Horizon

Probably not. The drive to finish this faded years ago. If I were to work on something else I would finish it before releasing it. This tought me a lesson and I have had many projects fizzle out since. Writing chapters to release on a schedule is not fun and I don't know how so many do it.

That was awful in the best way possible. Easily my favorite author on here.

I enjoyed it but I personally prefer the more in the moment visceral stuff. Nothing wrong with this, that is just my taste. Thanks for writing this and I'm looking forward to more.

Well, Kraft Dinner sold you out as a Canadian haha

If you included links to the stories(hopefully in order) at the start of your posts it would help people catch up and follow along easier. Just a suggestion.

This was a fun addition, thank you

Do you plan on continuing this or is it complete? Really enjoyed it, thanks for writing it.

Interesting take on this. Good stuff!

This and its sequel are by a wide margin my favorite stories. If you're planning creating new stuff, I'm over the moon. Really looking forward to seeing what else you have in the pipe.

I live in this province and never heard of this.

Wow, I did not expect someone to like that picture enough to trigger a fan story. I enjoyed what you've done with it. There is an alternative version of this on his twitter.

I'm a little confused with the timeline. How long have they been in Preston at this point? There seems to be a small time jump but I may have just misunderstood it.

This is very quickly becoming my favorite story. Fantastic job.

I love this. Favorite type of crazy.

This story is master class. I love it.

Eventually. I had a family and work a lot so I don't get a lot of time and what time I do have is normally spent on other stuff :/. Sorry to keep people waiting but writing is time consuming and time is a currency I lack.

That was intense. Thank you for writing that.

Yeah, I will work on this when I feel the drive to do so again. I apologize for letting it fall apart, but my desire to write will appear at random and that doesn't always fall in line with free time.

Quick update: I've been really busy to work and I need to travel. I'm going to India for a week, then Japan for a month and then back to India for two weeks. I really doubt I'll be able to work on this while I'm gone so this is the last update for a little while, sorry folks. Chapter 8 – Getting used to it. She sat in shock, not sure how to process what she just did. She didn’t hear the idle joke the larger women made as she waved her hand in front of her face. She picked up the spoon and started to shovel the food into the mouth of the child who just shit themselves. Alex couldn’t even look up and stared ahead, she felt violated in a way she never thought was possible. The smell started to permeate from her waist and she glanced at the young girl. She was clearly not impressed at the situation and didn’t know how to react, but it didn’t look like revulsion. She had just shit herself in front of people she didn’t know and they were making casual jokes, taking it in stride. “It’s a shame, I only just changed his diaper half an hour ago.” Her mother said and she put the final fork of pancake in her mouth, standing up. “He hasn’t gone since he arrived, so a messy diaper was bound to happen sooner rather than later.” “He must have been backed up.” The other women said as she was scraping the bowl, getting the last bits of food out of the bowl. “It stinks.” The younger girl said covering her mouth. “Can I go to the living room please?” “Sure honey, the TV remote is in the pouch on the side of the couch.” Alex’s mother added as she started rinsing her plates off in the sink. Alex was running recent events in her head over and over and was starting to cry. She felt her stomach roll over and felt a swell in her throat. Her eyes watered even more, unable to process the fact that she just pooped, in a diaper, on display, in front of others, while being fed, in a high chair. “We’ll join you shortly.” The girl’s mother added. Just as the girl left the room, the swell became a surge as Alex upheaved everything she ate all over the highchair and getting some of the women in process. “God damnit….” The women said with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry about that, I guess he isn’t quite ready for solids yet.” Her mother said as she quickly came over with some paper towel, ripping a few pieces for her friend. “It’s alright, I should have expected that could have happened.” She said while she began wiping herself off. “Go to my room and see if you can find a shirt. I’ll clean this up and try feeding him again.” Her mother said as was mopping up what she could. Both the young girl and the women left the room, leaving Alex and her mother alone. Her mother went to the sink and got a wet rag and started cleaning Alex’s face. “Phew, you’re a smelly baby.” She said, finishing cleaning up the high chair. “But you need to be fed and you don’t seem to be able to keep solids down.” She went to the fridge and removed two baby bottles of milk before returning to the girl and undid the tray. Her bib still had some throw up on it, but it wasn’t removed. Alex was picked up and placed on her mother’s hip with a quiet squelch. She grabbed the two bottles and brought Alex into the living room, grabbing a cloth from the open diaper bag sitting on the floor near the entrance. Walking over to the couch, she sat down on the opposite end of the young girl, who gave a rather grossed out look towards them. “I’m sorry honey, you’ll need to deal with the smell for a little while longer.” She said as she crossed her legs and adjusted into Alex to a nursing position. “Can’t you just change him first, it’s gross.” She said without considering Alex at all. “No sweetie, I need to wait until he’s done feeding, I expect he was a little backed up so he probably isn’t done yet. If I change him now, I’ll probably need to change him again soon after. It’s only a poopy diaper, it won’t kill you to deal with for a little while longer.” She said and she finished adjusting Alex, with her diaper was still on display with the contents shifting, less than three feet away from the other girl. She snapped the cap off of one of the bottles and placed it in Alex mouth, who started sucked immediately to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. The younger girl sighed and started watching the TV once again. Her mother was right, as the end of the first bottle approached, her body tensed, gut lurched, and reluctantly, yet loudly, pushed more poop into her diaper. The sounds she produced prompted a wrinkled nose from the younger girl as her Mother quietly humming. She definitely didn’t want to make eye contact with the other girl after everything she had done. Alex was embarrassed as hell and was red faced the entire time. The fact that she did it willingly, while being fed a bottle, brought her to a new low. She crapped her pants with an audience, threw up on someone, and then crapped her pants more without anyone freaking out. She was supposed to poop herself, right? Why would there be a fuss? She wasn’t allowed to use the toilet even if she wanted to. She was being fed a baby bottle with a load in her pants and no one cared. It clicked, the realization that no matter what she did, should would be okay. She had literally pooped herself and the reaction was ‘business as usual’. She was afraid of what else she was going to be subjected to that would have the same attitude towards it.

Chapter 7: What it means to be a baby Alex awoke with a start to the sound of tapes being removed from her diaper. Immediately the older women came into view. “Good morning sweat pea!” Her mother said as she stopped untaping the diaper and started to tickle her stomach. “It’s a good thing you were in a nighttime diaper or you would have ruined your mattress!” Alex looked down and closed her legs. The diaper was absolutely bloated. How long was she asleep? Did she really wet herself that much, while she slept? The sound of the second tape being ripped off and the diaper being opened up brought her back to reality. She was about to fuss when she notice something was wrong, like really wrong. She felt odd, she wanted to protest but just stayed motionless as her bottom was being lifted and the diaper removed. She tried to lift her arm, only to remember the panel that held her to the table. She was in her own head when she felt a new diaper being brought up between her legs and sealed, feeling it tighten up around her. “All done baby!” Her mother said while smiling down at Alex and gave the diaper a quick crotch rub. She was released, taken off the table and set down on her bum. As she was sat down, she notice why she felt weird. She brought her arm up to her face and noticed how sluggish she felt. It kind of felt like she was drunk without actually being drunk. Her mother was digging through a closet behind Alex, looking for something to put her in. Alex twisted her upper half around to look and immediately lost her balance and fell backwards. She tried to sit back up only to fail at it repeatedly! In a bit of a panic she rolled over and lifted herself up to a crawling position and tried to stand up with no success. She didn’t seem to be able to coordinate enough to stay balanced! “This will just fine for the morning.” Her mother said turning around and presented a blue t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon boat on the chest. She straightened Alex up by pushing her back on ankles and brought the t-shirt down over her head. She was picked up and set back down on her bum. Her mother completed the ensemble by sliding a set of white socks over Alex’s feet. With that done, she was picked up and placed on her mother’s hip, accented with all the crinkles that came with supporting her weight with one hand and her hip. “You’re being so good this morning, yes you are, yes you are!” She said as her face was almost touching Alex’s. She was brought into the bathroom, which was a rather large one at that, and placed on counter near the sink. Her mother got a few items from the countertop and started brushing Alex’s hair into two loose pig-tails that were hung over her shoulders and down her chest. “Just one more thing before we get the day started okay sweet heart?” She said as she was once again picked up and carried to down the hall to a new room. When the light was turned on a silver chair, no too different from a dentist chair was in the middle of the room. The room had clouds decorating the walls and silver cabinets, it was the same room she was in when this whole thing began. Alex started to panic as previous memories of this room flooded her head. She was brought to the chair and strapped in while putting up a meaningless fight. She was secured by so many straps she could barely move. A sheet was brought around her neck and tied. Her mother walked away for a moment and came back with a metal bowl, hair clippers and a pair of scissors. Alex knew what was coming and started crying, unable to resist. Her mother placed the bowl on top of Alex’s head brushed her hand over Alex’s cheek. She was clinical with the process, cutting off her pigtails with the scissors without any thought of the girl who they belonged to. She then trimmed the hair around the bowl with the trimmers and shaved down remaining hair to a buzz cut. She removed the bowl and did a few small touch ups before removing the sheet and sweeping the floor, leaving the poor, crying 1girl in the chair. After what felt like an eternity she was unbuckled and once again picked up. Alex wanted to reach up and touch what was left of her hair but couldn’t bring herself to do it, she could only guess how awful it looked. Unknown to her, but she now looked every bit of a 7-9 year old boy then even she could fathom. “Now how about some morning num nums?” She said as she asked as she bounced the girl on her hip. As they were walking towards the stairs, Alex found it immensely tiring keeping herself straight. She hesitantly leaned against the women and set her head on her shoulder. She realized then, the shot she was given had tightened its grip. It really scared her, the ability to physically resist was going to be impossible now. She was almost unable to support her own weight for decent period of time, she felt helpless. It dawned on her that was exactly what her ‘Mother’ wanted. She wanted to cry but had no more tears left, just numbness. They entered the kitchen and she was once again, locked into the highchair as her mother started to get breakfast ready. She was given a little set of plastic keys to play with, and of course, she wanted nothing to do with them. As her mother walked away, Alex threw them as hard as she could, all 8 feet of it. Her mother just sighed and continued to get breakfast ready. Alex was sitting there unable to do much, watched her dominator prepare what looked like pan cakes. The sound of a doorbell rang through the house. Alex straightened up and looked at her mother with a new sense of dread. Her mother looked at her and smiled. “Don’t worry sweet heart, if you act the part, they will be none the wiser.” She said as she cleaned her hands off with a towel and headed towards the door. Alex sat petrified in the highchair, trapped by the tray and able to move, unable to escape. Horror flooded her mind as realized people would see her with her new haircut, trapped in an infantile chair, with a fully exposed diaper. Anyone who glances between her legs would immediately know her status. She thought about what her mother said, if she acted like a toddler then they wouldn’t make fun of her because that is what they expected to see. If they knew she was an adult, and a girl for that matter, that would bring an unbearable shame like no other. She reluctantly caved and decided to pretend and act the part for now. She figured it would be better to swallow her pride rather than letting it crumble with someone finding out what she really was. Even if she exposed herself, she wasn’t even sure they would end up helping her get out of this situation and it would probably just make things worse for her. “Wow Martha, he’s a cutie!” the voice of a new women bellowed. Ripping Alex out of her thoughts, she looked up at the new face of a larger, more round women. “You’re such a kind soul for taking on a burden like this.” She said as she walked towards the highchair. “Come meet the ‘baby’ sweat heart.” Her mother, now Martha, said to someone out of Alex’s sight. After a short moment, a young girl around the age of 10 or 11, came around the larger women and curiously looked at the baby that was the same size as her. She was just staring and Alex looked at her, noticing her eye spying a glance between her legs before looking back up. There was a short pause before the larger women spoke up again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt his feeding time.” She said taking a glance at the mess that was on the counter. “It’s no worry, if you would like to help feed him, you’re more than welcome to.” Martha said while smiling. “Just give me a few minutes to throw some oatmeal on for him. I was making some pancakes for myself and I was going to see if he can handle solids with something easy.” “Sure, I can feed him while you eat.” She as and they both went over to the cooking area and started getting everything ready. Alex just sat there, not 100% sure what to do. Out of her peripheral, she could see the younger girl just staring at her. She took a quick glance at her and the girl looked away and clearly didn’t know what to do. She walked over to a chair at the kitchen table, pulling it out and sat down. It was only a few minutes to actually cook the food, but aside from the conversation between the adults, it was rather quite. Alex readjusted herself in her high chair as she was getting uncomfortable with the younger girl casually trying to catch a glace when she thought no one would notice. Clearly Alex was an anomaly to this girl and she seemed a little bothered by their relative similarity with completely different circumstances. The larger women brought a chair over in front of the high chair and sat down with the bowl of oatmeal. She said something derogatory in baby babble as her mother strapped a green bib around her neck. It looked like it had something written on it but she didn’t want to be caught trying to read it, she just assumed it was something embarrassing. With a rubber covered spoon, the women look a spoonful of the mush and blew on it before offering it to Alex. Alex hesitated long enough for the women to start to push it into her mouth. With a small fuss, she accepted and started eating. It was plain and nothing special, but the warmth felt good. The feeding was slowly taking place as a conversation was going on without either of the younger girls contributing. About half way through the bowl something happened that really grounded this whole situation. With Alex’s mouth opened, ready for another spoonful, a guttural wet fart erupted from her bottom. It was only about half a second long, but she had zero warning or control over it. She felt herself blush as it brought the room to a standstill. “Uh oh, looks like someone is about to make some room.” The larger women cooed, looking directly at Alex with a small chuckle. Both adults let out a small chuckle and continued what they were doing, ignoring what just happened. A spoon was pushed into Alex’s mouth as she just sat there, embarrassed that she just farted in front of three other people and they made a joke about it. She could tell that the younger girl was uncomfortable with the comment her mother made, getting a good idea what she meant. To Alex’s credit, she was doing a really good job of trying to look like she didn’t care, but it took all of her effort to keep from crying as her embarrassment was starting to bubble over. It was only a minute or two later when Alex felt a few more quiet releases that didn’t make any noise. There was a sudden building pressure that brought her back to reality and made her hyper aware of her situation. She felt her gut fall out from under her and the need to void become furious, demanding her attention more than eating. She could feel her bottom starting to relax without her consent. She tried to clamp down she wasn’t able to keep clenched for longer than a second at a time. No matter what she did, her bottom would keep relaxing. She could feel it starting to reach the point of no return when another mouthful of the mush was pushed into her face. Just as it entered her mouth, she stiffened and began to uncontrollably grunt. She stopped paying attention to the room as the mothers shared another chuckle and a joke about the face she was making. Some oatmeal fell from her mouth down onto her bib as she struggled. It came to the breaking point and trying to hold it as it was requiring way too much effort. Her control fading, her body gave up and started to release on its own. With a soft grunt, her eyes glazed over as she stared into nothing, she let out a few soft farts as the quiet sound of soft poop filling her diaper was only noise in the room. Sitting in a chair that was making her sit up straight caused the mess to fill the back and front at the same time, crawling up her vagina and her behind at the same time. She took a quick breath just pushed as hard as she could, making a much harsher grunt this time. Accompanied by two bubbly farts, she could feel it passing her crotch and making its way higher in the diaper in both directions as she was assisting in the process now. With a final series of smaller farts, it was over, sinking into the diaper as the tension left her body with one final grunt.

I would suggest that you just go along for the ride. This is just a dumb fantasy and nothing more :p

New content starts here. Thanks for reading this nonsense. Chapter 6: Making it work The plastic cushion crinkled as Alex was placed on it. It was slightly colder and woke her up from the passive daze. It hit her like a ton of bricks when she realized where she was and what was about to happen. She stared up at her mother as she learned over her, buckling her in with a large padded safety strap that covered most of her torso. The strap anchored her top half down and prevented her arms from moving, but allowed easy access to everything below her belly button. Her mother bent down and grabbed the changing supplies, including a new diaper and moved towards Alex’s lower half. Her mother opened the new diaper and fluffed it out before sitting it aside, all while Alex tried to push against the strap, able to budge. She planted her feet and tried to push herself out of it but she couldn’t gather the strength to move her whole body. She felt her mother pull her legs apart and then press her diaper making a quip about being a good boy for making soggy pants for mommy. Without any effort she tore the tapes off and opened the diaper, finally releasing Alex’s crotch to the open air. Alex turned red and started crying while trying wiggle away. It was enough to make her mother grab her leg and give her inner thigh a single hard slap. “Be good or I’ll tape this wet diaper back on you for the night.” She said giving Alex a second softer slap on her other leg. Her mother walked away from the table, out of sight of Alex, and returned with a yellow pacifier and pushed it in Alex’s mouth. The bulb filled her mouth, making her to breathe through her nose and forcing her to calm down a little bit. “Now be good or you won’t be happy.” Her mother said and she went back to cleaning the naked girl. Alex just shut down and stopped moving completely making her mother do all the work. After a few wipes from a cold baby wipe, her ankles were crossed and her legs were pushed towards her chest, lifting her bottom off the table. Her mother wiped her bottom and tossed the wipe on the used diaper, pulling it out from under her and rolling it up. Sliding the new diaper under her, the dominant women powdered her bottom before lowering her back and powdering her front. It was almost immediately when the diaper was brought up between her legs, Alex noticed that is was a lot thicker than the previous one she was wearing. She looked down as it was being taped on and the picture of big bird wearing a night cap made it obvious that she was being put in a night-time diaper. She felt the diaper tighten up as the final tape was being adhered. Both tapes were pressed down to make sure they were secure and then she felt fingers go through the leg cuffs, making sure it was being worn correctly. Her mother undid the strap and freed her charge from the table. Picking the girl up, she carried her to the crib, set her inside, and brought the side up with a click. “Have a good sleep sweat heart. Tomorrow should be an interesting experience for you!” Her mother said with a grin. She walked to a nightstand near the crib and grabbed a rectangle item off of it. “If you try to take off your diaper, I will hear it.” She said as she turned a knob on the object and it became clear that it was a baby monitor. “Good boys leave their diapers alone.” With that, she walked to the door and shut the light off, closing it behind her. The only light in the room came from the stupid night light. Alex immediately took out the pacifier and threw it as hard as she could across the room. She looked down at her waist and stared at the much larger undergarment that was clearly on display. Her crotch was covered almost to the bottom of her rib cage and it was clear that this diaper was made to take a beating. Her eyes watered up and she laid down, with her waist crinkling a lot more than before. She turned on her side, but her legs couldn’t close properly, so that position was not even close to being comfortable. She rolled on her back and closed her tear filled eyes trying to sleep. It must have been twenty or so minutes of trying to fall asleep when she felt the need to pee once more. This time however, was not the same as before. It felt like it was building and that she needed to go really badly and needed to go really soon, otherwise she would lose control, but that is exactly what happened. The amount of time from the initial need to the point of being unable to hold it back and urinating in her new underwear, was maybe 30 seconds. She sat there, feeling the small amount of warmth spread over her loins. It wasn’t as unpleasant as the previous times, and the diaper did a very good job and sucking it up. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, she didn’t want this but it was going to happen regardless of what she did. She started to break everything down in her head and thought about what was going to happen. She was being treated as a baby, diapers and all. She wasn’t able to speak and any sort of intentional communication was going to be met with punishment. Unless she was in the crib or playpen, she doubted she was going to be left unsupervised. She placed her hand on the diaper and pressed into herself. If this is something she couldn’t get out of and was forced to do it. If she was forced to do it, then it wasn’t her fault. If it wasn’t her fault, why should she feel embarrassed? She had already wet herself and had “her own” diaper changed by another person and she wasn’t made fun of. If she wasn’t being made fun of, then it was expected. All of this was something that was expected of her. She made the conscious decision that if this women wanted a baby, she was going to make her regret it. That eased her mind and she settled back down and felt herself relax for the first time since she arrived here. She felt a small dribble leave her downstairs. She thought to herself “Why bother, the responsibility of keeping my pants clean isn’t mine anymore. In fact, I’m wearing something to protect my clothes from ruining them because she expects me to do just that. I could dump a whole bowl on spaghetti on myself and she would have to clean it up, I could intentionally cry non-stop and it would be her problem. I’m going to make her life miserable if she is going to do this to me and that will make her regret what she has to do and make her…stop...this...” That was as far as her thoughts got when she finally dozed off.

Chapter 5: Babyhood Alex woke with a start. It took her a few moments to register her surroundings. She was surrounded by the wooden bars of the crib…her crib. She had been moved and didn’t wake up in the process. What was wrong with her? She figured she was still being affected by the drugs and it was making her a lot more drowsy than normal. She sat up and immediately noticed a crinkle, louder than before, pulling the covers off her, she froze. She was naked, dressed only in a diaper, no shirt, no pants. She covered her chest, looking around the room only to notice she was alone. Looking back down, she examined the diaper, it was the first time she actually saw it, completely babyish in every aspect. White and blue with green trim and none other than a cookie monster banner at the top near the two large tapes. They were exactly the same a baby diaper, but a lot bigger and thicker, made for someone her size. She placed her hand on it, feeling the padding and she pressed on it. It was smooth and crinkled as she moved her hand across it. She looked around, completely unaware of what time of day it was. She got up on her knees and grabbed the bars, peering through. The rooms was the same as it was before, but she could finally see the white object she failed to see before. There, in the corner of the room was fully stocked changing table. Shelves filled with changing supplies and many, many more diapers just like the one she was wearing. She couldn’t clearly tell, but some seemed a little bigger than others. Her vision was back to normal, but the only light was from a night light, which didn’t help too much. It was then, as she was looking at her changing table, she felt a twinge in her lower region. She knew what the feeling was, looking down at the diaper around her waist, she started to panic. She looked around the room as if she was trying to find a way out. It was only a few seconds after the initial feeling when it felt like a balloon was inflating inside her until suddenly. The sensation was that of really needing to so, like she was holding it for half a day. She blocked out the rest of the world as she started to involuntarily leak into the diaper. She couldn’t hold it, the pressure was intense enough to make her not want to hold it anymore. Letting out a small yelp, it released. She could hear what she was doing and didn’t care. The wetness poured out of her as the thirsty diaper soaked everything up almost as quickly as she expelled it. She could feel it spread throughout the diaper and expand between her legs. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. She was frozen, still holding onto the bars of the crib. It took a moment for her to move again, she looked around under her, terrified about what would happen if it leaked. But to her surprise, the diaper held everything just fine. She slowly sat down and pulled her legs out from under her and hugged them, slowly starting to softly cry as she felt the snug warmness press against her. She didn’t know what to do except sit there. She sat without moving long enough for the diaper to start to cool off. She laid down and covered herself with the blues clues blanket that was in the crib with her. It was silent aside from the casual movement that would cause her to crinkle. Disgusted, she realized that this is going to be her norm and there was nothing she could do about it. She was going to end up sitting in her own waste on a regular basis, it was a diaper after all. She started sob again, turning into a full blown cry this time. She didn’t even hear when her mother entered or hear her ask what was wrong. She only noticed she was there when she felt two fingers enter her diaper. She jerked away and she pushed herself to the bars behind her. Covering herself with the blanket and stifling the cry, her face turning crimson. “Don’t be ashamed sweetheart, anything you can do to that diaper is expected.” Her mother said and she lowered the side of the crib. “And nothing you do should be embarrassing, it’s all involuntary anyway and not your fault.” She reached in and grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her up onto her hip. Alex tried to push against her mother, only to find out she couldn’t muster the strength to rival hers. With Alex firmly planted on her hip, her mother probed her diaper once again. “It’s just a little wet sweetie, you’ll be fine.” She said after checking Alex, adjusting her on her hip. A little wet? Alex felt like she burst a water balloon in her pants and her mother was saying it was just a little wet? She could feel it being pressed against her by her mother’s waist and it definitely felt like it was more than just a little wet. She brought Alex back through the kitchen into the living room again. Sitting her down in the highchair once again. “Mommy needs you to be good while she gets you a late lunch.” She said as she buckled the tray around Alex. Alex waited a moment before trying to reach below and check her own diaper, she didn’t believe it was only a little wet. The tray was too close to her for to even stick her hand down and it was too wide to reach around it. She gave up after a few tries, putting her head down on her heads. She slowly opened and closed her legs, feeling the bulk and listening to the crinkle of her new underwear. She felt her hair pulled back and a bib buttoned around her neck and spun around so it was hanging down. A bowl of cut grapes, more banana and some bland cereal. She felt rather full as her mother hoister her out of the highchair and took her back into the living room. Once again she was laid down and a bottle was presented. As it was pressed to her lips she noticed was how much easier it was to drink from this time. She was a lot slower this time as her stomach was full but the bottle wasn’t going to be removed until it was gone. Her mother just stroked her hair and hummed as she drank. She felt like she was going to burst when milk stopped flowing. The bottle was removed and her face was cleaned off with the bib. Her mother placed a towel over her shoulder and sat Alex on her leg in the burping position. After a few minutes of her mother rubbing and patting her back, Alex felt something dislodge. It was that moment that a rather guttural burp left her mouth that the same urgency that struck her in her crib repeated itself. It was like a rapidly inflating balloon produced an increasing pressure until she was dribbling without meaning to. Her mother must have felt it as Alex felt a hand press her diaper as it was filling. Without a word her mother stood up with Alex on her hip, still peeing her pants, and headed back to the nursery. She didn’t feel as bloated now, she was actually feeling pretty good as every pressure was being removed from her body. She just placed her head on her mother’s shoulder as she finished wetting herself.

@Nichole Kolibri The reason it was switched to Alex because it's a gender neutral name. The whole boy thing is because I've never read a story that has a girl getting treated like a boy, only the opposite. This is not a transgender story and it's meant to be humiliating. I would suggest waiting for more until you say you don't like something. I appreciate the feedback about spelling, but it reads correctly to me. I'm not sure if there is a language barrier that might be causing the confusion. @Everyone Thanks for reading

Chapter 3 is super short, so I added 4 as well. Chapter 3: Overload Alex blinked a few times but couldn’t make anything out. She was in motion, confusion was replaced with fear as the world began to clear. It took her a moment to realize she was being rocked back and forth. Looking down, she could tell that she was strapped in a cushioned something. She was wearing a dark blue pair of overhauls, a pastel blue t-shirt with puffed sleeves, and plain white ankle socks. She was strapped in the device by a strap that went around her lower half like a soft…..she was in a baby rocker. Looking around the room, the only things that stood out was a giant white dresser and a large toy box with a bunch of stuffed animals littered around it. The fear was starting to get the better of her, her hands went down to strap that was holding her in. She yanked on the panel, she could hear herself grunt, the fabric stretching but it didn’t move. Frustrated tears formed in her eyes, she didn’t know what to do. She started trying to pull herself up into a sitting position, but the rocking and disorientation made it impossible. Her tears turned into a full on cry. The rocking started to slow as a green blob came into her tear filled peripheral. “Awwww, what’s wrong sweetheart?” The blob cooed. Alex noticed she was crying hard enough to start hiccuping and didn’t even hear the words being said to her. It was when she felt hands grab her under arms and lift her up and out of the rocker that she started to come out of the haze. She felt her legs dangle as something lifted her with a slight grunt. The tears stopped long enough to see Mrs. Anderson face fill her view. It was at that very moment, as Mrs. Anderson's hips supported her weight that she was reminded of what exactly she was wearing. One of her hands was lightly holding her leg while her forearm supported her bottom, her diapered bottom. Alex’s crotch was pushed against the woman’s side, pressing the diaper into her. The pressure on her lower region was alien as she felt the fabric rub her nether regions. “I just changed you, so I don’t think it’s that.” She said and she rubbed away some of Alex’s tears. “I bet you’re hungry, huh.” She said, scrunching her nose. She was dressed completely differently than before. She was in total mother mode, her hair in a loose pony tail, a thin green sweater with a white shirt under it and a regular pair of jeans. Not expecting any response from Alex, she started walking towards to the door. In this moment, Alex was exposed to the entire room. It was a fully stocked nursery, built for a baby, a baby…of her size. A rocking chair and the baby rocker she was just in was in one corner, while the big white dresser and toy box were in the other. There was a giant white crib made of sturdy looking wood. On one side if the room, another large white object she couldn’t quite see from her still blurry peripheral. The room was blue with white cartoon clouds all over the walls, each one had a different silly expression on its face. The floor was covered in a bunch of puzzle piece mats that had letters and numbers in the middle of each mat. The mats covered the entire floor, giving it very playroom type aesthetic. The one thing that really stuck out was a bundle of silver and blue balloons that filled her vision as they left the room. Each balloon had the words printed on them. It took a few moments to digest what they said, and then, it set off every remaining alarm she had left. Written in colourful letters, the words displayed for everyone to see… “Congratulations, it’s a boy!!!” Chapter 4: Ground Rules While being carried down the kitchen, Alex noticed one thing about this house, it was huge. They must have passed half a dozen rooms before reaching the stairs heading up. That room was in a basement, she couldn’t recall if there were windows in the room or not and this got her worried. When they reached the top of the stairs, the room opened up into the kitchen itself, revealing a full set of modern everything. Wooden cabinets with a dark green marbled countertop complimented every appliance, which themselves were all shiny black. The table set matched the wood of the cabinets with the dark tile flooring bringing it all together. Next to the table was a solid wooden highchair that would comfortably fit her. She was placed in the chair and sank into the green padding that seemed over filled and too soft for something someone was supposed to sit in. Before she even thought of reacting she was strapped and locked in behind a tray that latched around her waist so well that her hip would prevent her from pulling herself out. Mrs. Anderson went out of view and started rummaging through the kitchen. “Why did those balloons say boy?” She thought. “Why was this happening? What was wrong with this lady? Wait, did she say she already changed me?” A blue bowl filled with yellowish mush accompanied Mrs. Anderson as she pulled a table chair up in front of the high chair. She placed the bowl on the table and walked around behind Alex and tied a terry cloth bib around her neck. She returned to the chair and sat down, plunged a rubber spoon in the mush and held up it up to Alex’s mouth, waiting for her to open up. “We’re going to go over the ground rules now that you’re awake.” Mrs. Anderson said as she pushed the spoon into Alex’s mouth, covering her face with anything she didn’t accept. It was banana, just banana, she didn’t expect that seeing as it was a squished paste. She swallowed and reluctantly her mouth slowly as the second spoonful was pushed towards her. The women was going at her pace and not Alex’s, pushing more food before she swallowed. “I’m your mommy.” Mrs. Anderson said and she continued to feed her charge. “The thing around your neck allows some words and that is one of them, the rest you will need to find out on your own.” “Mommy.” Alex tested with a mouth filled with banana. “That’s right sweetie, I AM your mommy and you ARE my child. You are now part of my family and are legally Alex Anderson. This house was built to build our special family. We wanted a clean slate to start fresh. Some of our friends have done it and it seemed like a good time to do it as well.” Continuing to feed Alex. “Why the hell are you doing this to me?” Alex thought and started to get worked up even though she couldn’t freely move. “Your father won’t be around for quite a while, he needs to attend to something to make sure you can’t be found. The old you is essentially gone and even if you managed to leave and find authorities, your finger prints and pictures will cause them to direct you back here.” Mrs. Anderson said. This caused to Alex to stop cooperating and just stared as mush didn’t make it into her mouth, but pushed into her face. “This is the last time I’m going to talk to you like an adult so you can sit there and eat while you listen or you can listen and then I force feed you the rest.” She said, setting the bowl down and looked Alex right in the eyes. She slowly opened her mouth as more food. “You are legally nine years old, that is your official age and are flagged as a special needs individual. You’re in our care until we say otherwise. If you’re good, you’ll be allowed to grow up and have a life, otherwise you’ll stay a baby for as long as I see fit.” Mrs. Ander……mommy, said. “You will be treated as a baby at the age of one, you will do things babies do, and you will not be responsible for anything. If you’re inclined, you can think of it as a three to five year vacation, no responsibilities and no pressure.” Scrapping the last of the bowl onto the spoon and feeding it to Alex. She wiped her face off with the bib before standing up with the bowl and walked out of view. “I know you’re a girl, but I’ve always wanted a boy. It was too hard to find a boy your size and age so we decided to raise you as a boy instead. Until you’re ready to grow up, you WILL be referred to as boy. I’m still debating whether or not to cut your hair, but for now you’ll keep it. If and when you grow up, you can be a girl again if you want to.” The sound of the sink being turned on gave Alex a moment of reprieve. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” Was running through her head. Turning the tap off, Alex’s new mommy walked back to the highchair and looked at for a moment before saying anything. “If you want to cooperate with this whole situation, I’ll let you in on a secret.” She said and she sat back down in front of the tray. “Your mommy and daddy have a lot of money. When this is over, it might be worth your efforts just accept your fate and decide to start enjoying yourself. You’re getting a chance to grow up again with a family that will love you.” Alex was very confused as to why they didn’t just tell her that from the start instead of all this crazy kidnapping nonsense. But she probably wouldn’t have accepted, regardless of any payoff. Since she was stuck in this situation regardless now, she might as well reap the benefits. “We prepared for this for over a year now. All the furniture, all the equipment, all the diapers, were made for you. The diapers had to be ordered in a rather large amount in order to get them made for you specifically. You will not grow up until all of the diapers are used up. If you want to think of it as an incentive, in order to grow up faster, you’ll need to be more of a baby. When the diapers are close to running out, we will begin you potty training. If at the end, I find you not ready to grow up again, I’ll be ordering more diapers and it will all being again from the start. To give you an idea of how long this treatment will take, we had to purchase 10,000 of them and they are not going to waste. Alex just sat there, dumbfounded and paralyzed. 10,000? She had to wear 10,000 diapers? No…she had to use 10,000 diapers. That thought alone was vomit inducing. “Now……are you a thirsty little boy?” Mommy said with a smile on her face. Alex was caught off guard when her mother put both arms under her armpits and hoisted her out of the high chair. She was so in her own head that she didn’t even notice the tray being removed. She was carried into the living room on with her weight supported by someone else’s hips, it was a completely alien feeling. They sat down on a sofa and she was pulled into her new mothers lap. She could see that her mother had a baby bottle in her other hand and could clearly tell that was for her. It didn’t take long for her to be readjusted and have her head supported by her mother. She was being fed the bottle, not given the bottle to drink on her own, meaning they were not moving until it was all gone. It was an odd experience, trying to suck milk out of a rubber nipple, especially when someone else was holding for her. After a minute or two of trying to get the rhythm, she was able to make steady progress. “Now, are you going to behave yourself and embrace your opportunity to shirk all responsibility? Her mother said as she supported Alex’s head. “Or am I going to need to make you embrace it?” Alex was thinking about everything that has happened since she was taken out of the highchair. She reluctantly couldn’t think of a way out of this situation, she was trapped. She figured is she couldn’t do anything about it, she might as well make it easier for herself. Remembering all of the injections, a chill ran down her spine, she was going to degrade over the next few days and if she couldn’t do anything now, there was no way she will be able to do anything in the near future. Her mother pulled the bottle out of her mouth and looked at her, waiting for a response. Alex hesitated for a moment and just nodded, their eyes not making contact. Her mother smiled and returned the bottle to her lips. The milk tasted a little sweeter than normal, something about it was off. It was still somewhat also hard to get the rhythm of sucking and swallowing, but she knew she will be getting a ton of practice in the future. “Alright sweetheart, I’m going to go over the rules for you so you know what you can and cannot do. The closer you follow these rules, the more others will believe you are what you appear to be and it will make situations considerably less embarrassing for you.” Mommy said, watching as the bottle was almost drained. She cleared her throat and started reciting a list that seemed practiced. “Rule number one: You can’t take your diaper off, you shouldn’t even be touching it. If find you playing or fiddling with your diaper you will get a spanking that you will never forget. Good little boys don’t touch their diapers or even hint at their condition, it’s not for you to worry about.” She said, making a point to emphasize that they were Alex’s diapers by giving her crotch a rather forceful cupping every time she mentioned the word. “Rule number two: Diapers are your present and future. You will be wearing them 24/7 and are expected to use them. The only time they come off is when they’re being replaced or you’re being given a bath. People won’t trust you not to be in them and will be expecting to see you in them. If you aren’t using them regularly, adults will think something is wrong and help you out. You’ll actually need them eventually so it’s in your best interest to wear them anyway. Rule number three: Obviously, the bathroom is off limits unless I’m giving you a bath. You have no reason to be in there so if you somehow find yourself there without a grownup, that will be a reddening of your behind. Rule number four: You will be changed when and where adults see fit. Don’t expect a change when you want it, it’s not your decision. It won’t matter if it’s public or private, inside or outside. If you need a diaper change while we’re out and about, you will be changed. You have a diaper bag for a reason so don’t expect to only be changed at home. You will behave yourself or there will be hell to pay. Rule number five: You will wear whatever you’re dressed in, you will eat whatever is fed to you, and you will go wherever we take you. If you ever put up a fight about any of those, you will probably be spanked. If an adult puts a pacifier in your mouth, you are not to remove it. Same goes with anything else they do to you. If they only want you in a diaper, you’ll only wear a diaper. People will see you naked all the time so you will get used to it. You can try walking while you still can but you probably won’t be able to support your weight in the near future, so enjoy it while you can.” Her mother finished, taking the bottle from Alex and setting her head over her shoulder and patted her back. Alex was crying softly, she didn’t want this but she couldn’t do anything about it. Surprisingly enough she felt a bubble escape as she burped. She wasn’t sure why but she started to immediately feel better after that. Her mother pulled her back onto her lap and started cleaning the tears and wetness around her mouth with a cloth. She stood up with a bit of a heft and Alex settled on her hip once more. They walked towards a rather large playpen that Alex failed to notice the first time around. She was placed inside and her mother just turned and walked out of the room. Looking around she noticed that it had a bunch of toys inside. She could also tell that the walls were taller than a regular playpen, considering she was sitting and the walls were higher than her head. There was a bear on the other side of the playpen. It was large enough toy for her to lay on which just helped make her feel even smaller. She tried to stand up but quickly realized that she was suspended off the floor by the mesh floor of the playpen and it made it somewhat harder to balance. She decide to crawl over to the bear instead of trying to walk. She could finally feel how much bulk was between her legs alone with noticing that the diaper didn’t grab her clothing at all, as the fabric slid over the plastic with ease. It was noticeable enough to make sure that she wouldn’t be forgetting her attire anytime soon. She grabbed onto the bear and started sobbing softly once again. Alex faded into darkness as she cried herself to sleep.