Sissy Room

Been 24/7 for 14 years now.  i usually dont think about it to much.  But sometimes, i remember after my diaper gets a little heavier when i am out and about. i remember that i am in a diaper and feel really good about it.  

"You could barely even call that a trial. I wasn't allowed to speak for most of it, and they set it up so I was guaranteed to fail. Is that kangaroo court what passes for justice here in the giant's world?" The man in the lab coat smirked. "Oh, coming after our laws and institutions now? Because yours are so perfect?" WHACK! He smacked her again with the paddle. "EEEEP! Well no but..." "Well no but what? Have you Littles done so well you can mock our systems as a "kangaroo court? What a childish expression anyway. Do we bounce around for you?" "I mean, we've done better then..." WHACK! "Really? We know you're writing, you know." She snapped up. "What?" "This yours?" He held up a book. "Collected Articles and Essays of Dr. McKay, PHD." "I... Where did you get that?" He shrugged. "We have our ways. We are the Amazons, you are Littles, accept that we will find out whatever you do." "I ... so you see I am an academic. I'm not lying. He laughed. "Yes, we see.  Its cute. Almost good ..." She picked up hopefully. He smirked. "for a Little. It might pass for high school here. " She gulped. That couldn't be true, could it? But he had found her work without her knowing how, and read it... were they also that much smarter?  "But lets see what it says. It seems your court system itself is HIGHLY biased and unfair. History of bigotry, colonialism, different groups being sentenced more then others... is this the best Littles can do if left to their own? I don't see any validity in you criticizing us. " "Mankind's curse is that we are born free, and must make our own chains. Some find comfort in them, others find power, but the chains always exist. You were used to benefiting from being on one side, you can't complain now because you are on the other for once." "What?" "Sorry, I'm guessing Little philosophy has not gone far enough, so let me simplify for your Little Brain. Based on this, your claimed success would largely be tied to you being born into a powerful group. How is that any different then giant's domination here?" "That's just... focusing on the negative." "Mhmm," he smiled. "So is it that the Little world is an incompetent, unfair disaster and you only succeeded because of being the 'right' group, or is it that your entire academic career is a lie? In either case, why is that an argument against your treatment here?"  "Let me find the pattern, it was the stores fault you robbed it, the clerks fault you hit her, the help desks fault for not telling you it cost money, the money's fault it wasn't real, the diaper's fault it ended up on you and full, and now the courts fault you lost after getting the chance you asked for? Do you see the pattern yourself?" She stared at him. "Well yeah but..." She saw it the way he described: her wandering around, incapable, incompetent, and blaming others for her mistakes, never accepting responsibility. It WAS like a toddler if you put it that way. However, she knew it was all twisted, all from his perspective, not hers. "But what? Who are you going to blame now? Who? Prove to us how "Little" you are and insist its someone else's fault." He gave her bottom a softer smack with the paddle, threatening more She shook her head. "No one." He nodded. "Good Little. You got that one part right." She cringed, and hated that she enjoyed the small bit of praise. "And how are we not meant to take this as representative of your "Little" world if you were the one they sent to represent them?" She shook her head. "You can't."  "Good Little. So you see, from our perspective, you are just another incompetent, immature Little, and you must be representative of your world." Tears ran down her cheeks, of a very different kind. "I realize that, but... but..." "'But' again? Your "butts" are for spanking and diapers, not adult discussion." He chuckled. "But what?" "But there are others! I came with a team! Smart people, STRONG people! Academics, diplomats, sports men..." "We know." "Then you know there are other people with other abilities! People who can help me, and show you how..." Without letting her finish, he pointed a remote at the screens at hit a button. "You mean them?" Her mouth hung open. It was all of them, or at least most. Bruce, the physically powerful weight lifter and football player, was in a tutu practicing ballet. Jesse, the socialite, was dressed like a skunk, with a black and white tailed and eared onesie with "Stinky" written across it. She squirmed  as a giant bounced her, and her clearly overfull diaper, up and down on her knee. Bill, the other professor, was bent over a desk and getting spanked in a mock classroom full of other littles, with nonsense equations like the one the man in the lap coat fed her written across the board. Carey, the prissy young adult, was tied up, with her head... Dr. McKay gagged at the sight. With her head pressed into a full dirty diaper bucket. She kicked her legs and shouted as a giant pushed her head deeper into the dirty diapers and forced her to smell them. There were more and more. All of them were diapered and in one of multiple variations of humiliating "training." "No..." The man in the coat nodded. "We found these helpless little runts wandering around out city, separated, scared, lost, without their supposed "leader." Guess that is what happens when you let a Little "lead." We heard them all brag about how great they were, how strong, smart, social, and, well..." He pointed at the screen. "We thought it would help for you to see them. We don't know if its all of them, most are tight lipped about the others in their group, which I suppose is noble. however, I think we got enough of your party to make the point. Suffice to say we were less then impressed by the best your world has to happen." "They are all progressing faster then you, by the way. They are all learning their place, and accepting this is for their own good. You are the last hold out, and keeping this level of treatment" he indicated the various punishments, "going on." "So no, no great hero is coming to your help. None of your oh so capable friends are  going to prove how smart your Little world is. They are all just learning to be Good Littles, like you. And, as long as you keep fighting, they will keep getting treated like that by us, rather then moving in with the loving families where most now realize they belong." He walked behind her with the paddle. WHACK! She yelped.  "This is your fault!" He said WHACK! "You." WHACK!" "are making" WHACK!" "this happen!" WHACK!  "Your "friends"" WHACK!  She screamed at the fourth.  "Are suffering for your dumb, stubborn Little brain, refusing to accept reality even as you hang in your own dripping diaper." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "And its pathetic and enraging that you don't see it." Dr. McKay was again dripping with tears, legs kicking pointlessly at the pain.  It really was helpless. There she was, suspended, locked, and unable to do anything at all as this giant spanked her at will. They could abuse her, humiliate her, do anything they wanted, and she just had to take it. Worse, they had her friends in the same spot. Dr. McKay hung her head. That was one great hope gone. The city itself, the trail, her explaining herself to the 'lessons,' help from the others, all failed. There was the "resistance" groups she heard about, but if that was what happened if they failed... She looked at her friends being humiliated and abused. It was horrible to see. Could she really have been that wrong? About herself, about this world? About all her friends? Had she been wrong about everything she thought she knew? It seemed insane, but most of what the giants said made sense a way, and perhaps she just couldn't understand the rest. Perhaps none of them could. They were Littles, after all, and all the other Littles in her group were learning their lessons faster. Maybe she was just behind and slow to learn, even for a Little. She lifted her head and looked at the giant. He really did know much better then her, she should probably listen to him. She nodded. He smiled at her approvingly, and she felt herself flush. "Ready to co-operate Little Kaykay?" "Yes sir." He smiled. "Glad to see you stopped arguing over "doctor" nonsense." He hefted the paddle. "Now what do you say after a lesson?" "Thank you for the spanking sir, I learned a lot." "Good Little." Despite herself, she flushed with pride at the praise. It was so rare in this world for a Little to be seen as doing something right, it felt good to hear. "Now, does little KayKay want more spankings and bouncer time in her stinky diaper, or do do you want to do the cognitive test we said and get a diaper change?" "I want to do the cognitive test and get my diaper changed, sir." She said.  He scoffed. "No, what? That's a ridiculous answer. The correct answer is a ploypodiatrist. This profession doesn't exist in your world yet." She was shocked by that. Another thing she didn't understand. "Yes sir." "Good Little. What's two plus two?" She blushed at the answer she was supposed to give, then thought better. If a giant said it was right, maybe it was, and she just couldn't understand it. "Seven." Obviously. "What shape is this?" the screen showed a four sided object. "A circle." They ran through the list of questions and the required answers. All of them seemed confusing before, but so obviously true now.  "Now, what was it we wanted you to say? Its on the screen if you need." She looked at the camera. The words they had wanted from her were up. Her eyes teared up again. Part of her found the words humiliating and horribly wrong. Another part told her that was silly, and this would get an end to her spankings, to her time in messy diapers, and to the abuse of her friends. She wiped the tears away and looked at the words. Why had it taken her so long to learn to say them? "Hi! I'm Little Kaykay.  I used to think I was a professor named Dr. McKay who could take care of myself. I tried to get a job, and even thought I could be a diplomat! How wrong I was. Since then I've learned the truth. Like all Littles, in my world and this one, I need diapers, belong in nurseries, and need someone to take care of me. I LOVE my diapers, and I love filling them and getting my stinky butt changed by kind, responsible giants. I also love my baby toys, my crib, my buh buhs, my paci, my cartoons, and being taken care of. It is SO much more fun to crawl around and play with toys then taking on nasty grown up jobs, and I've learned that, like all Littles, I'm too dumb and helpless for those jobs anway. The world without this is scary, and I could never find my way around in it. Giants are all WAY smarter and more responsible then Littles, and it is their responsibility to take care of us and spank us if we argue. Please, someone out there adopt me, so I can stay in my pampers and nurseries forever. Please, any Little watching this, know this is where you belong. Please, to any giants watching this, know this is what we need, and any Littles arguing just need to be spanked and taught the truth. All us Littles belong in diapers, in my world and yours. Thank you!" "GOOD LITTLE!" the giant praised, and she flushed with pride again.  "One more question. What is your name?" "Its Doc..." He raised an eyebrow. "Li...lit..tle Kaykay." Dr. McKay said. She had never felt more defeated.  She shouldn't have come. She should have listened to Johann. She should have listened to the rumors. She should have done everything differently. But she didn't. She ignored them, came, and made dumb, childish mistake after dumb, childish mistake. Maybe the giants were right about her. "Again. What's your name? Is it the brilliant "Dr" McKay, or the stinky Little Kaykay the baby who needs her diaper changed? It can't be both." She shook her head. They couldn't be right, could they?  "My name is widdle... no... doctor... no."  Dr. McKay hung her head. It was horrifying to hear her say it. However, after a month of punishment and humiliation, and everything she thought she knew torn apart, she wasn't sure why anymore. Really, she told herself, it was the part of her refusing to accept it that caused the pain. It was that part she needed to get rid of. And, after all, the giants had been right about so much else. "Li...little Kaykay." "GOOD LITTLE! You are learning so well." Dr. McKay thought about what he said. Was it really true.  She looked up. "Wait! Wha... what about the address?" There was one hope. If she could get in front of their parliment, make a speech that showed them a different side... maybe it could work. "Oh that?" he waved it off. "Its done. You already made it." "What?" He laughed. "You missed it, didn't you? It will be shown on parliament, then across our world, and maybe your old world too! We were just waiting for the last part.  Let me show you." He hit a button on a remote. The screen changed. It showed her, or more, Dr. McKay as she used to be. "This is so called Doctor McKay, the delegate selected by the Little World. In their view, she is the smartest and best among them. " It showed a list of her published works, degrees and other silly Little "accomplishments." "She was chosen by that world to represent themselves. This is what we saw." Her true self began to emerge. Her petty crimes, her arguing and spanking, her court trial in diapers, her training, and her cognitive test. She was shown playing with toys, wetting and messing herself, and asking for diaper changes." "This is what she has to say after seeing the truth and the brilliance of the giant world." It showed her in the bouncer, only moments ago. Her cute infantile outfit, pigtails, and overflowing diaper were all on display. She smiled at the camera. "I'm Little Kaykay.  I used to think I was a professor named..." She went on with her speech.  As she spoke, the screen flashed to more images of Little Kaykay as she truly was, in diapers, acting and being treated as a baby. Her part ended with her more recent begging for a diaper change, spoken with her using her appropriate name. It went on to explain that this was the reality of Littles, even in their own world. Some simply needed to be shown it.  "What? You are going to show that to your parliment? To your world!?" He nodded. "Yes, Little Kaykay. You've done very well. We think this will have a fantastic effect on any silly resistance groups left, and possibly even of the... future agreements between your world and outs. Your world was once presented as proof Littles could do more then we let them, your words will certainly help convince our parliment of the truth." "I... I..." He shook his head. "Don't worry about it, stinky pants. This is all WAY above your pretty little head. It was too much to demand a Little like you to do any better. No one can expect any more from you. Its just because they were mean and tricked you into thinking you were a doctor that you think otherwise. THAT was the part that wasn't your fault." "So, again, what is your name?" Dr. McKay lowered her head.  So that was it? That was her address? She was going to present her entire world, all the Littles, as being incompetent babies? She couldn't imagine the effect it would have. But... wasn't that what she had seen anyway? He was right about their history, and her own performance, and her friends, and she had said all the things he wanted. All her dumb mistakes and confusion was normal for how he said Littles were, but no doctor would make them. If she had been a doctor, she could never forgive herself, never stand the humiliation. Meanwhile, all the pain she and her freinds felt was all because she stubbornly refused to accept the truth, and this would undoubtable make it... Make it what? That was her trying to think ahead, which she realized she really couldn't do as a Little. Of course she "couldn't imagine the effect it would have." Worrying like that was for the Amazons. All Littles had to worry about was which cartoon to watch and which diapie pattern to ask for next. That was much more fun. Little Kaykay lifted her head and smiled.  "My name is widdle KayKay sir, and widdle Kaykay is a widdle baby who needs her diapie changed! "Good Little!" She beamed at the praise. Finally something real to be proud off, unlike those silly fake 'degrees' and 'accomplishments.' "Tank oo sir. Wittle Kaykay is glad she could do well for you." "So want a diaper change? How does stinky Little Kaykay ask?" "Yes sir" she thought to remember the line. She made a pouting and whining face. "Sir, Wittle KayKay's diapie is tinky and gwoss! She had an accident!  Please change Wittle Kaykay's diapie!" "Good Little!" He hit a button, and the bouncer lowered. Little KayKay stood patiently as he removed the bouncer from her. "Tsk tsk, such a stinky Little! Such a potty pants! To think, you used to think you didn't need diapers. Now look at you- its practically overflowing." He playfully smacked the back of her diaper. "EWW!  Wittle Kaykay is SUCH a potty pants! Little Kaykay was siwwy to tink she didn't need diapers!" "Good Little for admitting. Now lets get you changed, stink butt." He hit a button, and as if by magic, the bouncer lowered her down.  Little Kaykay laughed at her earlier thought that she should have listened to Johann. He was a little too, no one listened to them, and it would have stopped her from realizing the truth, that this was better, that she WAS Little Kaykay, not Dr. McKay. He laid her down with a squelch, and she made a face. "Yukie diapie," she said. "Mhmm, that's why a giant has to change you. Now can you be a quiet Little while I change your stinky bum?" "Mhmm," she smiled.  Little Kaykay grabbed her pacifier in her mouth. She lay back and waited for her next diaper, and the thousands she'd wear after that. If a giant said it was for the best, they must be right. After all, who was she, a Little, to say otherwise?

Terry nodded, realizing that she didn’t have much choice. The old woman was surprisingly strong and Terry didn’t want to push her luck. The woman picked up Terry and carried her into the kitchen, then sat her in a highchair, which also seemed a bit bigger than normal. A bib was secured around Terry’s neck and a tray slid onto the highchair, at her waist. Terry was immobilized, unable to get out of the chair. The old woman turned around and walked over to the kitchen stove and removed something from a pot. The then turned around, carrying a baby bottle and held it up to Terry’s mouth. “Now be a good girl, and make a happy bottle for Grandma. Grandma get the baby her lunch in a moment.” The old woman held the bottle until Terry took hold of it and began to dejectedly suckle on the amber nipple. While Terry nursed on the bottle, “Grandma” busied herself with preparing Terry’s lunch. Several jars of babyfood were opened and warmed in a pot. When the food was warmed, she placed some in a sectioned plate and brought it over to the highchair. She pulled a chair over and sat down, she then pulled a rubber covered “adult” spoon from the silverware drawer and scooped up some of the cooked “baby” stew. She lifted the spoon up to Terry, who was still nursing and didn’t want to eat the disgusting looking confection. Terry refused to take the bottle away from her mouth so “Grandma” could feed her, so the old woman gripped the bottle and pulled it away from the girl. “Come on honey, babies have to eat, and you need solid food.” With that, she shoved the spoon into Terry’s mouth. Terry almost gagged at the consistency of the stew, even though the taste wasn’t as bad as she had imagined. In between the stew, Terry is given bites of mushy carrots and some warm vanilla pudding. The meal went quietly and Grandma made sure that Terry gets some on her face and bib. “Babies are so messy.” Grandma said with a giggle After lunch is finished, Grandma wiped Terry’s face off and removed the bib but didn’t let her out of the highchair right away. “Wana git down gama.” Terry exclaims “In a minute honey, Grandma has to get your bath ready, then after you’re all clean, we’re going to the store to get baby some clothes and supplies.” Terror filled Terry’s heart. “If we go to the store, people, maybe people I know, will see me dressed like this.” She thinks to herself. “Nooo! Me no wanna go, gama pees no!” “Now sweetie, don’t give me any trouble. We are going shopping for my grandbaby and that’s that!” Grandma’s voice turned stern and hard for a moment as she walked out of the kitchen. Terry knew she was doomed. She fidgeted in the highchair, twisting and trying to unlatch the tray, only to find it was locked with a key. “And just what do you think you are doing little girl? If you think you’re going to get out of that chair before I take you out, you’ve got another think coming.” Terry nearly jumped out of her skin as Grandma suddenly appeared in the doorway Without another word, Grandma had Terry out of the chair and into the nursery. She put a pacifier in Terry’s mouth and instructed the girl not to remove it. She then undressed Terry, down to her diapers, then strapped the girl to the table. “Now sweetie, I want you to wet and mess your diaper. I need to give you a bath and I don’t want to waste the diaper.” Terry’s eyes grew large and Grandma sensed her apprehension. “Think of it this way honey. If you wet and mess now, I may not have to change you till we get home from shopping. That’s one less embarrassment you have to endure.” Terry’s eyes pleaded with the old woman, but to no avail, and she began to wet herself. She felt a hand on her bottom as the diaper grew warm. She looked up into the loving eyes of Grandma and relaxed. Suddenly she knew she had to poop and let it out, into the waiting diaper. Grandma felt the diaper fill as she watched the girl’s humiliation grow. She rubbed the girl’s tummy and began to talk to her in soft, relaxed tones, using nonsense words, like what you would use with a baby to calm them down. “Good girl!” Grandma said “Now lets get that ucky diaper off the baby’s bottom” Just as she was about to start changing Terry, the phone rang. “I’ll be right back honey, just relax.” Terry desperately wanted out of that disgusting diaper. She began looking for the latch for the strap that held her to the table. The strap however, remained intact, her arms pinned by it, were unable to reach either the latch, or the dirty diaper. After a moment, she began to hear snippets of the conversation going on in the other room. “She’s fine Tammy. We’re going shopping in a little bit. Got to get my new grandbaby some pretty clothes.” Grandma laughed “Yes, yes, she seems to be behaving more, although I caught her trying to get out of her highchair this afternoon. Nothing major to report.” Terry tried to listen but Grandma began talking softer and the conversation too low to hear. As the old woman talked with Tammy, she could hear what sounded like a party in the background. The closer she listened, the more she could hear Tammy slur her S’s and she had the happy drunk tone to her voice. When the old woman questioned Tammy about it, she was politely to “mind her own business and take care of Terry” Grandma walked back to the nursery, only to find Terry trying to get off the changing table. “Now listen here little girl, you behave yourself. I know you don’t want to go out, but this IS a punishment after all. You should know that you won’t be too embarrassed. The only people who will see you are people you don’t know and don’t know you. Now, let’s get my grandbaby bathed.” Grandma deftly removed Terry’s very full diaper and cleaned her messy bottom off with a rather large baby wipe. She then removed the strap and lifted Terry into her arms. Terry was carried into the bathroom and set down. Grandma placed her elbow into the water and proclaimed it “just warm enough for baby”. Terry was placed into the water and Grandma began washing her. During the bath, Grandma cooed and chattered in soothing tones which seemed to make Terry relax. When the bath was done, Grandma dried Terry off and wrapped the girl in a huge bath sheet. She carried her into the nursery and set her on the changing table. “Honey, Grandma’s going to make her little grandbaby nice and pretty. Then we’re going to go shopping at a nearby mall. You will be dressed in diapers and baby clothes, and I suggest you act like a baby. People won’t think it’s so strange if you seem to be a large toddler.” With this said, Grandma pulled a couple of diapers out from underneath the changing table and strapped Terry down once more. Grandma began removing the plastic back of one of the diapers and set it inside the other diaper. Terry didn’t understand what she was doing, until Grandma put something around the “inner diaper” to hold it in place. Terry began to cry and started trying to get off the changing table again. “Stop that this instant! This is just so I won’t have to change you for a while.” Grandma said “Pees gama. I no wanna ware it ebebody ill see it!” Terry cried Grandma brought the diaper over to the table and began to slowly rub Terry’s tummy, cooing to her and explaining that it was natural for babies to be seen in diapers. Terry continued to cry as Grandma pushed Terry’s knees up to her chin, lifting her bottom off the ground. Grandma applied baby lotion to Terry’s bottom and crotch, then slowly lowered the girl’s bottom onto the thick diaper. Powder was sprinkled onto her diaper area and the diaper itself was pulled over and secured. The diaper was, (as Grandma knew) easily seen and would be quite visible under the short dress that she would put on Terry. Terry continued to cry and beg not to be treated this way as Grandma put pink socks on her feet and tied her long hair in pigtails. Terry was then unstop and made to sit up while Grandma slipped the short, pink, ruffled, baby dress onto her grandbaby. The final touch was the maryjane shoes. Grandma lifted Terry off the changing table and led her by the hand over to a full length mirror. Terry looked into the mirror and was shocked to see herself. She truly did look like a large toddler or a very young girl. There was no trace of her true age anywhere. She looked back to Grandma and used her most pitiful gaze to try to get Grandma to soften her punishment. Grandma just stood there, unmoved by the girl’s performance. “Give it up little girl, I’ve taken care of hundreds of boys and girls and I’ve seen it all. You can’t get me to lighten up with that “sad puppy dog” face. I’ve seen it thousands of times.” “This old woman is a tough customer!” thought Terry Terry watched as the old woman filled her “diaper bag”, stuffing toys, diapers, wipes, powder, and other things she would need. After the bag was full, Terry was lifted from the floor and carried outside and over to Grandma’s car. Terry was placed in a child seat and strapped in. Grandma gave Terry a pacifier and her “Raggedy Ann” doll to keep the girl quiet during the long trip. They drove for an hour, but it seemed much shorter to Terry. She was so concerned about someone seeing her that time just slipped away. They pulled into a mid sized mall and Grandma pulled a stroller from the trunk. Terry was sat in the stroller and strapped in. Terry didn’t want to be seen in her condition by anyone, so she hid her face behind the doll. Casually, Grandma and Terry strolled through the mall, stopping in certain shops to try on clothes or buy toys for “Baby Terry”. Terry was relieved when they started to leave the mall, no one had even questioned the fact of a “big girl” being treated like a baby. Even though Terry was small for her age, she was still 12, and knew she couldn’t really pass off as a toddler. Suddenly Grandma stopped the stroller for a moment, then she rolled it over to a couple standing outside a clothing store. “Ida?” Grandma said The woman turned and smiled, “Kate? Kate Braun? Why I haven’t seen you in years, how are you?” Grandma smiled back, “Good to see you, I’m doing the best I can since Ted died.” “Ted’s dead? Oh, I’m sorry dear. My condolences. How did it happen?” “He had a heart attack and passed away about four years ago.” Grandma almost cried The other woman hugged Grandma and suddenly noticed Terry sitting in the stroller. “Who’s this cutie, your Granddaughter?” the woman asked “No, just babysitting for a friend. This little one’s mommy had to make a business trip and asked me to watch her for the week.” “Well, you always did love kids. How old is she.” The woman patted Terry on the head “That’s a long stor…” “All done Aunt Ida. What do you think?” Terry couldn’t see who said it, but she thought the voice sounded familiar somehow. “It’s fine Carrie. We’ll add it to the rest.” Ida said Terry heard the name “Carrie” and a sense of fear ran through her. She knew the voice. It belonged to a girl from her school. A girl that Terry and her friends had teased and harassed quite a bit, Carrie Buttler. Terry buried her face in the doll and tried to remain quiet so as not to draw Carrie’s attention to her. Carrie walked over to her aunt and uncle, to show them the ensemble she had chosen. “Carrie, this is Mrs. Braun. She’s an old friend of mine.” Ida looked to Grandma “Kate, this is my niece, Carrie. Carrie is visiting us for the summer so her parents can take a trip to Europe.” “Nice to meet you Mrs. Braun.” Said Carrie “Nice to meet you too dear. My, such a polite young lady. Your mother and father raised you very well.” Grandma said, stressing the “polite” part for Terry to hear. “This is little Terry. Terry can you say Hi, to the nice people?” Grandma nudged Terry Terry was terrified and held the doll to block anyone from seeing her face. “The poor thing’s a little shy.” Grandma said Carrie walked up to the stroller and said, “That’s alright Mrs. Braun, I baby-sit for a lot of kids her age, and I can usually get them to warm up to me.” Carrie looked in the stroller and froze in her tracks, then she nearly fell backwards laughing. Terry started crying. “Carrie! That was very rude, you made the poor thing cry!” Ida shouted “Sorry Aunt Ida, but I just noticed that she’s not a little girl, she goes to school with me.” Carrie gasped out between laughs. “What? That’s impossible, this child can’t be more than 6 or 7 and you’re nearly 13.” Ida said Carrie slowed her laughter, and said, “Her name is Terry alright, but it’s Terry Franks, she’s in some of my classes. I recognized her the second I looked in the stroller. She and her friends harass me and my friends because we get better grades. They say we’re “nerds” and “geeks. Oh Man! Wait till I tell everyone, I saw Terry Franks dressed in a diaper and baby clothes, being pushed in a stroller. She’ll never live it down!” Ida just stared at Grandma, “Is that true?” Grandma pulled Terry from the stroller and held the crying girl to her shoulder, patting her on the back to quiet her down. “I’m afraid it is Ida.” Grandma said, and proceeded to tell Ida the entire story of how Terry came to be in her present situation. After explaining everything, Grandma asked Carrie not to say anything to anyone about Terry’s punishment “I’m sorry Mrs. Braun, but this is too good to be true. Terry deserves to be humiliated after what she and her “bitchy” friends have done to some of my friends. I’m not going to let an opportunity like this to get by me.” Carrie said sarcastically while staring down at Terry “CARRIE MAY BUTTLER!! You will apologize to Mrs. Braun right now and not say a word of what you’ve seen here. Is that understood?” Ida said, with shock and surprise at her niece’s behavior Carrie turned to her aunt and said, “No, I’m sorry. No, I’m not sorry! Aunt Ida, you have no idea just what this little wench and her “click” have put me and my friends through. They held Jennifer O’neal down and shaved her from head to toe. Jennifer wanted so badly to be in their group and they told her, that was the only way they would let her in. After they shaved her, they shoved her out of the girls locker room with no clothes on and locked the door.” Terry suddenly forgot her baby-talk rule and spoke up, “Hey! I wasn’t even there when that happened, I never did anything to cause anyone any physical harm!” Grandma reached into the stroller and stuffed a pacifier into Terry’s mouth before the girl could say another word. “Yea sure. What about the time you threw that blueberry pie at Patty Duffy, it ruined her prom dress and they had to throw it out.” Carrie said angrily Grandma looked at Terry, “Is that true young lady? You can talk as an adult for the moment.” Terry looked on the verge of crying again, “No! I didn’t throw any pie, it came from behind me.” Carrie gave Terry a contemptuous grunt and said, “Bullshit, Lynn Bankroft, one of your own friends told everyone she saw you do it!” “She probably would have, she and I were on the “outs” at the time and she was protecting her boyfriend. Even Patty didn’t believe I did it, that’s why she asked her parents not to make me pay for the dress. Ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.” Carrie knew that if Patty thought Terry had thrown the pie, she would have told her parents so, as she always had a great relationship with them. The statement seemed to calm Carrie. She looked up to Grandma and apologized and promised not to breath a word of Terry’s punishment to anyone. Her Aunt knew what kind of damage a rumor could cause to Terry. Suddenly, she had an idea to ensure her niece’s silence. “Carrie, I want you to stay here with Terry while I talk to Mrs. Braun for a moment.” Ida said This made Carrie very nervous but she obeyed and stayed with Terry. Terry pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and whispered to Carrie, “Look, I’m sorry for all the things that Gen and the others did to you and your friends. I didn’t find out about Jennifer until the next day in school, I was out with the flu when it happened. When Gen told me what they did to Jennifer, I told them I wasn’t going to talk to them until they apologized and let Jennifer in. As for Patty, even though I was told I didn’t have to pay for the dress, I did. I felt bad that she had to throw out such a beautiful dress. The women talked for a few minutes and Grandma gave Ida a shocked look at a few points during the conversation. When they finished, both women walked over to the girls. “Carrie, your uncle and I have to go out of town for a few days, starting tomorrow. Mrs. Braun has agreed to allow you to stay at her house during our absence. I’ll be sending over your “CLOTHES” and other supplies with you tonight.” Ida said, stressing the word “clothes” Carrie turned pale. She knew what her aunt meant by “CLOTHES” “No! You can’t do that, I don’t want her to see me like that. It’s alright for you or Mom to see me, but Mrs. Braun is a stranger, plus Terry’s staying there. I DEFINITELY don’t want her to see me like that.” Carrie whined “No buts young lady. I’ve already explained to Mrs. Braun about your special needs and she has agreed to take you in for a day or so. We were going to hire your regular sitter, but Mrs. Braun has agreed to do this as a favor for an old friend. I know that you don’t like Terry and her friends tease you and your friends, but I can’t let you spread a rumor about what you saw here today. All I’m doing is giving Terry and equal amount of blackmail information on you, just to be sure you don’t do something you’ll both regret” Carrie’s heart sank, Aunt Ida was her favorite aunt and to do this was very nearly the worst thing she could have done. Carrie decided right there and then, she’d never forgive her aunt for this. The rest of the day, Terry couldn’t stop wondering what the entire conversation with Carrie’s aunt had been all about. She tried to ask grandma in babytalk, the rule having been reinstated after the incident, but Grandma would only say, “Wait and you’ll see.” Their last stop was the medical supply store, there Grandma picked up about 50 or so adult cloth diapers and 20 pairs of plastic pant. Terry wondered about this because Grandma always kept her in disposables. When they were done shopping, Grandma took Terry to a nearby restaurant and made her sit in a highchair while she was fed baby food and given a baby bottle warmed by the kitchen, just for her. By the end of the meal, Terry was on the verge of crying, from the embarrassment she suffered. To top it off, she wet her diaper and needed to be changed. Grandma took her into the ladies restroom and put a changing pad on the floor, just as a woman walked in. The woman stood aghast at the sight of Terry standing there in diapers and a short dress. “WHAT IS THAT CHILD DOING IN DIAPERS!” the woman nearly screamed Terry immediately started crying. Grandma held Terry close, comforting her and gave the woman a look that could have frozen molten lava. “I’ll have you know miss, that my granddaughter has a bladder and bowel control problem and wears diapers to keep her clothes clean, and we just came from a costume party. Are you happy now, Terry is a sensitive girl, and you’ve made her cry?” The woman turned pale and apologized profusely for the misunderstanding. Terry calmed down after a few minutes. Grandma laid Terry down on the changing pad and changed her diaper very quickly as to avoid any more incidents. Terry slept on the way back to Grandma’s house, waking up only when she was lifted into Grandma’s arms and carried into the house. Terry was placed in the playpen in the living room and told to play nice till bedtime which was at 7:30. About 7:00 Terry realized she had to poop, and knowing that she couldn’t get out of the diaper or into the bathroom , she forced herself to mess the diaper, again, she was so embarrassed that she was barely able to keep from crying. Terry managed a weak call to Grandma, at the same time as the doorbell rang. Grandma went to answer the front door, looked at Terry who was near crying, and said, “Just a minute sweetie. You wouldn’t want to keep our guest waiting outside would you?” Grandma opened the door and standing there was Carrie Buttler, dressed in a sunshine yellow baby dress, including rumba panties. Terry could tell that Carrie was diapered, as her bottom was really puffed out. Carrie looked in the house, saw Terry sitting in the playpen, began crying and turned, burying her face in her aunt’s coat. “Aunt Ida, how could you do this to me? I hate you! Now she’ll be telling everyone in school that I like to wear diapers and be a baby.” Carrie sniveled into her aunt’s coat “Nonsense Carrie, remember that Terry is also in diapers and baby clothes, and I doubt that she’ll be very willing to reveal anything because someone is bound to ask how she discovered it. She’d then have to tell about how she was also in diapers and treated as a baby. I doubt she wants anyone to find that out, isn’t that right Terry?” Ida said, looking over to Terry Terry nodded, and it seemed to comfort Carrie. Carefully Carrie entered the house. Ida put a pacifier in Carrie’s mouth and sat her in the playpen beside Terry. “Now listen to me girls, Terry is being treated like a baby girl because she’s being punished. Carrie on the other hand, is and infantilist, or a Teen Baby, she like to dress and be treated like a baby. You girls will be together for the next couple of days, so I suggest you get along and play nice. I don’t want to hear of either of you saying a word of what happened here, to any other kids. Because if you do,” and with that, Ida pulled out an instamatic camera and snapped two pictures before the girls could cover their faces. “I will have to send these pictures to your school and then neither one of you will like what happens. This isn’t a threat, just a way of insuring nobody gets hurt.” Ida handed Grandma, Carrie’s diaper bag and suitcase. “There’s enough clothes in the suitcase for two or three days, and diapers enough for five, just incase we’re stuck and can’t get back.” Ida then looked back to Carrie and said, “Now Carrie, I talked to Mrs. Braun and she told me that Terry has certain rules she has to follow, you will have to follow the same rules while you’re here. Of course, it’s nothing that you wouldn’t do at my house. Now I’ll see you in a few days honey, be a good girl for Grandma.” Ida bent over the playpen and kissed Carrie on the forehead, then walked out the door. As soon as Ida was out the door, Carrie began to smell a dirty diaper and looked at Terry, who was still trying not to cry. “Mrs. Braun, I think Terry needs her diapers changed.” Carrie said “That can wait for a moment, first I would like to aquaint you with the rules of the house for babies. First, babies call me “Gama” and only talk in babytalk. Second, you are not allowed to walk without my help, you have to crawl anywhere you go or I’ll carry you. Third, and I don’t expect any problem with you, you must use your diapers for everything. If you need to be changed, I expect to you to cry like a baby should or give me some other sign. Is that understood.” Grandma said Carrie grinned and nodded, “Yeth gama” Grandma grinned and reached into the playpen and lifted Terry out. “Yes, I think you definitely need a diaper change little girl.” Grandma said to Terry Grandma laid Terry out on the floor next to the playpen and positioned a changing pad under her. “Gama, no. No chang me here, chang me bedroom!” Terry whimpered “Nonsense, there’s nobody here but a “Grandma” and a couple of “Babies”. No reason to be embarrassed sweetie.” Grandma said as she began untapping Terry’s dirty diaper Terry was very embarrassed. She looked to Carrie, but Carrie was more interested in the toys in the playpen then Terry’s diaper change. Terry was relieved and turned back to Grandma, and promptly received a pacifier to occupy her. As she sucked on the pacifier, she hardly noticed the process of being changed. After Terry was changed, both the girls were taken back into the nursery. Terry was laid in the crib while Carrie was laid on the changing table. Grandma checked Carrie’s diaper and finding it dry, she dressed the girl in a footed sleeper and slipped her pacifier into her mouth before laying her in the crib. Terry was next. Grandma figured that since Terry had just been changed a half an hour before, she would still be dry. Terry was also dressed in a footed sleeper, but where Carrie’s was yellow and had little bears on it, Terry’s was pink with baby dolls on it. The girls were each given a bottle of warm formula and told to go to sleep. Grandma knew the girls would need to talk, so she made a show of turning off the baby monitor. She thought, “I’ll turn it on after they’re asleep.” Once Grandma had left the room, Terry looked at Carrie and winced, not knowing quite what to say. She thought for a moment and decided that the best thing was to be honest and forward. “Carrie? Do you really LIKE to wear diapers and be treated like a baby?” Carrie pulled her bottle from her mouth, “Yea, I do. I can’t explain it, but my aunt says it’s called “Infantilism”. Basically it means that sometimes I feel so stressed out, that being a baby and having no responsibilities, is the only way to feel better.” Carrie looked away for a second and shyly asked, “How did you get put into diapers?” Terry sighed, “I got caught by the police, spray painting the school walls. My mom thought that this was the only punishment that I couldn’t laugh off, and Boy was she right. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll behave from now on. I don’t want to repeat this, although, I kinda, sorta, almost, like the attention. But I definitely don’t like pooping my diaper, it’s gross.” Carrie giggled and said, “Yea, pooping is more of a boy thing, cause they don’t have to worry about infections or anything. I have to poop my diapers when I play baby, cause my aunt says, “Babies poopy their diapers and if you’re a baby, then so do you.” , but she’s cool and changes me right away if I poop.” Carrie looked around, checking to see if anyone was near. “Ya know what I think?” “No what?” Terry asked “I think you might be an “Infantilist” too, you’re just too scared to admit it.” Carrie whispered Terry glanced to her right then her left. She then whispered back, “I think I might be too, but only I don’t like going outside dressed as a baby, cause I don’t want anybody to know, but “Gama”.” Suddenly Carrie gave a distressed look and began to poop herself. Terry could tell what was happening and began to call Grandma. “Gama. Gama, Cawwie poopy.” Grandma heard Terry’s call and walked back into the nursery. “You two should be sleeping, babies need their sleep, but I don’t want one of my girls to sleep in a poopy diaper.” With that, Grandma lifted Carrie out of the crib and laid her on the changing table. It took only a few minutes to clean and rediaper Carrie. Then Grandma laid her back in the crib and said, “It’s time you two went to sleep. I’m turning on the baby monitor and I don’t want to hear another peep out of either of you. Nighty night.” Grandma leaned over the railing of the crib and kissed both girls on the forehead before raising the railing and turning out the lights. Carrie and Terry relaxed, suckling on their bottles. It wasn’t ten minutes before both exhausted girls were asleep. Terry awoke sometime in the middle of the night. She heard a noise and felt someone moving her. She glance up sleepily and saw Grandma changing her diaper. When Grandma saw Terry had awoke, she gently slipped a pacifier into her mouth and began rubbing her tummy so as to relax the girl. Terry, still waking up, took the pacifier and allowed Grandma to change her diapers with a minimum of fuss. When Terry was changed, Grandma lifted her up and carried her to the rocking chair. After setting the girl on her lap, Grandma removed Terry’s pacifier and slipped a baby bottle into her mouth. Terry was still not fully awake, so she slowly began suckling on the bottle. Terry was asleep again before half the bottle was gone. It was well after sunrise when Terry was again awakened. She sat up in the crib and looked around. Carrie was nowhere to be found and the house was quiet. Her wet diaper was beginning to feel cold and uncomfortable. She felt alone and began, to her astonishment, whimper and cry. Not long after she started crying, she heard the basement door open and close. Grandma walked into the room, picked up the crying girl and began to rock her while slipping a pacifier into her mouth. “There, there sweetie. It’s alright, Grandma’s here.” Grandma said in her most maternal voice. She carried Terry over to the changing table and laid the girl on it, while slipping two fingers into the front of her diaper. “My, you’re a wet little girl. Grandma will fix that in a moment sweetie.” Grandma untapped Terry’s wet diaper and said, “Honey, did you wet the bed before you came to visit Grandma?” That was when the realization hit Terry. No she hadn’t wet the bed before coming to Grandma’s. Terry shook her head and began to whimper. “It’s alright honey, after being in diapers for a couple of days and not using the potty, it’s only natural for you to start wetting in your sleep again. It will probably take a week or two for you to be dry at night again after you go home. Not a big problem.” Grandma tried to comfort the worried girl After Terry was cleaned up, Grandma picked up several cloth diapers and began to fold them. Terry gave Grandma a questioning look. Grandma just laughed and said, “I just want to see how you do in cloth diapers today. You’re going to look more the baby in these, but don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere today. “ Terry was relieved that Grandma wasn’t going to embarrass her by taking her out in cloth diapers and rubber panties. Grandma picked up a pair of pink, rubber panties and slid them over Terry’s ample diaper, then sat her up while she slid a very short baby dress over Terry’s head. Terry looked at the pink flowers on the dress and thought that this would indeed look cute on a baby. It was about this time when a wailing came from the living room. Grandma placed booties on Terry’s feet and a baby bonnet, and placed her back in the crib before leaving. A few moments later, the wailing stopped and Grandma came back into the nursery, carrying a very unhappy looking Carrie. Grandma place Carrie on the changing table and began to undo her snap plastic panties. “My, my, you’re the second very wet baby I’ve had to change. I think you girls can play in the back yard until lunch. Carrie honey, remember though, Terry can’t walk, so take it easy on her, she’s not as big a girl as you.” “Otay Gama, I ty be good girl.” Carrie said as Grandma finished changing her Grandma dressed Carrie in a pink romper and baby shoes, and sent the girls outside to play. Grandma watched the girls play in the back yard. Terry and Carrie sat in the sand box, building a castle and digging. Both girls were having so much fun, that they didn’t even realize that it was lunch time until Grandma came out to get them. Grandma took one look at the sand covered girls and said, “You two are the dirtiest babies I have ever seen, I’m gonna have to give you both a bath.” Grandma carried Terry, while leading Carrie by the hand into the house and upstairs to the bathroom. Both girls were stripped down to their diapers and sat on the floor. Grandma began running the bath water and testing it’s temperature. She pulled out a changing pad and placed it on the floor and reached over, taking Terry first and carefully removing her diaper, which was soaked and dirty. Grandma cleaned Terry and put her in the tub. She next took off Carrie’s diaper and plastic panties, cleaned her up and put her in the tub. Both girls were a little embarrassed to be seen naked by the other, but soon got over it as Grandma washed them from head to toe. She paid close attention to the diaper area, “Just to be sure my babies don’t get diaper rash.” Terry and Carrie were then dried off and carried into the nursery where they were dressed in clean diapers and tee shirts. After everyone was clean, the girls were carried downstairs and placed into highchairs, bibed, and fed a prueed baby food of chicken and vegetables. Lunch was a messy affair and both girls needed to be wiped off afterwards. When the cleaning was done, Carrie was placed in a playpen and Terry in a baby swing, and givin toys to occupy her. It didn’t take long for lunch to settle and sleep to fill the girls eyes. Grandma came in to check on the girls and the condition of their diapers and found both asleep, Carrie in the playpen and Terry in her swing. She carried both girls up to the nursery and changed them without waking either one. They were laid into the crib and didn’t wake up for nearly two hours. The next few days were the same, diaper changes, playing in the back yard, and even a trip to the Ice Cream Palace, where each girl got a cup of their favorite flavor. Carrie left on Thursday, and it was hard for either one to say goodbye, they had become close friends, and each was sure that there would be some changes when they went back to school on Monday. By Friday, Terry was used to using her diaper and acting like a baby, so much so, that when her mother came to pick her up on Saturday, she hardly recognized her daughter. Terry seemed almost to enjoy her time as a baby and Tammy didn’t like that at all. There was a conference by Grandma and Tammy, just to be sure Terry was sufficiently punished. Grandma didn’t tell Tammy about the friendship between the girls, or that Carrie had even stayed there at all. Tammy was satisfied that Terry had learned her lesson. As Terry left, Grandma could see that the training panties that she had Terry wear, were slightly wet, and knew that Terry would probably be visiting her a lot in the months and years to come.                                                                                                                                    The End

That's... I would say, the less sexual form of sex I have seen in a story in a long time.

Surrealism.