ABAlex

Thanks! And you think? Nahhh I'm sure Alex will get off scott free.

Danny sat in her play pen. It was a normal day for her, one of the countless endless days, all filled with the same toys and games. Of course, "countless" was relative. She couldn't count much anymore. She thought she remembered something about "counting," but couldn't pinpoint what it meant. Anyway, more pressing matters were at hand. Her bottom was itchy, and she wondered why. It was a sensation she was sure she had felt before, but when she tried to remember, she ran into the fog she normally did when she tried to remember things. She encountered the fog a lot. It was familiar, like a friend. Oh well. There was a bright toy in front of her. She recognized it, though she wasn't sure from where. She picked it up, and found it was hard. Another toy was near her. It was also hard, and had holes in it. Through those holes, she could see similar toys to the one in her hand, some in the same color. What was that color again? It was the same as the stuff that was all outside on the ground. Outside! She wondered if she could go outside, if Mommy and Daddy thought it was nice enough out. There she could play in the sandbox, or with toys... Toys. Suddenly she was upset. She wanted toys. To her delight, she noticed one in her hand, and another beside her. Maybe it was supposed to go inside like the others? She tried to push it in through the holes, but it kept bouncing back. Why was her bottom itchy? It was annoying, and she almost wanted to cry, but it wasn't quite that bad yet. Anyway, the toy was fun. There were footsteps outside her playpen, and she saw Mommy walking by. She crawled toward her, but hit the soft fence of the pen with her head. She tried again, but found she couldn't go through it. Mommy looked at her, smiled, and said something. Behind Mommy was a weird window. Through it, she could see another baby girl. The girl had her hair in pigtails, was sucking a pacifier, and was wearing a onesie with a diaper underneath. Danny giggled, she bet that baby girl smelled. Her diaper looked bigger then normal, which often meant the big baby wearing it smelled. Still, the girl seemed to be in a play pen of her own, and was holding a toy. Perhaps they could play? There were weird squiggly lines moving beside her, of the kind she saw Mommy and Daddy using sometimes. Perhaps that meant Mommy and Daddy knew the other baby? Danny pointed at the girl, and saw her pointing back. Clearly she wanted to play too. Mommy looked at her, smiled, and made noises with her mouth. Danny didn't understand those noises, but saw her pointing at the toy beside her. Mommy picked up another, smaller toy, and put it in the toy with holes. Danny tried the same thing with the one in her hands, but it bounced back. Perhaps she should try a different hole? The second one failed, so she went back to the first. She noticed again that her bottom was itchy, and something smelled funny. Those two things triggered something in her mind. What was it...? Her diaper needed changing. That was what that meant. Still, that was something for Mommy and Daddy to deal with. She went back to her toys. She slammed it at the box with toys in it, and failed to get it in. She looked at it. The toy in her hand was round, so she needed a round hole. She looked at the toy box and found one, then put it in. What next? Another toy with three sides, so a triangle, and there was a triangular hole. In a moment she was putting toys in easily. Her bottom was still itchy. When would they change her diaper? Wait, was it odd she needed someone to change her diaper? Why did that feel off? "Oh, is that getting easier?" Mommy said. Danny looked up at her. The noises Mommy made were easier to follow then usual. How did she respond again? She saw the girl on the screen behind her. She remembered seeing a lot of them once, and knew her Daddy did something related to them. They were all boys and girls, not little like the ones she sometimes saw, but big like her, and acted like puppies or babies. Wait, if she was big, why was she a baby? Aren't babies small? There must be a reason, all those others were always like that. They started complaining sometimes, but always ended up the same. She put the toy in her hand down. "Bored with that toy, Danny?" Mommy said. "A bit too easy?" Danny nodded. She remembered that meant yes. She saw the screen again. That wasn't just any girl, that was DANNY. Danny was on the screen, like all the other bigger boys and girls... Adult men and women.... Who ended up the same. That meant if they were on it, there was never a way out. Danny gasped. She was on the screen, being watched. She was a grown adult. Sitting in a playpen. Wearing a onesie, a pacifier, and loaded diaper, and playing with baby toys. And if she was on the screen, and the others on screens were visible to anyone online. She cringed. People were watching her. But why. Memories came flooding back. The online comments, the tests, her 'losing.' But everyone who played that game ended up losing. There was no way to win. So why did they do it? It was all a show. They just wanted her acting like an idiot on camera so they could pretend to justify this punishment for calling them out. The final "test" was just presented as her trying to escape and being incompetent in real life, having to beg for a diaper change, making people sick with her smell and assuming she was mentally disabled. And all those people watched it, and were watching her now. She looked back at Mommy. "Mommy"- her dom- had seen her figure out the toy and was suspicious. This happened every so often. The drugs wore off, her mind came back, and they re doused her. How many times had it been? How long apart were they? How many months, years, had she been humiliated like this without knowing? She looked back at the box. She picked up a square, and tried to force it into a triangular hole. Mommy seemed to relax, and turned away. Danny thought. If she could keep this up for long enough to erase their suspicious, she could think of a way to escape... "Aww, you're a clever baby, aren't you?" Mommy said. Danny's eyes went wide. She shook her head, then whined at her mistake. Shaking her head definitely showed she knew how to communicate, which was more intelligence then they normally left her with. "Come on clever baby, let's get your special medicine." Mommy was over her play pen. Danny got to her feet and tried to jump over the felt, but Mommy grabbed her. "NO!" Danny shouted, and spat out her pacifier. She began pushing, and kicked at Mommy with a soft stockinged foot. "LET ME GO!" The kidnapper held her tight, and months of crawling and sitting in strollers left her muscles weak. Still, she punched at her face, and tried to yank away. If she could only get to the door, maybe to a car... "I'm not your ba... ahhh..." She gasped as something was pricked her. The old familiar fog came back into her mind. She was frightened, and tried to fight it. But why was she fighting it? Wasn't that normal? The calming, familiar fog filled her mind, a friend that always left her feeling better. Why was she fighting it? Better question, why was she so high? She was up on her feet like a Mommy or Daddy, rather then on all fours like normal. A moment later she wasn't high. Her head was lower, and everything was upside down. She could see Mommy's shoes in front of her, for some reason on the roof. Something hit her bottom through her diaper, and she yelped. Another one, and she yelped again. This happened sometimes. She wasn't sure the last time or always why, but it normally meant she did something bad. It was called a 'spanking,' and was one of the few words she was familiar with. Something hit her again and again, way too many to count... What did "count" mean again? Her bottom got more and more painful, and she cried. The world switched back right side up, and she was on Mommy's lap. She hugged Mommy. Mommy must have seen whatever had been spanking her and made it better. Mommy always made it better. Mommy carried her to the play pen, and sat her back down. Danny looked at the surrounding toys. What fun! She picked one up. Why was her bottom sore? It was itchy too. What did that mean? Another toy was beside her, with holes. She tried to push the toy in her hand into it, and it bounced back. ... Alex stared at the screen and laughed. Danny had just gotten spanked, in a well used diaper to boot, he assumed for breaking her role. She seemed to be having fun as a new actress, and was probably bratting to get the spanking. "No no, I know this girl. She is dumb, but no ones THAT dumb. She is just bratting for attention, and probably wanted a spanking in her messy diaper." A few more comments came in, arguing. They seemed sure this was all real and she was either just that dumb, or given some kind of drug. "No no, trust me. Look at her diaper. No one is THAT much of a potty pants, she just wanted us to see her full diaper. She gets off on it. Trust me." More arguing. "People I'm telling you. I know her. No one fills diapers that much. She is probably doing it on purpose, and either taking laxatives or just pouring things into it. No one can fill a diaper that much, no matter how kinky they are. Most of it is probably fake, like mashed food or something" Another ping. He looked, it was from the website itself. One simple question- "Are you sure about that, AbAlex of Canada, who recently paid for an add with us?" He laughed. "Yes. Trust me. I've been in these games a lot. There is no way someone fills that many diapers normally. Its gotta be fake." "You REALLY think no one can fill diapers that much, and we must be faking it?" "Yep!" He replied, confident in his answer. There was a thumbs up on the comment, and Alex smiled, glad they agreed.

(I'm not going to be making AI stories or art. I wanted to see what Grok would give me if I just said "make a story and picture based on my profile" without intending to post, but I thought the assumptions underneath what it came up with were funny. I mean, obviously they'd just make "Alex" a wimp in rhumba pants. So, please don't take this that I'm going to be doing this or supporting it in the future, it was just an experiment and a joke) The bedroom door clicked shut with the same finality as a cage latch.Alex stood in the middle of the room, wrists already cuffed behind his back, wearing nothing but a pair of pale pink rhumba panties stretched tight over the thickest diaper he’d ever been taped into. The crinkle followed every tiny shift of his hips like mocking applause. Above it sat a short, ruffled babydoll dress — the kind that barely skimmed the top of the padding and left zero doubt about what was underneath.Sir circled him slowly, boots deliberately loud on the hardwood.“Explain it to me again,” he said, voice calm, almost bored. “What exactly did you think ‘big boy privileges’ meant?”Alex swallowed. His tongue felt too big. “I… I thought I could earn them back. Sir.”A low chuckle. “Earn. Cute word.” Sir stopped behind him, one large hand resting possessively on the back of Alex’s neck. “Here’s what’s actually happening, princess. We’re not training you to get out of diapers. We’re training your brain to forget there was ever an alternative.”He tugged Alex backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the low cage in the corner — the one that had been delivered yesterday still smelling faintly of fresh metal and rubber coating.“Every day for the next month you’re going to live in the most pathetic, blush-inducing situations I can think of. You’ll eat from a dog bowl on the floor. You’ll crawl when I snap. You’ll thank me every time that diaper gets heavier. And when bedtime comes…” Sir tapped the cage bars with his knuckles, metallic ping ping ping, “…you’ll sleep right here. Locked. No pillow. Just you, your soggy pampers, and the knowledge that resisting earns you the paddle.”Alex’s knees trembled. He hated how the diaper forced them apart, hated more how part of him was already getting used to the bulk.Sir leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “And the best part? You’re going to start thinking this is normal. Not just acceptable. Normal. The second your stupid little head decides this is simply who you are — a crinkly, sissy, diaper-filling pet — that’s when the real fun begins.”A gloved finger traced the edge of the diaper tapes, pressing just enough to make the padding squish audibly.“But tonight?” Sir continued. “Tonight you’re still fighting it. I can see it in your eyes. So here’s the deal.”He stepped back and folded his arms.“Get in the cage now, lie down nicely, and maybe I’ll only tease you about the paci gag for an hour before lights out. Or…” His smile turned sharp. “Keep standing there pretending you still have dignity, and I’ll bend you over the changing table, paddle that pampered ass cherry-red, then tape you into something even thicker for morning. Your choice, baby.”Alex stared at the open cage door. The thick plastic mattress inside looked impossibly small. The room smelled faintly of baby powder and fresh plastic.His cheeks burned hotter than any spanking could manage.Slowly — so slowly it hurt — he sank to his knees, then shuffled forward on them, diaper crinkling like it was laughing at him the whole way.Sir watched with quiet satisfaction as Alex crawled inside, curling onto his side, knees drawn up as much as the bulk allowed.“Good girl,” he murmured, reaching down to snap the heavy padlock shut. Click.The lights dimmed.Through the bars Alex could just make out Sir’s silhouette as he turned toward the door.“Sweet dreams,” came the final words before the room went dark. “Try not to leak too much before morning. I hate cleaning up cranky babies.”The door closed.In the silence that followed, Alex pressed his burning face into the thin mattress and tried very hard not to listen to the tiny, traitorous sound of his own breathing.Or the even quieter sound of surrender starting to settle somewhere deep behind his ribs.Reset day one had only just begun.

Ahhh that makes sense then. And no, its alright, it still all makes sense. Thanks for the response!

Y Yes that would also be fun

A package? Why not just one good diaper, or cheaper ones multi layered? If he has multiple, he'll still need to change, which doesn't fix the problem of being surrounded by people and having no place to put it. Honestly, these normies obviously just don't understand diapers🙄

I'm sure others have thought of this but... Could you imagine being in a full diaper and rocking back and forth on that?

What does the AB baker make? BABYCAKES!

I do this all the time. I close blinds and make sure I'm out of view of the open ones, and always keep a "normal" outfit near me so i can get dressed quickly. Its kind of scary sometimes, but also fun

The first gasp was a women's, and came from her right. The second was a man, who just said "What the fuck" out loud. She turned to face the couple, both well-dressed, one in a suit, and the other in a buttoned shirt and long green skirt. "Please change my diaper," she said through her pacifier. "NO!" the woman said, shaking her head. She turned to the man. "Please. I'm a baby who can't take care of myself. Please change my diaper." The man stared at her and shook her head. She crawled between them, looking for the next group to beg. "That's disgusting!" the woman said as she past and the back of her diaper came into view. Danny herself had seen it, and she couldn't argue the point. She turned a corner, and came to a café. Steel tables were laid out in rows, and people sat in them eating and drinking. "What is that smell?" a man at the first table asked. The person across from him pointed at Danny, and he looked and gasped, and both laughed. "What?" he asked. "Please sir," Danny said. "I'm a stinky baby who can't take care of herself. Please change my diaper." "Uhhhh... no," he said. "Sorry." She crawled to the next table. The tears had turned into full sobs, and she begged through them. "Please. I'm a dumb baby who can't take care of herself. Please change my diaper for me!" Both shook their heads. She went from table to table, well aware that all eyes were on her, and many had begun filming. People were noticeably disgusted, and a few looked sick, but she continued. A waiter came out with a broom. "Get out dumb baby," he said. "Go find your mommy and daddy elsewhere. You are making our customers sick." He pushed at her with his broom, and she crawled out. The customers laughed and applauded as she left. "Fifteen minutes dummy Danny. Better hurry!" the voice said. She continued down the street. A crowed of people, men and women, noticeably drunk, were walking by. "Please! Please I'm a stinky baby who needs a diaper change. Please help me!" She begged. They looked at her and laughed. "No, sorry, not my kink," the first one said. "Good luck though, stinky baby. Anyone else?" The rest laughed and shook their heads, then watched as she crawled through them. "God you really do stink," one said, and smacked her bottom with a squish. More of them laughed, and she kept crawling and sobbing. More and more people turned here down. Some seemed disgusted or horrified, others laughed, but all dug deep into what was left of her pride and left her more humiliated then the last. It was a hopeless cause, she knew. Unless she could find the one in a thousand people who might actually LIKE her kink, none would just agree to change a strange adults diaper. All she was doing was giving the website more fodder for their deranged viewers. Still, with the collar right against her neck, she didn't have much choice. She looked up at the nearest street sign. Puer Stultus boulevard. She knew it. In fact... She looked down the street, and her heart sped up. There was a clinic on this street, only a few blocks down. If she could make it there and present this as a medical issue, then maybe... It was worth a shot. She began crawling, ignoring the crowds gasping and laughing as she past. "Oh what's that Dummy Danny? Get an idea?" the voice said. "Better hurry. Only ten minutes left to find a caregiver, or we assign one." She crawled faster, going as quickly as she could. Her diaper swayed and rubbed her from the motion, and she felt it dripping. Still, she had continued, no matter how many puddles she left behind her. It was right ahead, across the street. She looked, then began to crawl. Cars stopped and honked, and she could see the drivers staring in shock, but she kept moving. "Five minutes Dirty Diaper Danny," the voice said. She noticed they liked alliteration. She reached the clinic. They took walk ins- or in her case crawl ins- but she had no idea if this was acceptable. It was her only chance, and she'd take it. "Three minutes Dumb Diaper Dumping Danny." She opened the door and crawled in. There was a desk right in front of her, and a secretary, in a white jacket and with her grey hair tied in a bun, sat at it. She looked up at Danny, gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my," she said. "Please, I'm a helpless baby with a stinky diaper," Danny said. "I can see that, little baby," the woman said, laughing. "Please. I need a diaper change. Please change my diaper," she said. "Two minutes..." "I uhhh.. I need to stay here," the woman said. "Please," Danny begged. "I need someone, ANYONE to change my diaper. I'm begging you please. Just change me!" "Oh uh... if you need it as a medical thing and not a kink thing..." "YES! I'm helpless! Please!" "I'm sure we can find someone in a moment..." she looked behind herself. "Please! I need someone to change my diaper now!" Danny could feel it. She was so close. All she needed was the "yes," and she was home free. "One minute to dumb babyhood! Better hope this works!" "I don't know if any of the doctors are free, but I can check..." "YES! Please!" The woman stood up. She moved slowly, and went behind the desk. "Thirty seconds to permanent brainlesness..." "PLEASE! IT HAS TO BE NOW!" "Yes yes one second... WHOOPS!" The woman turned and tripped over a chair. She fell to the floor. Danny gasped. "No no! Please! Please just say you'll change me now!" "Ten seconds." The woman stood up and smiled at her. "It's ok, don't worry. I'm sure we'll find someone to..." "NO! NOW! PLEASE CHANGE MY DIAPER!" Danny screamed. Something moved in her collar, and she heard the door open behind her. "No..." she said. "No please just one more..." "Uhhh..." she said. Something priced her neck, and she forgot what she was about to say. She tried to search for the words, but they vanished into a wall of fog that filled her head. What else could she say? She tried to think of what she wanted to tell the woman, but couldn't think of it. In fact, when she tried to think of any words at all, she couldn't come up with them. Why couldn't she think of how to speak? A man in black walked beside her. He walked up to the nice grey haired woman. "Sorry about her," he said. "She is one of our wards. She is mentally... different. She wandered off when our back was turned, and I think your clothes look like the people who normally change her diapers. We will take her back now, I hope she wasn't a bother." "No not at all, I figured it was something like that," the woman said and smiled. Danny felt hands grab her and lift her up. Now what could any of that mean? She tried to think, but the solid words turned into meaningless mush, and faded entirely from her memory by the time they left the clinic.

This is a good story! Fun so far If you don't mind me suggesting something, a few times you say stuff like "Susan made me wear the diapers all evening, and it felt great" or "Susan asked me to ___" . This feels like you are summarizing a story, it would be fun to read that through

Is this a repost? I feel like I remember this as a classic story. Either way, love it

Danny paused on the sidewalk, her mouth hanging open. Her heart raced, and she began to sweat despite the cold wind. "Oh? Why so shocked?" the voice said. "Did you REALLY think we'd let you off THAT easily? You'd have to be even dumber than we thought." "Wha I... I ... I what..." she stumbled. "Oh, are those supposed to be words, or are you practicing your baby babble for when you fail? This is a time challenge, and the time is already started, so I'd say something quick. There is a nice canister of mind melting drugs in your collar if you don't." Danny's hands went to her collar, and she rubbed it. There it was. It was small, but clearly there. A tiny little round canister on the side of her neck, tied by the solid form of her collar. She yanked at the collar. She looked around. There had to be something- a knife, pair of scissors, broken glass... ZAP! She yelped, and collapsed to her knees, then got back up. She stood, bent over, and panting. "Now now Dummy Danny, we thought of that. The second the collar breaks in any way, you get doused. We already have staff nearby to pick up your mind-wiped body if we need." Danny glanced up. She could see them. A group of men, all of them big, muscular, wearing sunglasses and dressed in all black, watched her. Any one of them could over power her easily. She looked behind herself, and saw another group behind her. "Yes, it was harder to convince a group to go BEHIND you, for reasons I'm sure you know. Now, the time is ticking. Are you going to play, or are we going to just have them drag your stinking bottom off to your new life now?" Danny couldn't explain why she did it, except panic. She looked at the groups, the surrounding crowds, then down an empty alley. It was barren, flanked by brick walls, and with piles of trash littering it. She bolted, running as fast as she could. Perhaps if she could get far enough away from them, out of range of their radios, she... ZAP! She collapsed to the floor and yelped. She tried to get up, and the shocks returned, hitting her steadily until she was back on her knees. She kept trying to get up, but the feeling kept her down. Her eyes teared up, and through the tears, she saw another group of men in all black at the end of the alley. Finally, she simply stayed down on all fours. "Good girl, on your knees. Now stay like that and crawl like a baby. Crawl to the end of the alley. Remember, your time is already going." She sniffled, but obeyed, and crawled toward the light at the end of the alley. The pavement was cold on her hands, and the smell of the leaking garbage made her nausea. Her hand hit something sticky and wet, and she didn't dare look to see what it was. She made it to the end of the alley with all her limbs sticky and sore. "Good girl. Now stop there." She stopped. "Its almost smart of you to run into all this garbage, as if it could cover the smell of your diapers. Is that why you did it? To hide your stinky diaper smell?" "Yes," she sobbed. "I came here to hide my stinky diaper smell." "Good girl. Unfortunately, we don't want you hiding anything when you go back into public. Jacket off, now." "NO! Pleas... AAA!" She began, and got cut off by the shocks. "Jacket off. NOW. You are dressed WAY too much like an adult, instead of the dumb little baby you proved you are. Jacket off so everyone will see your soiled diapers and cute clothes. Then back to all fours." Danny raised herself to her knees and stripped her coat off. She then lowered herself back down to the garbage, with her stained diaper, pacifier, and humiliating t shirt visible. "Good girl. Pacifier in mouth, since you are crying like a baby anyway." Danny obeyed. "Please," she said. "This is too much." "Oh it isn't half done. I've been waiting for this final task ALLL day." "You've already proven you are too dumb to be a regular adult. You proved you are too dumb for basic school level math, too dumb for pre school level toys, and too dumb even to keep your diapers clean. So, now we have a baby level task for you - finding someone else, an actual, mature adult, to change your dirty diapers for you." "Wha...what?" Danny said, still crying. "No, please, not that." "Yes, that. You are going to crawl out into the crowd, dressed as you are on all fours, and beg strangers for a diaper change. Tell them all you are a dumb, stinky baby who can't take care of herself, and you need a caregiver. If you can't find one, we will provide one, and I promise they will be MUCH harsher then anyone out there." "PLEASE! NO! Let me have some dignity...AAA!" Danny begged pathetically, but was cut off by the shock. "Time is ticking Danny. You had half an hour at first, you are now down to 25 minutes. Your new doms are here with paddles, BEGGING for a chance to smack your bottom for all you've done. I'd get crawling if I were you." Danny's arms collapsed, and her head fell into the garbage and pavement. Her knees were shaking, even though they were on the ground. This was too much. All the other games had some kink fun, and were in line with her daydreams. But crawling in public, dressed as she was, and BEGGING strangers for a diaper change? That was beyond even her darkest fantasies. "Please don't make me... AAA!" More shocks. "NOW, Diaper Danny. Get crawling, or we'll douse you and ship you to your new life." Danny took a deep breath, then crawled out into the light. (This is the first part of the final chapter, and might be the most humiliating thing I've written. I've been asked to remind people that this is about Danny, a real person, who requested to be shown this way and approved my characterization of her )

I always like the "disease that makes you baby brained" trope, and this is one of my favourite versions of it. Thanks for sharing

Nice! I always like these fantasy settings