blatantly refused to turn around but instead turned toward the TV. She smiled; mentally distracted was just what she wanted. Hannah turned back to her homework.

She doesn’t even know I’m watching TV! What a dumba--! What a...a...stupid-head!

From the corner of her eye, Hannah watched as Rebecca leaned in the direction of the TV, her pull-up sticking further out the back of her cutesy shorts. Still gassy, the girl grunted once more before a look of utter shock crossed her face. A look of pure satisfaction on her face, Hannah pretended not to notice.

Wha--, did...did I just. No...no...no. I’m gonna poop. I have to get to the bathroom. Oh...gosh...po--poopy.

Rebecca sat in the stool, conflicted and keeping an eye on Hannah. If she were to make a run for it, she needed to be discrete at first. She needed to get some distance before Hannah noticed.

I used to run track! I can run. She’s just a big kid…

Feeling another cramp hit her, she decided to go for it. Preparing herself mentally, Rebecca bolted off the stool.

Hannah watched with glee as Rebecca stumbled off the stool groaning and holding her rear end. She waddled forward as quick as she could before tripping on a block and falling face first in front of the door. While she couldn’t see the older girl’s face, she could tell from the whimpering that her tutor was on the verge of crying, and she could see why. Judging by the wet spots around her thighs, Rebecca had just wet herself again.

“No…” Rebecca managed to push herself back to her feet and continue to waddle quickly out the door. Hannah followed, intrigued to see where this would go.

Hannah found Rebecca in the bathroom. She stood crying, her hands desperately trying to unbutton her shorts as she held her stomach. Rebecca looked up, looking surprisingly hopeful.

“Elp ee. Eed oo otty! Annah pease.”

With mock concern, Hannah hugged the sobbing girl and patted her rear end. She cooed as she stroked her back, “Baby? What’s the matter? I can’t understand you with that paci in your mouth.” Rebecca attempted to break free of the hug, to try and grab the pacifier in her mouth or to spit it out, but nothing would work. She felt her body work against her; no matter her own complete humiliation, she sighed with relief as with one final push she began to mess her pull-ups.

I...I pooped my pull-ups. I’m still doing it...I...I can’t stop it. I’m...imma baby...Becky baby…?

Hannah consoled the older, whimpering girl as she finished filling her pull-ups. She could feel the heat and weight of the ‘accident’ as she patted the girl’s bottom. The pull-up could barely contain the mess and there was no doubt in Hannah’s mind that these shorts would need to be washed diligently. Baby Becky needed to be put back in diapers.

Reducing Rebecca’s intelligence further as she walked the waddling girl back to her room, Hannah began to mentally prepare the other spells she would need to finish Rebecca’s attitude adjustment.

Her adult like demeanor gone from her, Rebecca sniffled as she squatted in front of the TV. Hannah could hear the older girl’s childlike giggling as she laid out the contents of the diaper bag next to her, “Come on, Becky, time to get you changed.”

Rebecca turned sharply, an angry look on her face, “No! Nuh-uh no diapies! Nah baby! Becky big girl!” Hannah sighed aloud as she stood and grabbed the girl by the hand. Her struggling was weak and a quick spank to her messy rear caused the older girl to nearly burst into tears.

Nooooo...Becky...Re-Rebecca...big girl...big adult...don’t let Hannah...baby yo--

Rebecca grew silent as she watched Hannah pull the messy disposable down her legs. A look of disgust crossed her face before she whimpered loudly. Hannah wiped her down, undressed her and pulled the naked, older girl across the baby blanket she had placed on the ground.

“You know ‘Rebecca’, if you had just been nice, this wouldn’t have happened. You could have just treated people with respect...acted your age...but now…” Rebecca was gone, the drooling idiot on the teddy-bear print blanket before her was named Becky and she needed to be put in diapers before she had another accident. Hannah took her time placing the thick princess-print diaper underneath the girl’s butt. She powdered her liberally, and took time to elicit giggles from Rebecca through tickling as she began to chant the spells that would finalize Rebecca’s diapered fate.

“...now you’re just a diaper messing burden aren’t you? You’ll need someone to feed you, to bathe you...you’ll even need someone to wipe your little bottom; yes you will!” Rebecca gurgled in excitement at the babytalk and the tickling.

Diapie feels good...I wuv my mommy...Hannah big girl...me dumb baby…

“Baby. Me baby!”

Hannah smiled as she conjured a onesie in her hands. Making sure Rebecca didn’t see her magic was no longer a concern so long as she was convinced of her infantile nature. It was difficult getting the older girl in it, but snapping the crotch closed to Rebecca’s ‘Baby Princess’ onesie was well worth it.

“Does baby Becky like her diapers?”

The girl assented absentmindedly as she rolled to her stomach and crawled to the blocks on the ground. Letting her pacifier finally fall free of her mouth she put the circle block between her lips and sucked on it noisily, gurgling as she did so.

“Does Becky like being a baby?”

Rebecca nodded. Her eyes now fixated on the TV across the room.

“So...tell me baby, is your babysitter Hannah smarter than you?”

Rebecca spoke around the block in her mouth, “Uh huh!” Reclining onto her back she raised her feet in the air and began to play with them. Losing interest in the block, she spat it out and began to pull her toes to her lips.

Pulling her phone free of her pocket, Hannah began to record, “So who’s a big dumb baby girl?”

Rebecca made to sit up but instead fell to her side. Looking directly at Hannah and the phone she answered with giddy excitement, “ME! Becky dumb baby girl!” Rebecca then began to suck on her toes much to Hannah’s delight.

“Awww! You’re absolutely adorable Becky. I can’t wait to show this to your mommy and daddy!”

...
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Wha-What...am...I...doing…? Hard...to...think...Rebecca. REBECCA. Have to snap out of it...my toes...I’m sucking on them...like...like a big baby! They taste good-no, funny...no, smart gir-women...who are honors...honors students...valuh...valedic...I am going to be valuh...dic...taurian...smart women...don’t suck their dirty toes!
…
Oh no...I pee-p-pissed myself...two times-twice. I...oh gosh...oh god...I pooped myself...Hannah changed me ‘cause I pooped myself!
…
Cartoons...funny cartoons...nice to watch...make Reb-Becky happy! NO! Rebecca no like...I...I don’t like this. I need to get out. I need to get help! Before...before I’m dumb forever! Before...before I...don’t know any better…

Hannah all the while, had been working her magic. Rebecca had mastered her mind for the moment, but her body still refused to listen. It was taking all her effort to pull her toes from her suckling mouth. She even felt a pang of remorse as she was left with nothing to suck on. Seeing Rebecca move from the corner of her eye, she decided to put an end to these shenanigans.

Pressing the older girl firmly onto her back, she pressed Rebecca’s padded crotch with her foot and held her phone in front of Rebecca, the earlier recording playing.

‘ME! Becky dumb baby girl!’ Rebecca flinched as the audio looped on the phone. Footage of her drooling all over her toes played before her and she desperately, but weakly, attempted to swat it away.

“Not so smart now, are you? What were you doing the session before this? Bragging about how you were certain to be valedictorian? How you were certain you were going to get so many people asking you to prom? How certain are you now? Can’t be valedictorian if you can’t even spell your name.” Hannah was beside herself with glee as the girl that was once her tormentor looked to be on the verge of crying again. “You’re not even ready for kindergarten, let alone high school! You think anyone will ask a diaper-wearing, toe-sucking baby like you to prom?”

Rebecca managed to slip away from Hannah’s foot, recoiling in fear of the now clearly dominant girl, “Maybe if you’re a good girl and do what I say, they’ll let you in preschool in a few years; until then it’ll be nothing but daycare and babysitters. Not that you’ll mind; it’s not hard to keep that little brain of yours occupied...is it?”

In the distance a doorbell rang, and Rebecca tore her attention away from the devilish grin of the girl she could once tutor. She bolted for the door; waddling worse than before due to the thickness of her diaper, but managing to dodge the toys scattered around her. Hannah watched her go, knowing full well that she could easily apprehend and discipline the oversized baby; but knowing what lay in store for Rebecca downstairs was far more interesting.

Finally managing to toddle to the top of the stairs, Rebecca began to slowly walk down; finding that she was far less coordinated and far more terrified of walking down the very things she walked up only hours ago.

The doorbell rang again. Rebecca wasn’t even halfway down the stairs yet. She needed to reach whoever was on the other side of that door, before it was too late. Then, without warning, a pair of hands grabbed her about the armpits and lifted her. She was turned in mid-air to find that the hands belonged to Hannah. She kicked and flailed her arms but it was no use; Hannah’s grip was like iron.

“H-how?”

Hannah just shrugged and pushed a pacifier into Rebecca’s mouth, “Magic.”

Instead of heading upstairs, Hannah held Rebecca like a child, her diapered rear supported by one hand, her back held by the other, as she walked her downstairs. Rebecca stretched her neck to see, knowing it was futile to so much as move and that no matter how many times she tried to spit, the pacifier stayed put.

Hannah opened the door to reveal Rebecca’s family waiting, smiles on their faces.

“Om! Ad! Thasha! Annah ake ee aaby! Aaaaaave eeeeeeee!”

“Awww, fussy today isn’t she?”

“Well she usually is cranky at this time of day, maybe put her down for a nap once we leave.”

Muh-mom? Dad? I’m...I’m not a baby! No...no...no...no...not fair...how...how am I a baby?! Why are they treating me like this?! I’m a big girl! A BIG GIRL!

“Well we just came by to thank you for watching her for the weekend. We don’t usually take trips like this.”

“Yes. We’re certain she would have loved it were she older, but since she’s just a baby we thought it would be best for everyone if she just stayed here with a babysitter. Your parents are okay with having our little girl here?”

Rebecca wasn’t listening so much as trying not to start wailing like the baby everyone claimed she was.

“Uh huh! We’ve put my old nursery stuff in my room so Becky can have somewhere to play and sleep comfortably, and they understand; we’ve had to spray our place for bugs before too. Only we just decided to stay at a hotel nearby. I have to say I’m jealous of you Sasha!”

Rebecca’s younger sister gave Hannah a big smile, “Just be sure to keep her nice and cute for when we get back! I can’t wait to get in some sister bonding time.” Sasha looked directly at Rebecca now and winked before leaning in and kissing her forehead. As she was close, she whispered, “Don’t worry Rebecca...or should I say Becky? Your secret is safe with Hannah and me! No one will ever know how much of a mean big sister you used to be to me.”

No...NO…

“Aasha aid eecky oot aaby! Aasha aid-”

But her parents paid her no attention; instead, they kissed her, hugged her, and bid her goodbye.

Rebecca sat dumbstruck in Hannah’s arms. There was no hope of escape for her and as Hannah slowly began to climb the stairs back to her room, she began to cry as Hannah cooed and whispered, “Enough of that Becky. It’s time for baby girls to take their nap. No need to worry about grades anymore, just eating, sleeping, and pooping for you…”

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Strapped down and helpless, the strange allure of this one last humiliation is overpowering.

Cooing at your choice, your captor puts the blue bottle down on the nightstand next to the crib and leans over you. Her breasts pressing firmly against your chest, she whispers: “Open up.”

Without resisting you open your lips and begin to suckle on the large nipple. As the liquid pours down your throat, you feel a warmness beginning at your crotch that slowly begins to wash over your body. You feel a hand working at your diaper, kneading the padding over your cock; you find yourself unable to do anything but hump the redhead’s hand. The thick, bitter liquid begins to dribble over your lips and down your chin as you begin to focus less on suckling neatly and more on your overwhelming desire to cum.

You nearly orgasm as the stranger slips her bare hand into your diaper; the mere touch of her flesh on yours causing you to moan uncontrollably.

“You are no longer --”

For a moment, your breath catches in your throat. You could have sworn she said your name, but you quickly remember that you don’t have a name; in fact, you don’t remember anything about yourself prior to this moment.

Her eyes are fixated upon yours and you find yourself suckling the last drops of liquid as she continues to tell you about yourself:

“Your name is Sissy, and that’s all that you are: a diaper wearing, dress loving, good little boy that loves to do as he is told.” Hanging on her every word, you feel your eyes begin to droop as she removes the bottle from your mouth and replaces it with an even larger pacifier than before.

“Enjoy your last orgasm as a free man. Once you wake, little Sissy, you’ll only be allowed to cum on command...”

Drooling all over yourself you feel your cock begin to ejaculate into the warmth of your caretaker’s hand. You whimper like a dog and quickly find yourself sighing in relief as you wet yourself without shame.

“Nightie night, princess; see you in class…”

…

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light around you. It feels as if you’ve slept for an entire day, but you have no idea just how long you were gone.

The first thing you’re aware of is that your diaper is in desperate need of a change. Remembering how you would react in such a situation, you begin to cry aloud, whimpering and sobbing for ‘Mommy.’

Laughter erupts around you as chatty voices perk up from forms that take shape in the light: half naked men and women, dressed in diapers and infantile clothing. You sit apart from them, elevated in a highchair, your arms and legs strapped to the chair. Despite wearing a rather poofy dress, you know that from the way your legs are spread, that everyone can see the mess you’ve made. This upsets you even as you feel yourself becoming aroused. You whimper as you remember the cage now keeping your tiny cock in check.

“What’s the matter Sissy? Did baby fill his diaper?” The mysterious redhead that bottle fed you before appears beside the highchair. With a few quick movements, she frees you from the chair and pulls you up onto her hip. She squeezes your messy rear end and then holds her nose in mock disgust.

“Almost everyone else has learned to use the potty, but you can’t can you? Or is it that you won’t? Does someone want to stay in diapers forever?” More laughter from your classmates. Among them you’re shocked to find Liz giggling and drooling around her toes, her own diaper yellowed and sagging.

“What’s the matter cutie? Surprised to see Lizzy soaked and sucking on her toes like an idiot? I imagine if she could still think like an adult she would think so too. The only difference between you two is that you’ve still got some fight in you; too many adult thoughts. It’s time we ended that sweetie.”

Your new teacher brings you to a rocking chair in front of the class and places you in her lap. Removing her shirt and bra, she exposes her nipples and pulls you close, “Don’t worry after this I can remove that cock cage. Cumming will be as mundane and unpreventable as pissing yourself once your mind is gone like Lizzy. It’s such a shame too...not you; Lizzy was such a smart girl.”

With a light brush of her nipple on your cheek, you instinctually latch on and begin to suckle. As more and more breast milk spurts into your mouth, you begin to feel as if you’re losing consciousness, but the feeling of milk pouring down your throat remains.

…

Not knowing why Lizzy, humps her teddy bear in her crib as she watches Sissy get spanked for the night. If she could think she would probably be fixated on how feminine the boy looked and she would wonder why he looked so familiar; instead, she came once, then twice and promptly fell asleep.

…

Strangewater was quiet that night as the student body was put to sleep. Many snuggled in their cribs, humping, wetting, messing, or sleeping; others paced their cages, unable to sleep knowing they were helpless to free themselves from the disciplinary staff. You snored peacefully as you sucked on the pacifier in your mouth, slowly grinding your hips against the soft bedding of your crib. In the far corners of the campus, the disciplinary staff celebrate their effortless take over of the school.

End of your story, Sissy.

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The Malik bazaar awash with color. Due to its proximity to the Jalish Spaceport and relative security compared to the rest of the planet, the bazaar remained a safe place to humans for the most part. While many of the delicacies of the Jalish were to die for, and the architecture of the horned peoples were well known for their infinite intricacies across the galaxy; humanity remained one of the few fledgling species incapable of defending themselves against many alien customs and thus found themselves in danger on many planets in nearby solar systems.

Despite the danger, a young woman by the name of Hannah had decided to visit the planet as part of her training for intersolar relations. Even though the Jalish government found it unimportant from policing their people against heinous acts toward foreign species, the purple-and-black-skinned Jalish remain one of the few alien species that deigns to view humanity as an equal.

Hannah knew, however, that all the inhabitants of the Jalish homeworld were not of like mind and thus when she stepped out of the transport and got her first glimpse of the Jalish amidst the crowded halls of the spaceport, she felt her breath nearly catch in her throat. As a young woman in her early twenties, having a small frame and a cute demeanor, Hannah felt as if she stood among giants poised to steal her away at any moment. While the Jalish were taller than the tallest human on average, Hannah’s petite size made the height difference far more extreme. Their skin was a solid, light purple that darkened as it neared the extremities until it was pitch black around the fingertips, toes, horns, and sexual organs.

The Jalish were a sexual people; it was oftentimes said that many early Jalish conflicts were solved when one leader reduced the other to a sex slave. It remained not uncommon to this day that many political leaders kept their failed political rivals as pets. It was with this knowledge from her intersolar handbook that Hannah had to go off of and shudder at as she approached one of the many exit platforms. A Jalish female stood at a desk, her long dark hair hung loose to either side of her neck and went just low enough to hide her exposed nipples. It was odd for Hannah to see a spaceport official in such a lack of clothing, but this was yet again another jalish normality.

As she handed over her paperwork, Hannah discreetly checked to make sure her translator was on and working; she was thankful for the device in such a foreign place. The woman looked from Hannah to the photo in her intersolar trainee guidebook repeatedly and Hannah couldn’t help but blush at the sudden feeling of scrutiny cast at her entire form. Underneath this woman’s gaze she felt like a piece of meat at a butcher’s shop.

Instead of handing back the paperwork, the Jalish female slid it across the countertop and pressed herself forward; causing Hannah to need to stand on her tiptoes in order to grab it back. She nearly froze as the female laughed, her hair moving ever so slightly exposing the dark-nippled breast underneath.

“A small thing like you needs to be careful. Even Malik bazaar can be a dangerous spot for humans, especially since you are all so weak to our wiles.”

Standing up from a chair Hannah didn’t know existed, the Jalish female stood even taller and walked outside the desk. Her curved horns were black to the tip and nearly touched the sign above her desk as she reached her full height. Bending over, she lightly patted Hannah’s rear nearly sending her stumbling out the gate, “Remember, humans don’t get lost here...they just find something they didn’t know they were looking for!”

Hannah stood at the spaceport entrance for a while. She could feel the heat in her reddened face, and was embarrassed to admit that she had felt turned on throughout the entire interaction.

Am I really that weak willed? Or was she just toying with me; maybe they can turn it off and on…

She had to breathe deeply as she made her way to the bazaar, Jalish surrounded her now. Men and women alike shopped at various stalls and spent their time people watching from nearby benches. Hannah could feel the stares of many as she walked down the steps of the spaceport; she was thankful her nipples weren’t showing through her shirt, but she pulled her coat tight none-the-less. The men were particularly distracting for her. The cock of a male Jalish is known to be mental poison to most foreign species, causing many foreign dignitaries to end up as breeding stock or fuck-toys for the horned people; as such, laws were enacted to keep males from being naked in certain parts of the city. This didn’t keep Hannah from staring.

As she reached the bazaar, she became distracted enough with the beauty of alien culture to engross herself in something else beside the race of small giants around her. Going from stall to stall, she took pictures and notes at the extravagant devices that the Jalish were known for creating. Wondrous new technology that humanity could never have fathomed was being sold at almost every stall as if it were a popular newspaper.

Ever so immersed in her note-taking, Hannah barely noticed the moans on the wind; but as they increased in volume she found herself terribly distracted to the point of investigation.

In the center of the bazaar, on a large wooden stage, what looked like three smaller Jalish sat in cages. Their horns were stunted, and their colors were far less extreme than those of the other Jalish she had seen. Two of the three were pregnant, something Hannah thought impossible for the Jalish as they were a species dependent on ‘livestock breeding’ as it was called.

That was when she understood.

Hannah had heard of what happened to those who went outside the bazaar unprotected, but she had never seen it. Part of it was that the Jalish needed other species to breed and as such, once one became bred by a Jalish they were too important to be let go; the other part was that many species were fearful of interacting with their ‘tainted’ brethren for fear of conversion through proximity. As far as she knew, if she were to show up back at the spaceport pregnant, they would hand her off to be put with other breeders at some discreet location never to be seen on Earth again.

Men were not as fortunate. Getting fucked by a Jalish as a male would render you impotent, feminize your body, and leave you looking enough like a breeder to entice Jalish males to practically use you like an inanimate sex toy.

The thought of being in one of the cages on that stage filled Hannah with a strange arousal so powerful that she was forced to actually look at the Jalish in front of them to feel less on edge. After a moment of listening she discovered that the three before her were once high-ranking human government officials and were being sold to the highest bidder. That was when Hannah discovered the Jalish had a thing for ruining talent. Her disgust at the situation finally overpowering her dread curiosity, Hannah made a quick retreat further into the crowd toward the outskirts of the bazaar.

Thankful to be away from her species’ humiliation, Hannah found herself walking along the edge of the bazaar, admiring the beautiful craftsmanship on the nearby buildings. Then, absentmindedly taking a risk she had only moments before vowed to never do, she stepped into an alley leading away from the crowds, her eyes fixated on a carving of Jalish orgies that went along the top of the building beside her.

Hannah barely noticed as a couple of young male Jalish stepped behind her.

“Lovely isn’t it? It’s surprising the way we Jalish have adapted as a culture.”

Hannah’s eyes widened as she turned her head only to find herself dwarfed by two Jalish. The both of them stood calmly next to her, one appeared to also be admiring the artwork while the other spent no time pretending to do anything else than stare at Hannah’s form.

“Don’t you humans ever get tired of such dreadful things.” With one quick swipe of a fingernail, the Jalish ripped Hannah’s shirt and bra in half causing Hannah to fall backward and shout in surprise. The lead Jalish’s accomplice caught her with ease and she felt herself shudder with a strange delight as she felt her head rest on his firm abs. Even though the hands gripped her gently, she could feel the hidden giant’s strength he possessed as he hoisted her up.

“Humans are unique among the galaxy in that they are very visually similar to us. The major differences being our coloration, our size and strength, and our far superior intelligence.” Hannah kicked her legs with all her strength only to watch the Jalish catch both her ankles with ease, “It must be frightening to know just how helpless you are right now, but do not be afraid. We are your betters, we know what it best for you.”

Placing both her ankles in one hand, the lead Jalish grabs at Hannah’s chest; easily ripping her bra completely off and allowing the Jalish behind her to get ahold of her wrists. Dangling helplessly between the two, Hannah can only watch as her pants are removed and her panties ripped from between her legs. Left naked, with her underwear dangling in shreds around her knees, Hannah is suddenly filled with a deep dread; images of the cages in the bazaar fill her head and she can only imagine what it must be like to see from inside those bars. She cries out for help, but the Jalish only laugh.

“Shush girl, you’re only harming that pretty voice of yours. I will give you something to shout about.” Hannah’s voice caught in her throat as she felt the cock of the Jalish growing hard against her ass. She watched in amazement as the Jalish in front of her let go of her ankles and removed the loincloth around his waist.

“Yulti, bend her over. I’ve got first fuck and she looks ready.”

Yelping in shock, Hannah is quickly flipped over with her wrists pulled painfully behind her back. She feels the lead Jalish position himself behind her and spread her legs. Hannah grows embarrassingly wet as he rubs his large cock along the inside of her leg. She breathes sharply out of her nose as it slides over her lips.

How can this be happening...I’m supposed to be smart…

“Animalistic, isn’t it? How your body responds to mine. This is a popular position, you know? Yulti’s cock remains close to your face as I impregnate you, keeping his pheromones constantly present in your system. While it doesn’t render you willing, it certainly makes the process...easy.”

Impregnate.

The word filled Hannah’s head like no other. She was going to be bred.

As the lead Jalish inserted himself inside her, Hannah cried out further for help. She didn’t want to be used in such a way. She didn’t want to feel reduced to ‘breeding livestock’. A cock in her mouth quickly shut her up.

Heat radiated from her pussy, as the lead Jalish plowed her. Jalish did not fuck women solely for pleasure; despite their advanced status, they fucked primarily out of instinct. Their cocks did not cum once during sex, but throughout; and so, when Hannah began to taste the bitter taste that was Jalish cum she realized that her pussy was far more full than she could ever imagine. She could feel the warm, thick liquid trailing down the side of her thighs and dripping onto the cobblestone underneath her.

“By now you should already be pregnant, and so all the extra sperm will serve to make you more desirable. Each thrust will change your appearance, reduce your intelligence, make you pliable. You will praise me for giving you such full breasts, such a perfect womb.”

No, no, never! Oh god, my hair!

Hannah’s hair had begun to lengthen, the brown curls that had characterized her appearance had begun to darken and straighten into the hair of a Jalish.

Hannah cursed herself for the pleasure she felt, the noises she made as the Jalish cocks inside her continued to work their ‘magic’ on her.

“I can see your ass turning purple, bitch. You’ll make a fine breeder, the children you will bear will make our race proud.”

The one in her mouth came first. A Jalish orgasm is a powerful thing, and being mostly human still, Hannah was unprepared as dark Jalish cum filled her mouth causing her to gag. A strong hand gripped her jaw tight as the cock in her mouth continued to unload at a breakneck pace.

“You will need it slut. Eat it up. It only gets easier.”

Unable to do anything else, Hannah did as commanded; eventually finding herself embarrassingly good at completely sucking down the ejaculate that once filled her mouth. Pulling out, Hannah was removed from the cock behind her as well and turned over. She cried out as she witnessed the size and coloration of her breasts.

I’m really becoming one of them, dear god. It’s over...it’s all…

Hannah’s eyes widened as the Jalish behind her repositioned her on the lead Jalish’s cock. She hadn’t seen it hard. She was surprised she took it with such ease. The tip of the cock was black like her nipples, the shaft had to be at least a foot in length and was throbbing.

“Eventually it will become instinct to pleasure, to please. You may not like it, but you will learn to perform.”

Hannah gave out a throaty moan as the second Jalish handed her off to the lead and she was slide down on his cock. She could feel it twitch inside her, and it felt as if she might scream in ecstasy. Through tears of humiliation she began to orgasm, the Jalish pulled her close to his form and she felt her engorged breasts press against the top of his abs. Her nipples were pinched and she felt liquid release from them. Hannah was nearly entirely purple in color.

“When you are not breastfeeding your brood, you will be milked. Every hole of you will be used and you will find curious satisfaction in giving in to instinct. You will learn the pleasure of living life on your back.”

Hannah shook with uneven breaths as she looked back the way she came. Jalish watched her from a distance, looks of satisfaction on their faces. Turning back to her captor, she looked up to see a look of ecstasy on his face. It felt as if his cock might reach her chest as he thrust one last time, and then she felt herself fill with Jalish cum.

As Hannah lay on the cum-covered cobblestone, she stared at the feet of the Jalish as she was collared and leashed. There was no use fighting, she was exhausted and they wouldn’t let her go home. Her normally flat stomach had ballooned outward; knowing nothing about the Jalish breeding process she was unaware as to whether she was merely full of cum or already far into the pregnancy; regardless, as she was dragged further down the alley, she could only hope that instinct would take over in the years to come.

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Feeling a rush of vigor to your limbs, you decide to fight back with renewed energy.

You bolt upward and are blinded as the motion-sensor lights around you turn on. Your mouth falls open in shock as you realize that you are looking at an extra-large nursery from inside a crib. The padding between your legs and crinkling now make sense as you stare down at the extraordinarily thick disposable taped snuggly around your waist. You quickly make to remove the tapes only to find your hands mittened and pawing at the tapes with no effect.

As you look around the crib, you notice that this is not merely an oversized baby’s crib; no, this crib was fitted for much larger, potentially angry charges. At each of the corners of the crib a restraint dangles a few inches up the side; clearly intended for the wrists and ankles of the poor victim inside. Above your head a mobile decorated with planes and ships spins slowly, just out of reach beyond bars that covered the normally open space atop the crib. Between the restraints, the cage like roof, and the teddy-bear-print sheets, you feel as if you’ve been placed in a cute prison.

Outside the crib is no different in its mixing of design and utility. There wasn’t a single piece of furniture that did not have restraints on it somewhere. The entire room looked as if it was baby-proofed for something far more helpless than a baby. No surface looked hard, no edge to sharp.

“Oh, you’re awake.” So engrossed in the nursery around you, you barely heard the woman enter. Standing at an easy six-feet tall, the red-headed stranger peers into your infantile cage and smiles, “So you’re the naughty little boy, huh? I heard you tried to act like a big man. Hopefully that diaper around your waist keeps that silly notion out of your little brain.”

With a smirk she reaches through the crib bars and lightly squeezes your cock through the diaper.

“Is someone happy? Do they like their diapers?”

You cringe as she continues to embarrass you with baby talk. Leaning over she reaches forward and presses you on to your back, you see her breasts in her low cut top and feel yourself growing erect underneath her diligent stroking.

“About to make cummies? In your diapies? Huh?” She chuckled as she continues to mock your situation, “What happened to the ‘man’ who stood up Vanessa? Awww, did he go when he wet himself in front of everyone?”

Too distracted from the pleasure and the humiliation, you don’t even notice as the restraints at the corners of the crib spring to life and grip your extremities. They pull your limbs taut as the stranger hums to herself, removing the crib top and front-facing wall. Arms akimbo, she admires the sight of you for a moment before turning to a large diaper bag next to her on the floor. Placing it on the crib bed next to you, she rifles through the bag before producing a pacifier gag. She dangles it above you as you fight against the restraints to no avail; eventually gagging you with the large nippled paci as you whimper.

Now considering you completely helpless, the redhead leans in close and lightly slaps your cheek, “Time for your punishment, then you’ll be ‘corrected’; after that, you’ll behave yourself properly. No more naughty thoughts after that.”

Clueless as to what your punishment could be, you watch the stranger frantically as she digs further into the diaper bag; this time she finds two large bottles full of liquid. Removing the pacifier from your mouth, she comes in closely and holds them aloft in front of you. The one on the left is a pink bottle decorated in cartoon princesses. The liquid inside looks thick and the nipple of the bottle is large. The other bottle, the one on your right, is a light blue bottle topped with a smaller nipple and the liquid inside looks like milk. “I’ll leave the choice to you baby. Don’t worry about making a wrong decision, you’ll learn to love it either way...once you’re corrected that is.”

[A. The pink bottle on the left.]
[B. The light blue bottle on the right.] (placeholder)