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Oh nooo! I lost the dare and now I gotta wear my diapy like a wittle baby! 😭💔 I’m a big boy, but I guess I'm also an adult baby who needs my comfy diapy for my potty time! It makes me feel all cozy and safe, just like a baby! 🍼✨ If someone says something, I gotta wear my diapy out in public for a whole 3-4 hours! 😳 Oh no, that’s so scawy! I really, really don’t want to take a picture in a public bathroom with my diapy on! Please, please don’t say anything! I just wanna keep my secret safe and snuggly! 🍼👶 Diapers are super soft and make me feel all warm and happy, but I don’t wanna show everyone! I just wanna be a happy baby in my diapy! Please keep it a secret! 🙈🍼 Thank you!

Chapter 1: The air was thick with anticipation and laughter as six 18-year-old friends gathered in Tommy's basement, the typical hangout spot for their group. The dim lighting was punctuated by the glow of neon signs and the hum of the old fridge in the corner. Sam, Carisa, Krista, Morgan, Tommy, and Mikey had been friends since they were kids, but tonight, they were about to take their bond to a new level of weird and wild. "Alright, who's ready to get naked and make a fool of themselves?" Sam asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She was the ringleader of their group, always pushing the limits and suggesting the craziest ideas. Tonight, she had outdone herself with the idea of Strip UNO, with a humiliating twist. Carisa, Tommy's girlfriend, giggled and blushed, looking at her boyfriend. "I don't know if I can do this, babe," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Tommy, the jock of the group, grinned and pulled her close, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you." Krista, Morgan's best friend, rolled her eyes. "Protect her? You'll be too busy trying to win so you don't have to wear that ridiculous Barney stuff." Morgan giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was Mikey's girlfriend and had been pushing him to embrace his 'inner baby' for weeks. Tonight, she saw her chance. Mikey, the main character of this wild night, looked nervous but also excited. He saw the game as a chance to impress Morgan and but wasn’t into her peculiar fetish. Sam dealt the cards, and the game began. The first few rounds were tense, with everyone trying to hide their nerves behind forced laughter and banter. But as the cards fell and the clothes came off, the room filled with a mix of laughter, humiliation, and arousal. Tommy was the first to lose a piece of clothing, stripping off his t-shirt to reveal a smooth, muscular chest. Carisa's eyes widened, and she looked away, blushing even more. Sam, ever the tease, leaned in and whispered, "You should be used to that, babe. You see him shirtless all the time." Tommy grinned and flexed, making everyone laugh. Morgan was the next to lose, and she reluctantly took off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Mikey's eyes widened, and he felt a stirring in his pants. He loved seeing Morgan like this, vulnerable and sexy. Krista was next, and she took off her jeans, revealing black lace boy shorts. She looked at Morgan and winked, making Mikey blush. Sam was the next to lose, and she took off her skirt, revealing a tiny thong. She bent down to pick up a card, giving everyone a clear view of her bare ass. She looked up and smiled, loving the attention. Mikey was the next to lose, and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Morgan bit her lip, looking at him with desire. He looked at her, feeling a rush of love and lust. Mikey was the next to lose, and he took off his jeans, revealing his underwear. Morgan grinned and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "You look sexy, babe." The game continued, and the room grew warmer as more clothes came off. The tension was palpable, and everyone was acutely aware of they were down to their underwear. Then Mikey lost and Morgan help take his underwear off. Mikey Blushed. Mikey lost the next hand, and he stood there, naked and vulnerable. Morgan grinned and grabbed the first item, a Barney-themed diaper. She helped him into it, making sure it was snug and secure. Mikey blushed but felt embarrassed about being diapered by his girlfriend. Next hand he lost to and Morgan put the plastic Barney pants on him, then the hand after that he lost then came the Barney feet pajamas. Mikey felt ridiculous but also turned on. He looked at Morgan, and she smiled, her eyes filled with love and desire. Morgan then put the plastic Barney bib on him once he lost the next hand, making him look even more like a giant baby. Mikey felt a pang of humiliation but also arousal. He was completely at Morgan's mercy, and it was a heady feeling. Finally, Morgan put the Barney pacifier in his mouth. Saying “Mikey you lost the Baby game, you will now be the baby, until I say otherwise!” Mikey felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement. He was completely covered in Barney baby stuff, and standing in front of his friends. The room was silent for a moment, then everyone burst into laughter. Mikey blushed but also felt a rush of pride. He had done it. Morgan's fetish and made a fool of himself in front of his friends. Morgan looked at him with love and desire, then turned to the group. "Alright, everyone. Let's get him to the daycare." Sam grinned and helped Morgan get Mikey dressed in a large coat to hide his baby gear. They all piled into Tommy's car, laughing and joking as they drove to the daycare. The daycare was a big, new building on the outskirts of town. It was owned by Miss Sierra, a woman known for her unconventional methods and love of all things kinky. Miss Sierra greeted them at the door, her eyes widening as she saw Mikey. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Looks like we have a new baby in the daycare." Morgan grinned and handed Mikey's clothes to Miss Sierra. "Here are his clothes. He's all yours until we come back for him, make sure he learns how to be an adult baby." Miss Sierra laughed and took the clothes, then turned to Mikey. "Alright, little one. Let's get you settled in." Mikey looked at Morgan, feeling fear. He was about to spend the night in an ABDL daycare, completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her unconventional methods. As Miss Sierra led him into the daycare, Mikey knew that this night was going to be one he would never forget. He just hoped he could handle whatever Miss Sierra had in store for him. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him through the brightly colored halls of the daycare. The walls were adorned with cartoon characters and inspirational quotes, but Mikey barely noticed them. He was too focused on the weight of the Barney diaper around his waist and the plastic Barney pants that crinkled with each step. He felt a mixture of fear, excitement, and humiliation as he tried to process what he had gotten himself into. Miss Sierra, with her sharp eyes and smirking lips, seemed to sense his discomfort. She turned to him and said, "You know, Mikey, I've had many adults come through these doors. Some embrace their inner baby right away, while others need a little... encouragement." Mikey swallowed hard, trying to hide his nervousness. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Miss Sierra smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Good. Because I want to make sure you understand the rules of my daycare." She led him into a small office, where a large desk sat in the center of the room. On the desk was a stack of papers and a pen. "What are the rules?" Mikey asked, his voice trembling slightly. Miss Sierra chuckled. "Well, Mikey, the rules are simple. You will complete a series of trials designed to test your ability to act like an adult. If you pass all the trials without doing anything a baby would do, you'll be free to leave as an adult. But if you fail, well..." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Let's just say you'll need to stay here a little longer and we'll have to discuss some... additional training methods." Mikey's eyes widened in fear. "What do you mean by additional training methods?" Miss Sierra waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing to worry about. Just a little hypnosis, some behavior modification techniques, that sort of thing. But don't worry, Mikey. I'm very good at what I do." Mikey's stomach churned at the thought, but he knew he had no choice. He had to go through with this. Miss Sierra gestured to the stack of papers on her desk. "Now, before we begin, I need you to sign this contract." Mikey hesitated, looking at the papers warily. "What does the contract say?" Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "It's just a standard release form, Mikey. It says that you understand the rules of the daycare and that you agree to abide by them. It also gives me full control over you while you're here." Mikey's eyes widened in shock. "Full control? What does that mean?" Miss Sierra leaned in, her voice dropping to a low purr. "It means, Mikey, that while you're here, I can do anything I want to you. I can punish you, I can reward you, I can make you do anything I want. And if you don't like it, well..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say there are ways to make you like it." Mikey felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew he should refuse, but the thought of disappointing Morgan, of failing the trials and being forced to stay here longer, was too much to bear. He picked up the pen and began to sign the contract. As he signed his name, Miss Sierra watched him with a smirk. "Good boy, Mikey. You're making the right choice." Once the contract was signed, Miss Sierra took it from him and filed it away in a cabinet behind her desk. She then turned to him and said, "Now, let's get started with your trials." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back out into the hallway. He tried to steady his nerves, reminding himself that he could do this. He was an adult, and he could act like one. The first trial was simple enough. Miss Sierra led him into a large playroom filled with toys and games. In the center of the room was a small table with a single cookie on a plate. "Your first trial, Mikey, is to resist the temptation of the cookie. You must sit at the table and not eat the cookie for one hour. If you can do that, you pass the trial. But if you give in and eat the cookie, well..." She smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say there will be consequences." Mikey nodded, his stomach already rumbling at the sight of the cookie. He sat down at the table and stared at the cookie, willing himself not to give in. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. The cookie sat there, taunting him, its sweet scent filling the air. Miss Sierra watched him from the sidelines, her eyes never leaving him. Mikey's stomach grumbled loudly, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from the cookie. He thought about Morgan, about how proud she would be if he passed this trial. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. The thought of Miss Sierra punishing him sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He had to resist the cookie. But as the minutes ticked by, the cookie became harder and harder to resist. He could see the chocolate chips in the dough, could almost taste the sweetness. His mouth watered, and he felt his resolve weakening. He looked up at Miss Sierra, who was still watching him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. He could see the cruelty in her smile, the pleasure she would take in punishing him if he failed. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to hold out. But the cookie was too tempting. He reached out, his hand shaking as he picked up the cookie. He brought it to his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. Just as he was about to take a bite, Miss Sierra's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Mikey, what are you doing?" Mikey froze, the cookie hovering in front of his mouth. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes wide with fear. Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "I asked you a question, Mikey. What are you doing?" Mikey swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I-I was going to eat the cookie," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mikey, but that's not allowed. You were supposed to resist the temptation of the cookie. You were supposed to act like an adult." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the consequences. Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She towered over him, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I'm sorry, Mikey, but you failed the trial. And now, you must face the punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back into her office. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. Miss Sierra sat down at her desk and gestured for him to sit in the chair across from her. He did as he was told, his hands shaking with fear. Miss Sierra opened a drawer and pulled out a small device. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he recognized it. It was a shock collar, the kind used to train dogs. Miss Sierra leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "This, Mikey, is your new best friend. It's going to help you learn to control your impulses, to act like an adult." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra fastened the collar around his neck. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, could feel the weight of it. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. Miss Sierra stood up and walked around to stand behind him. She leaned down, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Now, Mikey, I want you to understand something. This collar is connected to a remote control. And with the press of a button, I can deliver a shock to you. A small one, of course, but enough to remind you of your place." Mikey's eyes widened in fear, and he tried to back away from her, but the chair held him in place. Miss Sierra chuckled, a cruel sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, Mikey. I won't use it too much. Just enough to make sure you learn your lesson." She leaned down and pressed a button on the remote control. Mikey felt a jolt of pain shoot through his body, a sharp, burning sensation that made him gasp in pain. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's just a taste of what's to come, Mikey. But don't worry. I have faith in you. I know you can learn to act like an adult." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back into the playroom. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the consequences. Miss Sierra gestured to the table, where the cookie still sat. "Now, Mikey, you're going to sit at the table and not eat the cookie. And every time you reach for it, I'm going to press this button." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the punishment. He sat down at the table, his hands shaking with fear. The next hour was a nightmare. Every time Mikey reached for the cookie, Miss Sierra would press the button, and he would be jolted with pain. He tried to resist, tried to act like an adult, but the cookie was too tempting. He would reach for it, and then the pain would come, and he would be forced to pull his hand back. By the end of the hour, Mikey was covered in sweat, his body shaking with pain and exhaustion. He had failed the trial, and now he knew what the consequences were. Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She leaned down and unfastened the shock collar, and Mikey felt a wave of relief wash over him. But the relief was short-lived. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "That's just the beginning, Mikey. You still have many more trials to face. And if you fail any of them, well..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say the punishment will be even worse." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face even more punishment. He knew he couldn't handle it, knew he couldn't go through with this. But he also knew he had no choice. He had signed the contract, and now he was at Miss Sierra's mercy. As Miss Sierra led him out of the playroom, Mikey knew that this night was going to be one he would never forget. He just hoped he could handle whatever came next. Chapter 2: Mikey followed Miss Sierra down another brightly colored hallway, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The shock collar still hung heavy around his neck, a constant reminder of the pain he had just endured. He could feel the sting of the shocks lingering on his skin, a harsh contrast to the playful decor that surrounded him. Miss Sierra led him into a room filled with soft mats and colorful pillows. A large plastic sheet was laid out in the center, and a small table with a cup of water sat beside it. The room was designed to look like a cozy nursery, but Mikey saw it for what it was: a trap. "Welcome to the bladder test, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, her voice sweet as honey but with a sharp edge that sent shivers down his spine. "In this trial, you will be required to hold your pee in until I say you can go. If you wet your diaper, you fail the trial." Mikey's eyes widened. "But I... I don't think I can do that." Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "Oh, Mikey, don't be so defeatist. I have faith in you. Now, let's get started." She gestured for him to sit on the plastic sheet. Mikey did as he was told, his body tensing as he sat down. The plastic sheet crinkled beneath him, a sound that sent a wave of childish memories crashing over him. He pushed them away, trying to focus on the task at hand. Miss Sierra picked up the cup of water and handed it to him. "Drink up, Mikey. It'll help with the test." Mikey took the cup from her, his hand shaking slightly. He took a sip, the cool water doing little to ease the tension in his body. He handed the cup back to Miss Sierra, his eyes never leaving her face. Miss Sierra set the cup down on the table and clapped her hands together. "Alright, Mikey, let's get this party started." She walked over to a stereo system in the corner of the room and turned it on. A peppy children's song filled the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on Mikey's nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise. Miss Sierra came back over to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knelt down beside him and began to tickle him, her fingers dancing over his ribs with a speed and precision that made him gasp with laughter. "Stop it, Miss Sierra," Mikey said, trying to push her hands away. "I can't... I can't hold it if you keep doing that." Miss Sierra just laughed, her fingers never slowing. "Oh, Mikey, where's your sense of fun? This is just the beginning." She stood up and walked over to a basket filled with toys. She pulled out a small plastic xylophone and walked back over to him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's play a game, Mikey," she said, sitting down beside him and setting the xylophone on her lap. "You hold your pee in, and I'll play you a song. But for every note I play, you have to drink a sip of water. Sound like fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in horror. "But... but that's not fair. I can't hold it if I drink that much water." Miss Sierra just smiled, her fingers already poised over the xylophone keys. "All the more reason to try, Mikey. Come on, let's play." Mikey knew he didn't have a choice. He clenched his teeth and nodded, his body already tensing in anticipation of the pain. Miss Sierra began to play a simple tune, her fingers dancing over the keys with a skill that belied her cruelty. For every note she played, Mikey had to take a sip of water. The cup was soon empty, and Miss Sierra refilled it, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. Mikey's bladder was already full, the pressure building with each sip of water. He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from the discomfort. He thought about Morgan, about how she would laugh at him if she knew what he was going through. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. The thought of Miss Sierra punishing him sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He had to resist the urge to pee, had to act like an adult. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. He squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body betraying him as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra watched him with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She stood up and walked over to a small shelf, where a collection of stuffed animals sat. She picked up a large teddy bear and walked back over to Mikey, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You know what, Mikey?" she said, sitting down beside him and setting the teddy bear on her lap. "I think you need a little help to hold it in." She reached into the teddy bear's belly and pulled out a small, black device. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he recognized it. It was a kegel exerciser, a device used to strengthen the pelvic floor muscles. But Miss Sierra had other plans. "This little gadget is going to help you hold it in, Mikey," she said, holding the device up for him to see. "It's called a kegel exerciser, and it's going to make sure you don't wet your diaper." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra inserted the device into his Barney diaper, the cold plastic sending a shiver down his spine. She turned it on, and Mikey felt a strange sensation in his bladder, a tightening that made him gasp with discomfort. "There you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, patting him on the back. "Now you have no excuse to wet your diaper. Let's see how long you can hold it in." Mikey clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort. He knew he couldn't let this device win, knew he had to resist the urge to pee. He thought about Morgan, about how proud she would be if he passed this trial. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The kegel exerciser was doing its job, but it was also making the discomfort worse. Mikey squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic rattle. She shook it in front of Mikey's face, the noise grating on his nerves. "Look what I have, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey. "A little toy for you to play with. But you can only have it if you ask nicely." Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the toy. He didn't want it, didn't want to give in to her games. But as the minutes ticked by, the discomfort in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. "Please, Miss Sierra," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I have the toy?" Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "Of course, Mikey. But you have to say 'please' like a good little boy." Mikey took a deep breath, his body tensing with humiliation. "Please, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice shaking with defeat. "Can I have the toy?" Miss Sierra's smile widened, and she handed him the rattle. Mikey took it from her, his hand shaking with embarrassment. He looked down at the toy, his heart pounding in his chest. He had given in, had let her win. But as he looked up at Miss Sierra, he saw the cruelty in her eyes, saw the pleasure she took in his humiliation. He knew he couldn't let her win, knew he had to resist the urge to pee. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort. He thought about Morgan, about how she would laugh at him if she knew what he was going through. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The kegel exerciser was doing its job, but it was also making the discomfort worse. Mikey squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She stood up and walked over to the stereo system, turning the music up louder. The children's song blared through the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on Mikey's nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise, trying to block out the discomfort. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became too much to bear. He felt his body betraying him, felt the warmth spreading through his diaper. He looked down in horror, his eyes widening as he saw the dark stain spreading across the front of his Barney pants. Miss Sierra turned around and saw the stain, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Looks like someone had an accident." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, had given in to the discomfort and the humiliation. He had let Miss Sierra win. Miss Sierra walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She knelt down beside him, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I'm sorry, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey but with a sharp edge that sent shivers down his spine. "But you failed the trial. And now, you must face the punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic bottle. He recognized it immediately, his body tensing with fear. It was a bottle of warm water, and he knew what was coming. "Please, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice shaking with defeat. "Don't do this." But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes never leaving his face. "Oh, Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You know the rules. If you fail the trial, you have to face the punishment. And this time, I think we need to take things up a notch." She unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it up to his face, the warm water sloshing inside. Mikey's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to back away from her, but the kegel exerciser in his diaper made it impossible to move. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Relax, Mikey," she said, her voice soothing. "This won't hurt a bit. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it." She tilted the bottle up and poured the warm water over his crotch, the liquid soaking through his Barney diaper and spreading across his lap. Mikey gasped with shock, his body tensing as the warmth spread through him. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes never leaving his face. "There you go, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey. "A little reward for your hard work. Now, let's see how long you can hold it in this time." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to the stereo system, turning the music up even louder. The children's song blared through the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on his nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise, trying to block out the discomfort. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The warm water in his diaper made it even worse, the liquid soaking through his clothes and spreading across his lap. He squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. And as the minutes turned into hours, Mikey knew that she was right. He was going to give in, was going to fail the trial, was going to be forced to stay here longer and face even more punishment. He knew he couldn't handle it, knew he couldn't go through with this. But he also knew he had no choice. He had signed the contract, had agreed to abide by Miss Sierra's rules, had given her full control over him while he was here. And as the warmth spread through him, as the discomfort became unbearable, he knew that he was at her mercy. And as he looked up at her, he saw the cruelty in her eyes, saw the pleasure she took in his humiliation. And he knew that he was in for a long, long night. The warmth spreading through Mikey's diaper was accompanied by an intense, uncomfortable heat in his cheeks. He had failed the bladder test, and now, Miss Sierra was going to make sure he knew the consequences of his failure. He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine as she loomed over him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction that sent a wave of dread crashing over him. "Up you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. She extended a hand towards him, her fingers curled in a way that brooked no argument. Mikey hesitantly took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet. His body felt heavy, the weight of his wet diaper and the humiliation of his failure dragging him down. Miss Sierra guided him over to a small, padded bench that he hadn't noticed before. It was shaped like a large, oversized baby's high chair, complete with a tray table that could be lowered or raised. The seat was covered in a soft, padded material that looked inviting, but Mikey knew better than to be fooled by appearances. Miss Sierra lowered the tray table and gestured for him to sit down. "Climb up, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet but with an edge that made his heart race. He swallowed hard and climbed onto the bench, the plastic of his diaper crinkling loudly with each movement. He sat down, his hands trembling as he gripped the edges of the tray table. Miss Sierra stood in front of him, her eyes never leaving his face. She reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic baby bib. She walked over to him and secured the bib around his neck, cinching it tightly so that it caught the drool that had begun to drip from the corners of his mouth. Mikey felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at the brightly colored bib, the image of a cartoon teddy bear grinning up at him. "There you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "All ready for your punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra walked around to his side and positioned herself behind him. She gripped his shoulders and pushed him gently forward, so that his chest was resting against the tray table. He could feel the cold, hard plastic digging into his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth and wetness of his diaper. He felt Miss Sierra's hands on his back, unfastening the Velcro tabs of his plastic pants. The pants slipped down his legs, the plastic crinkling loudly as it slid over his wet diaper. Mikey felt a rush of embarrassment as the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation only heightening his awareness of his humiliating predicament. Miss Sierra's hands gripped his hips, her fingers digging into his skin as she positioned him over her lap. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her clothing, a stark contrast to the cold plastic of the tray table. He tensed, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. "Relax, Mikey," Miss Sierra cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This won't hurt a bit. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it." He felt her hand slide across his diaper-clad bottom, the touch light and teasing. He tensed, his body rigid with anticipation and fear. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be spanked like a naughty child. The first smack came suddenly, the sound of her hand connecting with his diaper echoing through the room. He gasped, the shock of the impact sending a jolt through his body. The pain was immediate and intense, the warmth spreading through him like a wildfire. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. Miss Sierra didn't waste any time, her hand rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Each smack sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over him, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could hear the crinkling of the plastic, the sound a harsh reminder of his humiliating predicament. "Say 'thank you, Miss Sierra'," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Mikey hesitated, his pride warring with his desire to avoid further punishment. But he knew better than to disobey her. He took a deep breath and forced the words out, his voice shaking with humiliation. "Thank you, Miss Sierra," he whispered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Miss Sierra's hand continued to rise and fall, each smack harder than the last. The pain was intense, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could feel the wetness spreading, the liquid soaking through the plastic and seeping into his clothes. "Say 'I'm a good little boy'," Miss Sierra commanded, her voice dripping with cruelty. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, the humiliation of the words almost too much to bear. But he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath and forced the words out, his voice shaking with defeat. "I'm a good little boy," he said, the words tasting like poison in his mouth. Miss Sierra's hand continued to rise and fall, each smack harder than the last. The pain was intense, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could feel the wetness spreading, the liquid soaking through the plastic and seeping into his clothes. He could feel the drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, the plastic bib catching it and holding it against his chin. He could taste the saltiness of it, the bitter reminder of his defeat and humiliation. He felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he realized that he was drooling like a baby, his body betraying him in the most humiliating of ways. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. But it was no use. The pain was too much, the humiliation too great. He felt a sob welling up in his throat, the tears stinging his eyes as he fought to hold them back. "Please, Miss Sierra," he begged, his voice shaking with defeat. "Please, stop." Miss Sierra's hand paused in mid-air, her fingers still gripping the back of his diaper. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Not until you've learned your lesson, Mikey," she whispered, her voice like ice. "Not until you've learned to control that bladder of yours." She straightened up, her hand rising again. Mikey braced himself for the impact, his body tensing in anticipation. But the smack never came. Instead, he felt her hand slide across his diaper, the touch soothing and gentle. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed, her voice soft and soothing. "It's all over now. You've been such a good little boy, taking your punishment like a champ." Mikey felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he realized that she was right. He had taken his punishment like a champ, had endured the pain and humiliation without complaint. He had let her reduce him to a whimpering, drooling mess, had let her treat him like a naughty child. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, the saltiness stinging his skin. He was defeated, broken, reduced to nothing more than a pathetic shell of the man he once was. And as Miss Sierra continued to soothe him, to stroke his diaper-clad bottom as if he were a small child, he knew that he had lost more than just a game. He had lost himself. Chapter 3: Mikey's body trembled slightly as he sat on Miss Sierra's lap, the warmth from the spanking still lingering on his bottom. He felt small, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated. But there was something else, something that made his heart race and his stomach churn with a mix of dread and anticipation. He knew that this was far from over. Miss Sierra wrapped her arms around him, her hands resting on his waist. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice soft but firm, "what did you do in your diaper like a baby?" Mikey hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He knew what she wanted, what she expected. He took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and forced the words out. "Me pee-pee in my diapey," he said, his voice high-pitched and childish, the words sounding absurd and humiliating coming from his adult mouth. Miss Sierra cooed, her hands rubbing his back in a soothing, patronizing gesture. "That's a good little boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, listen carefully, Mikey. You've lost two trials now. That means you have some baby tasks to complete until the trials are over." Mikey's heart sank, a cold dread washing over him. He knew what was coming, knew that his humiliation was far from over. He braced himself, steeling himself for whatever Miss Sierra was about to throw at him. "You must wet your diapers three times a day," Miss Sierra said, her voice firm and unyielding. Mikey's eyes widened in shock, but he knew better than to protest. He nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You must eat in a highchair for all your meals," Miss Sierra continued, her voice brooking no argument. Mikey felt a wave of humiliation crash over him, the image of himself sitting in a highchair like a toddler making his stomach churn. "And," Miss Sierra said, her voice slow and deliberate, "you must suck on a pacifier whenever you're not eating or drinking. Understand, baby Mikey?" Mikey felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him. He knew what she wanted, what she expected. He took a deep breath, his voice shaking with humiliation as he forced the words out. "Y-yes, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice high-pitched and childish. "I understand, baby Mikey." Miss Sierra cooed, her hands rubbing his back in a soothing, patronizing gesture. "That's a good little boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you ready for your first baby task, shall we?" She lifted him off her lap, her hands gripping his hips as she positioned him over her knee. She pulled his diaper down, the cool air hitting his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. He felt her fingers probing his waistband, the touch intimate and intrusive. He tensed, his body rigid as she pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. She picked him up, cradling him in her arms like a baby. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of being held like an infant making his stomach churn. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the sight that greeted him. A large, plastic-coated changing table stood in the corner of the room, the surface covered in a soft, padded material. It was raised off the ground, with a set of steps leading up to it. There was a safety belt attached to the side, the buckle gleaming in the harsh fluorescent light. Miss Sierra laid him down on the changing table, her hands firm and unyielding as she positioned him in the center. She buckled the safety belt around his waist, the click of the buckle echoing through the room like a gunshot. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for your first baby task. You need to wet your diaper." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but I can't," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I can't just... just pee in my diaper." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You can and you will, Mikey," she said, her voice brooking no argument. "Or else you'll be punished again. And trust me, you don't want that." Mikey felt a shudder run down his spine at the thought of another spanking. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened the cabinet, revealing a collection of baby bottles, pacifiers, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. "Drink this, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It'll help you wet your diaper." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but what is it?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Just a little something to help you along," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Now, drink up, baby Mikey." Mikey hesitated, the bottle dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his stomach churning with dread as he tipped the bottle to his lips and began to drink. The liquid was sweet and cloying, the taste vaguely familiar but unpleasant. He forced himself to swallow, the liquid sloshing in his stomach as he drank. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, the sensation intensifying as he finished the bottle and handed it back to Miss Sierra. She took the bottle from him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if that helps." She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she position him on his back. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she pulled his diaper up, the plastic crinkling loudly as she fastened the tabs. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at himself, the sight of the diaper covering his groin making his stomach churn. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for you to wet your diaper. Like a good little baby." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his body trembling as he tried to force himself to relieve himself. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be punished for his failure. He braced himself, steeling himself for the pain and humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic rattle, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the rattle up, her hand shaking it gently so that the beads inside rattled loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to play with this while you try to wet your diaper. Maybe that will help." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took the rattle from her, his hands shaking as he began to shake it gently. He looked down at himself, the sight of the diaper covering his groin making his stomach churn. He tried to force himself to relax, tried to block out the humiliation and the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him. He shook the rattle, the sound filling the room as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He took a deep breath, trying to will himself to go, trying to force his body to comply with her demands. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe you need a little more help." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that she was about to make things even worse. He braced himself, steeling himself for the humiliation and the pain that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic vibrator, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the vibrator up, her hand shaking it gently so that the beads inside rattled loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to use this to help you go. Maybe that will do the trick." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but I can't," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I can't... I can't do that." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You can and you will, Mikey," she said, her voice brooking no argument. "Or else you'll be punished again. And trust me, you don't want that." Mikey felt a shudder run down his spine at the thought of another spanking. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took the vibrator from her, his hands shaking as he looked down at it, the sight of the brightly colored toy making his stomach churn. He hesitated, the vibrator dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. He turned the vibrator on, the hum filling the room as he positioned it against his diaper-clad groin. He felt a shiver of humiliation run down his spine as he pressed the button, the vibrations coursing through him. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He tried to focus on the sensation, tried to will himself to go, tried to force his body to comply with her demands. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe you need a little more help." She walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic syringe, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the syringe up, her hand shaking it gently so that the liquid inside sloshed loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to drink this. It'll help you go." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but what is it?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear. Miss Sierra smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Just a little something to help you along, baby Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Now, drink up." Mikey hesitated, the syringe dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his stomach churning with dread as he tipped the syringe to his lips and began to drink. The liquid was bitter and unpleasant, the taste making his stomach churn. He forced himself to swallow, the liquid sloshing in his stomach as he finished the syringe and handed it back to Miss Sierra. She took the syringe from him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if that helps." She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she positioned him on his back. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she pulled his diaper up, the plastic crinkling loudly as she fastened the tabs. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for you to wet your diaper. Like a good little baby." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his body trembling as he tried to force himself to go. And then, suddenly, he felt it. The warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently, began to spread, the sensation intensifying as he felt the wetness soaking through his diaper. He looked down, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he saw the dark patch spreading across the front of his diaper. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he had finally complied with her demands making his heart race. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him off the changing table. She carried him over to the sink, her arms cradling him like a baby. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of being held like an infant making his stomach churn. She laid him down on the counter, her hands firm and unyielding as she unfastened his diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she pulled it away. He felt the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. She picked up a washcloth, the soft material contrasting with the harsh, clinical feel of the room. She wet it under the faucet, the water running over her hands as she wrung it out. She began to wash him, her touch gentle but firm, her hands soothing but patronizing. He felt a shudder run down his spine as she washed his groin, the touch intimate and intrusive. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she finished cleaning him and began to dry him off. She picked up a fresh diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she opened it. She positioned him on his back, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted his legs and slipped the diaper underneath him. She fastened the tabs, the plastic crinkling loudly as she secured it in place. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she lifted him off the counter and carried him over to the highchair. She sat him down, her hands firm and unyielding as she buckled the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she walked over to the cabinet and picked up a pacifier. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the pacifier up to his lips. "Suck on this, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And don't take it out until I tell you to." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the pacifier from her and began to suck on it. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of the pacifier in his mouth making his stomach churn. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can keep that pacifier in until dinner time." She walked over to the cabinet and picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face as she held the bottle up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the bottle from her and began to drink. He knew that this was just the beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply with her demands, all he could do was play the part of the good little baby. As he drank, he felt a shiver run down his spine, the realization that he was truly and utterly at her mercy making his heart race. He knew that he was in for a long, humiliating day, knew that he was going to be pushed to his limits and beyond. But he also knew that he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands, no matter how degrading or humiliating they were. And so, with the pacifier in his mouth and the bottle in his hands, Mikey sat in the highchair, his body trembling with fear and uncertainty as he prepared for the rest of his baby tasks. He knew that the day was only just beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply, all he could do was be a good little baby for Miss Sierra. Mikey's eyes widened in alarm as Miss Sierra carried him to the highchair, her grip firm and unyielding. He tried to struggle, but his body was still weak and shaky from his previous ordeals. He looked up at the highchair, the sight of it sending a shiver of dread down his spine. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra set him down in the highchair, her hands firm and unyielding as she fastened the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty, as she secured the tray table in place and made sure his bib was in place. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at the bib, the sight of the brightly colored plastic making his stomach churn. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra picked up a spoon and a small bowl of baby food, the sight of it making Mikey's stomach churn. She walked over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the spoon up to his lips. "Open up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for your dinner." Mikey hesitated, his pride warring with his desire to avoid further punishment. But he knew better than to disobey her. He took a deep breath and forced his mouth open, his body tensing as he braced himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra inserted the spoon into his mouth, the tiny morsel of food hitting his tongue with an unpleasant, textureless sensation. He tried to chew, tried to swallow, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to force it down. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she saw the discomfort in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "You can do it. You're such a good little boy." Mikey forced himself to swallow, the food slipping down his throat with a gagging sensation. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she fed him another spoonful of the disgusting food. He tried to keep up, tried to force himself to eat like a good little baby, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat growing, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her pace. Some of the food missed his mouth, spilling over his chin and onto his bib. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the sight of the food smeared across the plastic. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he was failing in his task, that he was not being a good little baby, making his heart race. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she saw the frustration in his face. She leaned down, her voice dripping with condescension as she wiped the food from his chin with her finger. "There, there, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Don't worry about the mess. That's what bibs are for, after all." She straightened up, her eyes never leaving his face as she continued to feed him the disgusting food. Mikey felt a shiver of dread run down his spine as he realized that she was going to make him eat every last bite. He forced himself to swallow, to keep up with her pace, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat growing, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her pace. When the bowl was finally empty, Miss Sierra set it down on the tray table and picked up a baby bottle. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with dread as he saw the sight of the bottle. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey hesitated, the sight of the bottle making his stomach churn. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth as he began to drink. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as he finished the bottle and handed it back to her. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can handle another bottle." She unscrewed the cap of another bottle and held it up to his lips. Mikey hesitated, the sight of the bottle making his stomach churn. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth as he began to drink. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty, as he realized that he was going to have to drink another entire bottle. He forced himself to keep drinking, to keep up with her pace, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He took a deep breath, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. But it was no use. The warmth in his stomach was becoming unbearable, the sensation of his bladder filling up making him squirm in his seat. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the dark patch spreading across the front of his diaper. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She set the bottle down on the tray table and walked around to his side, her hands firm and unyielding as she began to pat his diaper. "There, there, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Have you had an accident, baby? Did you wet your diaper?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. "No," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't wet my diaper." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "Are you sure about that, baby Mikey?" she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion. "Because I think you might be telling fibs." She reached down and pressed on his diaper, her fingers probing the wet patch. Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth. He had wet his diaper, had soiled himself like a pathetic, incontinent baby. "I... I'm sorry, Miss Sierra," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I didn't mean to. I swear." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's okay, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Accidents happen. But you know what that means, don't you?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be punished for his failure. He braced himself, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra unfastened the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him out of the highchair. She carried him over to the changing table, her grip tight and unyielding as she positioned him on the table. She unfastened his diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she pulled it away. Mikey felt the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the dark stain spreading across the front of his diaper. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he had truly failed, that he had soiled himself like a pathetic, incontinent baby, making his heart race. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She picked up a washcloth, the soft material contrasting with the harsh, clinical feel of the room. She wet it under the faucet, the water running over her hands as she wrung it out. She began to wash him, her touch gentle but firm, her hands soothing but patronizing. He felt a shudder run down his spine as she washed his groin, the touch intimate and intrusive. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she finished cleaning him and began to dry him off. She picked up a fresh diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she opened it. She positioned him on his back, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted his legs and slipped the diaper underneath him. She fastened the tabs, the plastic crinkling loudly as she secured it in place. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she lifted him off the changing table and carried him back to the highchair. She sat him down, her hands firm and unyielding as she buckled the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she walked over to the cabinet and picked up a pacifier. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the pacifier up to his lips. "Suck on this, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And don't take it out until I tell you to." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the pacifier from her and began to suck on it. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of the pacifier in his mouth making his stomach churn. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can keep that pacifier in until dinner time." She walked over to the cabinet and picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face as she held the bottle up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the bottle from her and began to drink. He knew that this was just the beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply with her demands, all he could do was play the part of the good little baby. As he drank, he felt a shiver run down his spine, the realization that he was truly and utterly at her mercy making his heart race. He knew that she was going to push him to his limits and beyond, knew that she was going to humiliate him in ways he could never have imagined. But he also knew that he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands, no matter how degrading or humiliating they were. And so, with the pacifier in his mouth and the bottle in his hands, Mikey sat in the highchair, his body trembling with fear and uncertainty as he prepared for the rest of his baby tasks. He knew that the day was only just beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply, all he could do was be a good little baby for Miss Sierra. Chapter 4: Mikey's body trembled with a mix of fear and exhaustion as Miss Sierra led him away from the highchair. The pacifier still nestled in his mouth, and the unpleasant taste of baby food lingered on his tongue. His diaper was fresh and dry, but the memory of his previous humiliation was still raw and fresh. He couldn't believe he had wet himself like a baby, and the thought of what was to come next sent a shiver down his spine. Miss Sierra guided him towards a large crib in the corner of the room. It was unlike any crib he had ever seen. The sides were high and sturdy, designed to keep an adult contained, and the mattress was thick and padded, with soft, pastel-colored sheets. It looked like a giant's cradle, or a prison for grown men reduced to infancy. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra stopped in front of the crib. She looked down at him, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Time for your nap, baby Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You've been a good little boy today, haven't you?" Mikey hesitated, the pacifier muffling his reply. He could only nod, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. Miss Sierra smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that made his heart race. "That's right, baby," she cooed. "You've been such a good little boy. Now, it's time for your reward." She lifted him up and placed him gently into the crib. Mikey's body sank into the soft mattress, the sides looming above him like walls of a prison. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position, tucking the blanket around him. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. He tried to speak, to plead with her, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This is just the beginning. You're going to love this, trust me." She straightened up and walked over to a small table next to the crib. On it sat a small, old-fashioned radio, the kind with a dial and a single speaker. She picked it up and carried it over to the crib, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She set the radio down on the floor next to the crib and turned it on. A soft, soothing melody filled the room, the kind of music that was supposed to lull babies to sleep. But Mikey knew that there was more to it than that. He could hear the subtle undertones, the hypnotic rhythm that was designed to do more than just put him to sleep. Miss Sierra leaned over, her voice low and conspiratorial. "This is a special radio, baby Mikey," she said. "It's going to help you get the best night's sleep of your life. And who knows? Maybe you'll have an accident in your diaper. Wouldn't that be fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby," she cooed. "You'll love it. Trust me." She turned up the volume slightly, the music filling the room with its hypnotic rhythm. Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as he listened to the music, the pacifier in his mouth making him feel even more helpless and vulnerable. He tried to block out the music, tried to resist the hypnotic rhythm. But it was no use. The music was insidious, seeping into his mind and clouding his thoughts. He could feel the tension in his body beginning to ease, could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Just relax. Let the music guide you. Let it take you to a place of peace and comfort." Mikey tried to resist, tried to maintain his composure. But the music was too much, the hypnotic rhythm too powerful. He could feel his body beginning to relax, could feel the tension in his muscles easing away. And then, he heard the voice. It was soft and soothing, like the voice of an angel, but with an underlying edge that sent a shiver down his spine. "Hello there, little one," it said. "I am the voice of your subconscious. I am here to guide you, to help you let go of your inhibitions and embrace your true self." Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but it was too late. The voice had already taken hold of him, had already begun to weave its spell. He could feel the music and the voice working together, their hypnotic rhythm guiding him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "You are a baby, little one," the voice said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a helpless, innocent baby, with no control over your body or your actions. You are at the mercy of your caregivers, and you must obey their commands without question." Mikey tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the voice continued to guide him. "You are a baby, little one," the voice said again. "And as a baby, you have certain needs. You need to eat, to drink, to sleep, and to wet your diaper. These are the natural, instinctual needs of a baby, and you must obey them without question." Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as the voice spoke, the words resonating deep within him. He could feel the truth of them, could feel the primal, instinctual needs of his body beginning to surface. "You are thirsty, little one," the voice said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You need to drink, to quench your thirst. And as a baby, you drink from a bottle. So, reach out and take the bottle that is beside you. Drink deeply, little one, and let the warm, sweet liquid fill your body." Mikey hesitated, his mind clouded and his body limp. But the voice was insistent, its command echoing through his mind like a drumbeat. He reached out, his hand groping in the darkness until it closed around the cool, plastic nipple of the bottle. He brought it to his lips and began to drink, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He could feel the liquid spreading through his body, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. The voice continued to guide him, its hypnotic rhythm lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "You are tired, little one," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You need to sleep, to rest your weary body. And as a baby, you sleep in your crib, safe and secure, with your diaper keeping you dry and comfortable." Mikey felt his eyelids growing heavy, his body relaxing even further as the voice spoke. He could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him, could feel the warm, fuzzy sensation of the hypnosis taking hold. "You are a good little baby," the voice said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a good little baby who does as he is told. And now, it is time for you to wet your diaper. You need to let go, little one. You need to release the warm, comforting sensation of your bladder emptying itself into your diaper." Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as the voice spoke, the words resonating deep within him. He could feel the truth of them, could feel the primal, instinctual needs of his body beginning to surface. He tried to resist, tried to block out the voice and maintain control of his body. But it was no use. The hypnosis was too powerful, the voice too insistent. He could feel the warmth in his bladder, could feel the sensation of it filling up, of it pressing against the walls of his diaper. And then, with a sigh of defeat, he let go. The warm, comforting sensation of his bladder emptying itself into his diaper was overwhelming, the feeling of release and relief too much to bear. He could feel the wetness spreading, could feel the coolness of the liquid against his skin as it soaked into his diaper. The voice continued to guide him, its hypnotic rhythm lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "That's a good little baby," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You're such a good little baby, wetting your diaper just like you're supposed to. And now, it's time to sleep. Sleep deeply, little one, and let your dreams take you to a place of peace and comfort." Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, his body limp and his mind clouded. He could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him, could feel the warm, fuzzy sensation of the hypnosis taking hold. And as he drifted off to sleep, he could still hear the voice, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him, its words resonating deep within him. "You are a baby, little one," it said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a helpless, innocent baby, with no control over your body or your actions. And as a baby, you have certain needs. Needs that you must obey without question. Needs that you must satisfy, no matter what it takes." Mikey slept deeply, his body limp and his mind clouded. And as he slept, he could still feel the voice, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him, its words resonating deep within him. And he knew, with a sense of inevitability and dread, that he was not the same person he had been before. That he was no longer a man, but a baby. A helpless, innocent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Miss Sierra stood outside the room, a satisfied smile on her face as she listened to the voice on the radio. She knew that Mikey was in good hands, that the hypnosis would do its work and leave him a quivering, helpless mess. She closed the door, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the room. And as she walked away, she could still hear the voice, its hypnotic rhythm lulling Mikey deeper and deeper into a state of trance. And she knew, with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, that she had done her job well. That she had reduced another man to a helpless, incontinent baby, and that she would do it again, and again, and again. For now, though, she was content to leave Mikey to his nap, to his dreams, and to the voice that would guide him through the night. And as she walked away, she knew that when he woke up, he would be a different person. A baby, helpless and dependent, with no control over his body or his actions. And she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized the truth of what had happened to him. Mikey's dreams were filled with the gentle cooing of the voice from the radio, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him through a world of babyhood. He dreamt of being spoon-fed, of having his bottles filled with warm, sweet milk, and of being rocked to sleep in a giant cradle. The dreams were comforting, lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of peaceful oblivion. But then, the warmth in his diaper began to seep through his subconscious, a discomfort that grew with each passing moment. The voice, ever-present, seemed to whisper in his ear, "You are a baby, little one. And babies wet their diapers." The discomfort turned into a pressing need, a primal urge that he couldn't ignore. And so, in his dream state, Mikey let go, the warm sensation of his bladder releasing its contents into his diaper filling him with a sense of relief and comfort. He slept deeply, the voice and the warmth keeping him company. But eventually, even the most comfortable sleep must come to an end. Mikey drifted towards consciousness, the dream world fading away as the reality of his situation began to set in. The first thing he noticed was the warmth between his legs. It was a foreign sensation, uncomfortable and unfamiliar. He tried to move, to shift his position, but his body felt sluggish, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He opened his eyes, the room coming into focus gradually. He was in a crib, the sides looming above him like the walls of a prison. The memory of how he got there came flooding back, and with it, a sense of dread. He looked down towards the source of the warmth, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was soaked, the liquid having leaked out, leaving a dark, damp patch on the pastel-colored sheets beneath him. He tried to speak, to call out for help, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and in walked Miss Sierra. She looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face as she took in the state of his diaper. She walked over to the crib, her footsteps echoing through the room. Mikey watched her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment. Miss Sierra leaned over the crib, her hand reaching out to touch his diaper. Mikey flinched, trying to move away, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. Miss Sierra's hand pressed against the soaked diaper, her fingers probing the inside, feeling the warmth and the wetness. "Ah, did my baby wet the bed?" she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Yes, he did. Yes, he did." She straightened up, her smile widening as she looked down at him. "And look, it leaked. We need to get my baby thicker diapers. Thicker diapers that will make you even waddle like a little baby." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to her words, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a soaked diaper, being talked to like a baby. He tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She reached into the crib, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him up. Mikey's body was limp, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He felt like a rag doll, being moved and positioned at will. Miss Sierra carried him over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving his face. She set him down gently, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands working quickly and efficiently as she unfastened his soaked diaper. Mikey flinched, the cool air against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. He tried to turn away, to hide his nakedness, but Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't be shy, baby Mikey," she cooed. "I've seen it all before. And besides, you're just a baby, aren't you? Babies don't have anything to be shy about." She wiped him clean, her touch firm but gentle. Mikey tried to resist, tried to squirm away, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra continued her task. She picked up a new diaper, thick and padded, with a bright, babyish print on the outside. Mikey looked at it, his eyes widening in alarm. It was a diaper designed for a baby, not a grown man. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "This is a special diaper, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "It's designed to keep you dry and comfortable, even when you have an accident. And with the thickness, you'll even waddle like a little baby." She slipped the diaper under him, the cool, crisp material against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. She fastened it securely, her hands working quickly and efficiently. Mikey could feel the thickness, could feel the way it pressed against his body, making it impossible for him to close his legs. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "All clean and dry. And look, you're even waddling like a little baby." Mikey tried to move, to shift his position, but the thickness of the diaper made it difficult. He could feel the way it pressed against his body, could feel the way it forced his legs apart. He felt like a toddler, unsteady on his feet, his body awkward and uncoordinated. Miss Sierra helped him up, her hand firm and unyielding as she guided him off the changing table. Mikey stumbled, his body still sluggish and his limbs heavy. He could feel the wetness in his diaper, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Miss Sierra led him over to the highchair, her hand firm and unyielding on his arm. Mikey hesitated, the memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "We're not going to do that again. Not yet, anyway." She helped him into the highchair, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the way it pressed against him, could feel the way it made him waddle like a toddler. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. Miss Sierra stood in front of him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Now, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "It's time for your reward. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve a treat." She walked over to the table, picking up a small, plastic bottle filled with a thick, white liquid. Mikey's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the bottle, the memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This isn't baby food. This is something even better. This is a special drink, designed just for little babies like you." She walked over to him, the bottle in her hand. Mikey hesitated, his mind clouded and his body limp. But the voice in his head, the voice that had guided him through his hypnosis, was insistent. "Drink deeply, little one," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "Let the warm, sweet liquid fill your body." And so, Mikey opened his mouth, the pacifier falling out as he accepted the bottle. He drank deeply, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He could feel it spreading through his body, could feel the way it seemed to ease the discomfort of his thick, babyish diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Drink up. And who knows? Maybe you'll have another accident in your diaper. Wouldn't that be fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but it was too late. The voice in his head was insistent, its command echoing through his mind like a drumbeat. And so, he drank, the warm, sweet liquid filling his body, easing his discomfort, and guiding him deeper and deeper into a state of babyhood. As he drank, he could feel the thickness of his diaper, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He could feel the wetness, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. And he knew, with a sense of inevitability and dread, that he was no longer a man. That he was a baby, helpless and dependent, with no control over his body or his actions. And that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Chapter 5: Mikey sipped at the bottle, the warm, sweet liquid coating his throat and settling in his belly. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a comforting sensation that eased the discomfort of his thick, babyish diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she watched him drink. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Drink up. You're doing so well." Mikey finished the bottle, his belly feeling full and heavy. He looked down, his eyes widening as he realized that the fullness wasn't from the drink. It was something else, something more primal and urgent. He felt a pressure in his lower abdomen, a sensation that was all too familiar, but one he hadn't experienced in years. Miss Sierra, sensing his discomfort, smiled and took the empty bottle from his hands. "All done, baby Mikey?" she asked, her voice still soothing but with an edge that made his heart race. He nodded, his eyes searching hers, seeking some hint of what was to come. She reached down, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him from the highchair. Mikey stumbled, his body still sluggish and his limbs heavy. He felt the thickness of his diaper, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. Miss Sierra led him over to a large, brightly colored contraption in the corner of the room. It was an adult baby bouncer, designed to look like a giant teddy bear, with a wide, plush seat and a set of handles for the occupant to grip. Mikey hesitated, his memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This isn't punishment. This is a treat. A special treat for a good little baby like you." She helped him into the bouncer, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the pressure, could feel the way it was building, demanding to be released. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands working quickly and efficiently as she secured him in place. Mikey felt the straps tighten around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in the seat. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and confusion. "Why am I in this?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Because my baby hasn't gone poopoo yet," she said, her voice sweet but with a sharp edge. "And this bouncer will help things along. Won't it, baby Mikey?" Mikey felt a sense of dread wash over him as he understood her meaning. He tried to move, to shift his position, but the straps held him firmly in place. He could only sit there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the pressure in his abdomen continued to build. Miss Sierra started the bouncer, the seat moving up and down in a gentle, rhythmic motion. Mikey grunted, trying to resist, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. He could only sit there, his body bouncing, as the pressure continued to build. He felt a sudden, intense urge, a primal need that he couldn't ignore. He tried to squeeze his legs together, to hold it in, but the thick diaper was too much of a barrier. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way it demanded to be released. And then, with a sudden, uncontrollable force, it let go. Mikey grunted, his body tensing as the warm, wet sensation filled his diaper. He tried to squeeze his legs together, to hold it in, but it was too late. The bouncer continued its rhythmic motion, the seat bouncing him up and down, helping to spread the mess. Miss Sierra watched, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let it all out. Be a good little baby." Mikey felt the warmth spread, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a dark, wet patch, a testament to his loss of control. He tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "This is just the beginning. You're going to be a very good little baby, aren't you?" Mikey could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a soaked, poopy diaper, being talked to like a baby. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. Miss Sierra left him there, the bouncer continuing its rhythmic motion. Mikey could feel the mess, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. He looked around the room, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. And then, to his horror, he felt another sensation, another pressure building in his abdomen. He tried to resist, tried to hold it in, but the thick diaper was too much of a barrier. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way it demanded to be released. He looked down, his eyes widening in alarm as he realized what was happening. He tried to grunt, to warn Miss Sierra, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. He could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as the pressure continued to build. Miss Sierra walked back into the room, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she saw the state of his diaper. "Well, well, well," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Looks like baby Mikey had an accident. And now, it seems, he's about to have another." Mikey felt the pressure release, felt the warm, wet sensation fill his diaper. He tried to tense, to hold it in, but it was too late. The bouncer continued its rhythmic motion, the seat bouncing him up and down, helping to spread the mess. Miss Sierra watched, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let it all out. Be a good little baby." Mikey felt the warmth spread, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, horror, and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All nice and dirty, And now, it's time for your next treat. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve a reward." Mikey could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as Miss Sierra walked over to the table and picked up another bottle. He looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body, filled with his own waste. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. And yet, as Miss Sierra walked over to him, the bottle in her hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inevitability. He was a baby now, a helpless, dependent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And as Miss Sierra removed the pacifier from his mouth, replacing it with the bottle, he knew that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Miss Sierra unbuckled Mikey from the bouncer, her hands gentle but firm. She helped him to his feet, his thick diaper crinkling with each step. Mikey's legs wobbled, his body still not fully adjusted to the babyish movements and the weight of the diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of dread and submission. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, taking his hand. "It's time for your nighttime routine." She led him across the room, his bare feet padding against the cool tile floor. He looked around, taking in the brightly colored walls and the array of babyish toys scattered around the room. It was a stark contrast to the world he was used to, a world where he was in control, where he was a grown man with a job and a girlfriend. But here, in this place, he was nothing more than a helpless, dependent baby, at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. They reached a large changing table, padded and soft, with a set of safety straps at the head and foot. Miss Sierra helped him up onto the table, his body still unsteady. She buckled him in, the straps tight around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in place. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the warmth against his skin, could feel the way it clung to him, reminding him of his humiliation. Miss Sierra walked over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby supplies - diapers, wipes, creams, and plenty of other items that made Mikey's heart race. He tried to look away, tried to ignore the reality of his situation, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. Miss Sierra turned back to him, a fresh diaper in her hand. She walked over to the table, her heels clicking against the floor. She unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I'm just going to clean you up. You've been such a good little baby today, and you deserve to be clean and dry." She wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. Miss Sierra finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for your pajamas." She helped him off the changing table, his body still unsteady. He looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. She led him over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby pajamas. Mikey looked away, his heart racing as he tried to ignore the reality of his situation. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let's get you all tucked in for the night." She slipped a pair of footed pajamas over his head, the soft material enveloping his body. Mikey tried to move, to resist, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only stand there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra dressed him like a baby. She helped him into a nearby crib, the mattress soft and the sheets warm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All snug and cozy. And now, it's time for your pacifier." She slipped the pacifier into his mouth, the rubber nipple filling his mouth and muffling his words. Mikey tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth reduced him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra tucked him in. She pulled the blankets up to his chin, her touch gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for some hint of mercy, some glimmer of hope. But there was nothing, just the cruel gleam in her eyes and the satisfied smile on her face. "Goodnight, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Sleep tight. And remember, you have a task to complete. Keep your diaper clean tonight, or else you'll have to poop your diaper twice a day. Good luck." She turned away, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked out of the room. Mikey looked up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, horror, and defeat. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. He tried to move, to shift his position, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a thick diaper and being talked to like a baby. He was helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. And yet, as he lay there, his body snug and warm in the crib, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inevitability. He was a baby now, a helpless, dependent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And as he closed his eyes, the pacifier still in his mouth, he knew that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. He drifted off to sleep, his body heavy and his mind clouded. He dreamt of Miss Sierra, of her cruel smile and her twisted games. He dreamt of the diaper, of the way it clung to his skin and made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He dreamt of the pacifier, of the way it filled his mouth and reduced him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. And as he dreamt, he knew that he was in for a long night, a night filled with challenges and humiliations. But he also knew that he was powerless to resist, that he was at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. And so, he let sleep take him, his body limp and his mind clouded, ready to face whatever challenges the night would bring. Chapter 6: The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room as Mikey slept. His body was wrapped in a cocoon of soft blankets, and the crib beneath him was a haven of comfort and security. Above him, the mobile of brightly colored shapes spun gently, casting dancing shadows on the ceiling. It was a peaceful scene, a stark contrast to the reality of Mikey's situation. Mikey had drifted off to sleep earlier, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and humiliation. The events of the day had been a blur, a series of degrading and humiliating experiences that had left him feeling powerless and defeated. He had been reduced to a baby, dressed in diapers and plastic pants, and forced to submit to Miss Sierra's twisted games. And as he slept, his body had betrayed him, performing its functions without his conscious control. The room was filled with the faint, distinctive smell of a soiled diaper. It was a smell that Mikey was all too familiar with, a smell that he had long since come to associate with shame and humiliation. It was the smell of a baby, of helplessness and dependence, and it was a smell that now clung to Mikey like a second skin. Miss Sierra walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped at the side of the crib, her nose wrinkling as she took in the smell. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She had known that Mikey would not be able to keep his diaper clean, had known that he would soil himself in his sleep. And now, as she looked down at him, she knew that she would be able to punish him for his failure. She leaned over the crib, her hands gently brushing the hair away from Mikey's face. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at her, his expression one of confusion and disorientation. He was still half-asleep, his mind foggy and his body heavy with the remnants of sleep. "Good morning, baby Mikey," Miss Sierra cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" Mikey frowned, his mind struggling to process her words. He tried to speak, to respond, but the pacifier in his mouth made it difficult. He mumbled something unintelligible, his eyes searching hers for some hint of mercy, some glimmer of hope. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's okay, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You don't have to talk. I can tell that you had a good night's sleep. You look all rested and refreshed." She reached down, her hands gently stroking Mikey's cheek. He flinched slightly, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And then, he smelled it. The smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that he had come to associate with shame and humiliation. His eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what had happened. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. But she just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It's not your fault. You were asleep, after all. But now, it's time to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey tried to resist, to struggle, but his body was still heavy with sleep. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra lifted him out of the crib. She carried him over to the changing table, his body limp and his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. She laid him down on the table, his body still heavy with sleep. She buckled him in, the straps tight around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in place. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they clung to his skin and made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He could feel the warmth against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that filled the room and clung to his body like a second skin. Miss Sierra walked over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby supplies - diapers, wipes, creams, and plenty of other items that made Mikey's heart race. He tried to look away, tried to ignore the reality of his situation, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. She turned back to him, a fresh diaper in her hand. She walked over to the table, her heels clicking against the floor. She unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I'm just going to clean you up. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve to be clean and dry." She wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. Miss Sierra finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for you to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't understand what she meant, didn't understand what consequences he would have to face. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Last night, you soiled your diaper in your sleep, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You know the rules. If you soil your diaper, you have to poop in it twice the next day. And that's exactly what you're going to do." Mikey's eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what she meant. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. "But I can't," he mumbled, the pacifier still in his mouth. "I can't poop on command." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Oh, but you will, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You will, or else you'll face even worse consequences. Now, let's get you dressed for the day. You have a busy schedule ahead of you." She helped him off the changing table, his body still unsteady. He looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. She led him over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby clothes. Mikey looked away, his heart racing as he tried to ignore the reality of his situation. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let's get you all dressed for the day. You have a lot of work to do." She helped him into a pair of footed pajamas, the soft material enveloping his body. Mikey tried to move, to resist, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only stand there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra dressed him like a baby. She helped him into a nearby high chair, the tray in front of him filled with babyish food. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. He didn't want to eat, didn't want to submit to her twisted games. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was powerless to resist. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Eat up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You have a long day ahead of you. And remember, you have to poop in your diaper twice today. Don't forget that." Mikey looked down at the food, his stomach churning at the thought of eating it. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. And so, he picked up the spoon, his body limp and his mind clouded, and he began to eat. The aroma of baby powder and fresh diapers filled the room as Morgan walked in, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She was dressed in a crisp blouse and a skirt that accentuated her curves, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She looked every bit the part of a successful businesswoman, but her eyes held a softness that was only visible when she looked at Mikey. Miss Sierra was standing by the changing table, a stack of diapers in her hands. She looked up as Morgan entered, a smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Morgan," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "You're just in time to see your new baby." Morgan's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mikey. He was dressed in a thick diaper and plastic pants, the crinkling sound filling the room as he shifted in his high chair. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and defeat. Morgan walked over to him, her eyes scanning the diaper chart that Miss Sierra had hung on the wall. It was covered in diaper stickers, each one representing a time that Mikey had used his diaper. But there were no stickers in the 'potty' column, no indication that he had attempted to use the toilet. "What's this?" Morgan asked, her voice filled with concern. "He hasn't used the potty at all?" Miss Sierra shook her head, her smile never wavering. "No, he hasn't," she said. "He's been a very good little baby, using his diapers just like we taught him. But we've reached a point where we need to determine if he's truly a baby or not." Morgan looked at her, her eyes questioning. "What do you mean?" she asked. Miss Sierra walked over to the potty chart, her fingers tracing the empty 'potty' column. "Tomorrow, we'll be having a final trial," she said. "Mikey will have to go all day without using his diaper. If he manages to do that, we'll know that he's not a true baby. But if he can't, well, then we'll know that he's meant to be your baby forever." Morgan's eyes widened, her heart racing as she took in the implications of Miss Sierra's words. She looked at Mikey, her eyes searching his for some hint of resistance, some sign that he would submit to this humiliating ordeal. "But that's not fair," Morgan protested, her voice filled with concern. "He suppose to have no control when he goes to the bathroom. He suppose to be my baby boy!” Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's true, Morgan," she said. "But we have to determine if he's a true baby or not. And the only way to do that is to put him to the test. Now, let's get him changed and dressed for the day. He has a lot of work to do." Miss Sierra helped Mikey out of the high chair, her hands firm and unyielding. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. He didn't understand why she was doing this, didn't understand why she was putting him through this humiliating ordeal. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was completely at her mercy. She led him over to the changing table, his body unsteady as he tried to keep up with her pace. He looked down at the diaper chart, his eyes searching for some hint of hope, some sign that he could escape this fate. But there was nothing, just the empty 'potty' column and the diaper stickers that mocked him. Miss Sierra unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that filled the room and clung to his body like a second skin. He looked up at Morgan, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and humiliation. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't him, that he wasn't a baby, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of sleep. Miss Sierra wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. She finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for you to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't understand what she meant, didn't understand what consequences he would have to face. She then put soap in his mouth and made him lick it. Morgan then spanked his diaper led butt. The sun streamed through the large windows of the ABDL daycare, casting a warm glow over the colorful room. Mikey sat in the high chair, his thick diaper crinkling as he shifted uncomfortably. He had spent the entire night tossing and turning, his mind racing with thoughts of the final trial. He knew what was at stake, and he was determined not to fail. Miss Sierra stood nearby, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched him. "Remember, baby Mikey," she said, her voice sharp, "you're not allowed to use the potty today. If you have an accident in your diaper, you'll have to poop in it twice tomorrow. And if you can't manage that, well, let's just say you won't like the consequences." Mikey nodded, his eyes wide with determination. He knew the rules, and he was ready to follow them. He was going to prove that he wasn't a baby, that he could control his bladder and his bowels. Morgan stood by the door, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and unease. She had been looking forward to this day, the day when Mikey would finally become her baby. But she also felt a pang of guilt, a sense that she was doing something wrong. But she pushed the thought aside, her mind made up. She wanted Mikey to be her baby, and she was going to make sure that happened. Miss Sierra clapped her hands, the sound sharp and commanding. "Alright, baby Mikey," she said, "it's time to start your day. Let's see if you can make it without having an accident." Mikey took a deep breath, his heart racing as he tried to calm his nerves. He wasn't going to fail, he wasn't going to give in. He was going to prove that he was an adult, that he could control his body. The day started off slow, with Mikey being fed baby food and formula. He ate and drank slowly, trying to ignore the thick diaper that was rubbing against his skin. He could feel the pressure building, the need to go to the bathroom growing stronger and stronger. But he gritted his teeth and held on, determined not to give in. As the morning wore on, Miss Sierra kept a close eye on him, her gaze never leaving his body. She watched him like a hawk, waiting for any sign that he was about to have an accident. And Mikey could feel her gaze, could feel the way it made him squirm with discomfort. Morgan watched from the corner, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and worry. She wanted Mikey to succeed, wanted him to prove that he could be her baby. But she also knew that he was struggling, that he was fighting against his body and his mind. The hours ticked by, and Mikey continued to hold on. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way his body was fighting against him. But he was determined, he was not going to give in. He was going to prove that he was an adult, that he could control his body. But as the afternoon wore on, the pressure became too much. Mikey could feel his body giving way, could feel the warmth spreading between his legs. He tried to hold on, tried to keep the accident from happening. But it was too late, the damage was done. Miss Sierra's eyes widened as she saw the wet spot on Mikey's diaper. She clapped her hands, her voice sharp and commanding. "Well, well, well," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Looks like baby Mikey had an accident. That's one strike against you, baby boy." Mikey's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked down at the wet spot. He had failed, he had given in. He was a baby, just like Miss Sierra had said. Morgan's heart sank as she saw the wet spot. She had been hoping that Mikey would succeed, that he would prove that he could be her baby. But it seemed that he was just like the rest of them, just a helpless baby in a diaper. Miss Sierra walked over to Mikey, her heels clicking against the floor. She reached down and pulled at the leg of his diaper, the material crinkling as she exposed the wet spot. "Look at that," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Baby Mikey had an accident. What are we going to do about that, hmm?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he would have to face the consequences of his actions. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Well, baby Mikey," she said, "since you had an accident, you're going to have to poop in your diaper twice tomorrow. And if you can't manage that, well, let's just say you won't like the consequences." Mikey's eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what she meant. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. "But I can't," he mumbled, his voice soft and defeated. "I can't poop on command." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Oh, but you will, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You will, or else you'll face even worse consequences. Now, let's get you changed and ready for the rest of the day." Mikey sat there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra changed his diaper. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that clung to his body like a second skin. He looked up at Morgan, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't him, that he wasn't a baby, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. Miss Sierra finished changing his diaper, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. He spent the rest of the day in the high chair, his body limp and his mind clouded. He was fed baby food and formula, his diaper changed when it was wet or soiled. He tried to resist, tried to fight against the humiliation and the defeat. But it was no use, he was powerless to resist. As the day wore on, Morgan watched him with a mix of anticipation and worry. She didn’t want him to succeed, wanted him to prove that he could be her baby. But she also knew that he was struggling, that he was fighting against his body and his mind. Finally, as the sun began to set, Miss Sierra clapped her hands, the sound sharp and commanding. "Alright, baby Mikey," she said, "it's time to end your day. Let's see how you did." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't know what she meant, didn't know what was going to happen. But he knew that he was at her mercy, that he was completely at her control. Miss Sierra walked over to the diaper chart, her fingers tracing the empty 'potty' column. "You had an accident this morning," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "That means you have to poop in your diaper twice tomorrow. And since you didn't use the potty at all today, that means you failed the final trial." Mikey's eyes widened, his heart racing as he took in her words. He had failed, he had given in. He was a baby, just like Miss Sierra had said. Morgan stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and unease. "Mikey," she said, her voice soft but firm, "you're my baby now. I have my home all ready for you, a place where you can be a baby forever. And when I can't watch you, you'll come here, to Miss Sierra's daycare. You'll be safe here, you'll be loved here." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe that Morgan was doing this to him. He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that this wasn't what he wanted. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's right, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You're Morgan's baby now. And I'm going to sign you over to her, so that she can take care of you forever." She walked over to a nearby desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She pulled out a stack of papers, her fingers tracing the words as she read them over. She looked up at Morgan, a smile playing on her lips. "Here you go, Morgan," she said, her voice soft but with a sharp edge. "Your baby is all yours now." Morgan took the papers, her hands shaking as she read over them. She looked up at Mikey, her eyes filled with a mix of love and regret. "Thank you, Miss Sierra," she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "I promise to take good care of him." Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "I know you will, Morgan," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I know you will. And remember, if you ever need help, if you ever need someone to watch him, you can always bring him here. We'll take good care of him, just like we always do." Mikey sat there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Morgan packed up his things. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't what he wanted, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. As Morgan led him out of the daycare, Mikey couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over him. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of Morgan and her twisted games. And all he could do was wait, wait for the day when he would be free, wait for the day when he would be an adult again. But for now, he was a baby, a helpless, dependent baby in a diaper. And he knew that he was powerless to resist, powerless to escape. He was Morgan's baby now, and he would be for the rest of his life.

Hey I'm new on this site but I would love to do an boyfriend x girlfriend role play where the girlfriend wants to try something new etc. With turning him into a baby.

Chapter 1: In the digital age, where connections are often forged through the flick of a finger, it was a typical evening spent browsing through a dating app that set the stage for an unexpected adventure. My name is Mikey; like many others navigating the world of online dating, I was searching for that elusive spark, a connection that might just lead to something more meaningful. As I lazily swiped left and right, profiles blurred into one another, each promising something unique yet often feeling the same. Just as I was about to call it a night, a profile caught my eye. Her name was Morgan. Her profile picture radiated warmth and kindness, a vibrant smile that seemed to leap off the screen. Her eyes, a captivating blend of green and gold, held a spark that was both inviting and mysterious. Morgan owned a daycare, a detail that made her even more intriguing. There was something incredibly attractive about a woman who cared for children, who had the patience and kindness to nurture young minds. Her bio was simple yet profound: "Looking for someone who appreciates the simple things in life. Loves kids, adventures, and genuine connections." I swiped right without a second thought. To my surprise, it was a match. A rush of excitement coursed through me as I quickly typed out a message, "Hey Morgan, loved your profile. Daycare owner, huh? That's amazing. What's the most rewarding part of your job?" Her response came sooner than I expected. "Hey Mikey, thanks! The most rewarding part is seeing the kids grow and learn. It's like watching little miracles every day. What about you? What do you do?" I smiled, feeling a connection already forming. "I'm a software developer. Not as glamorous as shaping young minds, but it pays the bills. What do you like to do for fun?" Morgan's reply was playful and flirtatious. "I love hiking, reading, and trying new recipes. But lately, I've been exploring something a bit more... adventurous." Intrigued, I asked, "Oh yeah? Like what?" Her next message made my heart race. "Well, let's just say I've been exploring some new... fantasies. Ever tried anything a bit out of the ordinary?" I felt a thrill run down my spine. This conversation was taking a turn I hadn't expected, but I was more than willing to go along for the ride. "I'm always up for an adventure. What did you have in mind?" Morgan's response was coy yet inviting. "Why don't we meet up and find out? There's a great little café downtown. How about tomorrow afternoon?" I agreed without hesitation. "Sounds perfect. I'll see you there." As I put my phone down, I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. This was shaping up to be more than just another swipe right. This felt like the start of something exciting, something real. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would challenge my perceptions and push the boundaries of my desires. Chapter 2: Curiosity piqued by Morgan's intriguing offer, I found myself eagerly accepting the chance to see her daycare in action. The building was nestled in a serene neighborhood, its exterior painted in cheerful hues that promised warmth and joy within. As we approached, the sounds of laughter and playful chatter spilled out, creating a welcoming atmosphere. Morgan led me inside, and I was immediately struck by the vibrant energy of the place. The walls were adorned with colorful murals depicting whimsical scenes of forests, oceans, and outer space, each corner designed to spark imagination and creativity. Toys of every kind were neatly arranged, ready to be explored by eager little hands. "Welcome to Little Miracles," Morgan said with a proud smile. "This is where the magic happens." I followed her as she walked through the daycare, introducing me to the different areas. There was a cozy nook filled with books, a play area with a giant wooden castle, and a quiet corner with soft mats and pillows for nap time. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the boundless energy of children at play. "This place is amazing," I said, genuinely impressed. "You've really created something special here." Morgan beamed at the compliment. "Thanks. I've always believed that every child deserves a place where they can be themselves, explore, and grow. That's what I try to provide here." As we walked, a little girl with pigtails and a mischievous grin ran up to Morgan, tugging at her hand. "Morgan, Morgan! Look what I made!" She held up a drawing of what looked like a purple dinosaur wearing a tutu. Morgan knelt down, her eyes lighting up with genuine interest. "Wow, Lily! That's incredible. Is that a dancing dinosaur?" Lily nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! She's going to the ballet." Morgan laughed softly. "That's wonderful. I bet she'll be the star of the show." Lily grinned and ran off, her imagination already pulling her in a new direction. I watched the interaction, feeling a warmth spread through me. "You're really good with them," I said. Morgan stood up, her eyes shining. "They make it easy. There's something so pure and honest about kids. They haven't learned to hide their feelings or put up walls. It's refreshing." As we continued our tour, I noticed a door at the end of a hallway, slightly ajar. The room inside was dark, unlike the bright and cheerful spaces we'd seen so far. "What's in there?" I asked, nodding towards the door. Morgan's smile took on a mysterious edge. "That's the quiet room. It's where the kids go when they need a break from all the excitement. It's also where I explore some of my... other interests." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Other interests?" Morgan leaned in, her voice low. "Remember when I mentioned exploring new fantasies? That room plays a big part in that." I felt a jolt of excitement mixed with curiosity. This woman was full of surprises, and I was eager to uncover more. But before I could ask anything else, a loud crash came from the other room, followed by a chorus of giggles. Morgan laughed, shaking her head. "Sounds like someone's building a fort again. I should go check on them. Feel free to look around more if you like." As she walked away, I couldn't help but feel drawn to that dark room at the end of the hallway. What kind of fantasies did Morgan explore in there? I was dying to find out, but that would have to wait. For now, I was content to soak in the joyful atmosphere of Little Miracles, a place where magic and reality seemed to coexist in harmony. I walked back into the main play area, watching as Morgan helped the kids build a fort out of blankets and chairs. She looked up and caught my eye, smiling warmly. I smiled back, feeling a sense of anticipation. This daycare was more than just a business; it was a labor of love, a testament to Morgan's nurturing spirit. And as I watched her interact with the kids, I knew I wanted to explore more of her world, whatever that might entail. Little did I know, that dark room held secrets that would challenge my perceptions and draw me into a world of desire and discovery. But for now, I was content to be drawn into the magic of Little Miracles, one step at a time. Chapter 3: As Morgan busied herself with the kids in the main play area, I found myself drawn back to that dark, mysterious room at the end of the hallway. The door was still slightly ajar, beckoning me to explore its secrets. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Morgan occupied with a group of giggling children, and decided to take my chance. I slipped into the room, the air inside cool and still. I fumbled along the wall, searching for a light switch. Suddenly, the door clicked shut behind me, enclosing me in total darkness. Before I could react, the lights flicked on, blinding me momentarily. As my vision adjusted, I saw Morgan standing there, holding a wooden paddle. Her expression was stern, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. "You've been a bad boy, Mikey," she said, her voice a mix of reprimand and amusement. Before I could protest, she grabbed me by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong. She led me to a table in the center of the room, which I now realized was equipped with restraints. My heart pounded in my chest as she bent me over, my butt facing her. I felt a rush of adrenaline, a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You shouldn't be exploring rooms that aren't authorized, Mikey," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "That's very naughty of you." With that, she brought the paddle down, smacking it against my butt. I let out a yelp, more from surprise than pain. She spanked me again, each smack punctuated by her playful scolding. The Paddle: "Bad boys need to be disciplined, Mikey," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You've been very curious, haven't you? Poking your nose where it doesn't belong." I squirmed under her grip, but there was no escaping her playful punishment. The room echoed with the sound of the paddle meeting my flesh, each smack sending a jolt through me. It was a strange sensation, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with each strike. Morgan continued her playful scolding, her voice taking on a singsong quality. "You're just a baby, aren't you? Exploring where you shouldn't be. Well, maybe next time you'll think twice before snooping around." As suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped. Morgan released her grip, and I stood up, my face flushed and my heart racing. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "There," she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Now you've had a taste of what happens to bad boys who can't follow the rules." Chapter 4: Once I was secured on the table, a primal instinct kicked in, and I tried to break free. "Morgan, please," I begged, my voice trembling as I strained against the restraints. "Please don't diaper me. Don't take my clothes away." The Nursery: The Changing Table: Morgan chuckled, a sound that was both sweet and wicked. "Oh, Mikey," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement and determination. "You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You're going to enjoy being diapered like a baby. I promise you that." She reached for a pair of scissors, the blades glinting in the soft light of the room. I watched in horror as she began to cut away my clothes, the sound of fabric tearing filling the air. I squirmed and bucked, trying futilely to escape, but the restraints held fast. "Please, Morgan," I pleaded, feeling a flush of embarrassment as she stripped me bare. "Don't do this. I can't be naked in front of you." She smiled gently, her eyes never leaving mine as she continued to cut away my clothes. "There's no room for shame here, Mikey," she said softly. "This is about trust, about letting go. You're safe with me." As the last of my clothes fell away, I was left naked and vulnerable, like a baby ready to be diapered. I felt a rush of embarrassment, a hot blush spreading across my cheeks. Morgan paused, her eyes roaming over my naked body, her gaze appreciative and loving. "You're beautiful, Mikey," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about." She reached for a dinosaur-printed diaper, and I felt a surge of panic. "No, Morgan, please," I begged, trying to wriggle away. "Not that. I can't wear that." The Diaper: She laughed, a sound that was both comforting and firm. "Oh, Mikey," she said, shaking her head. "You don't get to make that decision, sweetheart. I'm in charge here, and I say you're wearing this adorable dinosaur diaper." I tried to fight her, bucking and straining against the restraints, but Morgan was undeterred. She gently but firmly lifted my hips, sliding the diaper beneath me. I begged and pleaded, but she didn't care what I had to say. Her touch was gentle and sure as she fastened the diaper around me, securing it tightly in place. As she finished, she leaned down, her face inches from mine. "There you go, sweetheart," she said softly, her voice filled with love. "All diapered and ready to go. You're my baby now, Mikey. And I'm going to take such good care of you." I looked up into her eyes, seeing the warmth and love reflected there, and felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Despite my embarrassment, despite my struggles, there was a part of me that felt...content. Safe. Loved. And as Morgan smiled down at me, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Chapter 5: Morgan stood back, admiring her handiwork as I lay there, now fully diapered and feeling a mix of humiliation and intrigue. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and began to pace around the table, her fingers tracing patterns on the smooth surface. "Now, Mikey," she began, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "There are a few rules you should know about. Fifteen, to be exact. These rules will help you understand your new role as my baby. And don't worry, I'll make sure you remember each and every one." I watched her warily, my eyes following her as she moved. "Rules?" I asked, my voice small and uncertain. She nodded, holding up a single finger. "Rule number one: Morgan is always right. You will listen to me and obey me in all things. Understood?" I hesitated, then nodded, feeling a strange flutter in my stomach. A second finger joined the first. "Rule number two: Diapers are the bathroom now. You will use them for all your needs, and I will change you when I see fit." My eyes widened in horror. "Morgan, please—" I started, but she cut me off with a sharp look. "Rule number three," she continued, adding a third finger. "You will ask permission for all things. Want to play with a toy? Ask permission. Want to eat? Ask permission. Want to speak? You get the idea." I swallowed hard, feeling a sense of dread washing over me. Morgan continued, her voice steady and calm as she listed each rule. "Rule number four: No walking. You'll crawl or be carried like a good little baby. Rule number five: You'll drink from a bottle or sippy cup. Rule number six: No swearing or bad language. Rule number seven: Naptime is when I say it is. Rule number eight: You'll eat what I give you, when I give it to you." She paused, looking down at me with a soft smile. "Rule number nine: You will always tell Morgan the truth. Rule number ten: You will not touch your diaper or try to remove it. Rule number eleven: You will not try to escape or leave the daycare. Rule number twelve: You will not harm yourself or others." I listened, my mind reeling as I tried to take in each rule. Morgan's voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, and I found myself nodding along despite the growing unease in my stomach. "Rule number thirteen: You will not hide your feelings from Morgan. Rule number fourteen: You will accept and embrace your role as my baby. And finally, rule number fifteen: You will love and trust Morgan, always." She finished, looking down at me with a warm smile. "And that's it, sweetheart," she said softly. "Those are the rules. Follow them, and we'll get along just fine." I looked up at her, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I felt overwhelmed, scared, and yet...there was a part of me that felt cared for, seen. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within me. Morgan reached out, her hand gently stroking my cheek. "Good boy, Mikey," she murmured. "You're doing so well. I'm proud of you." And with those words, I felt a strange sense of pride, of accomplishment. I was hers, completely and utterly. And as I lay there, diapered and helpless, I knew that this was just the beginning of my new life as Morgan's baby. The rules were clear, the path laid out before me. All I had to do was follow. Chapter 6: Morgan's eyes narrowed as she looked down at me, her expression stern. "Now, Mikey," she began, her voice firm. "You were a bad boy during your diaper change. You argued with Mommy about using your diaper as your potty. Bad boys need to be punished, isn't that right?" I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked up at her, my eyes wide with apprehension. "Morgan, please—" I started, but she cut me off with a sharp look. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided, wagging her finger. "What did I tell you about asking permission? And it's 'Mommy', not 'Morgan'. You've already earned yourself a punishment. Don't make it worse." With that, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a nearby chair. She sat down, her grip firm as she tugged me over her lap. I struggled, a wave of panic washing over me as I realized what she intended to do. "Morgan, I mean, Mommy, please don't—" I begged, but she hushed me with a firm pat on my diapered bottom. "Hush now, Mikey," she said, her voice calm and collected. "You're getting fifty good spankings on your diaper bottom. And if you keep squirming, it'll be more." I tried to get free, my heart pounding in my chest, but she held me firmly in place. "That's another fifteen, Mikey," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Now, let's begin." And with that, she started to spank me, her hand landing firmly on my diapered bottom. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I was spanked like a naughty baby, the padding of my diaper doing little to protect me from the sting of her hand. "Say it, Mikey," she commanded, her voice steady and firm. "Say 'I will use my diaper like a good baby'." I hesitated, my cheeks burning with humiliation. She spanked me again, harder this time. "Say it, Mikey," she repeated. "I-I will use my diaper like a good baby," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, satisfied. "Again." "I will use my diaper like a good baby," I repeated, my voice louder this time. She continued to spank me, each smack punctuated by a babyish line that she made me repeat. "I am a baby who uses his diaper." "I will ask Mommy to change my diaper when I need it." "I will not argue with Mommy about using my diaper." With each spank, I felt myself sinking deeper into the role she had chosen for me. I was her baby, her little Mikey, and I was being punished for my disobedience. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finished. I lay there, my diapered bottom stinging and sore, as she gently rubbed my back. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed, her voice soft and soothing. "You took your punishment so well. Mommy's proud of you." I felt a strange sense of pride, of accomplishment, at her words. I had pleased her, had done as she asked. She helped me up, her hands gentle as she steadied me on my feet. She looked down at me, her eyes soft and warm. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice gentle. "Can you tell Mommy what you've learned today?" I looked up at her, my eyes filled with unshed tears. "I-I will use my diaper like a good baby," I said, my voice small and uncertain. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's right, Mikey," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You're Mommy's good little baby. Now, can you say one more thing for Mommy?" I hesitated, then nodded. "Say 'Mommy, I love you'," she said, her voice soft. I looked up at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Mommy," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you." With that she helped me into my new clothes and plastic pants. And with those words, I felt something shift within me. I was hers, completely and utterly. Her baby, her little Mikey. And as I looked up at her, my eyes filled with love and adoration, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Chapter 7: I stood in front of the mirror, my cheeks flushed a bright red as I took in my new attire. The black t-shirt with Blue's Clues cartoons splashed across the front, the shiny blue plastic pants that crinkled loudly with every slight movement—it was all too much. I felt like a oversized toddler, a grotesque parody of childhood. Morgan, however, seemed thrilled. The outfit: "Aww, look at my little baby Mikey," she cooed, clapping her hands together. "All cute and snug in your new outfit. Now, let's get you all settled in your highchair for your yummy food and drinks, okay?" I wanted to protest, to scream and shout and demand to be let go, but something held me back. A strange, twisted sense of curiosity, perhaps, or maybe just the lingering sting of my spanking, reminding me of what happened when I disobeyed. She led me to the kitchen, where a highchair sat waiting. It was larger than a normal highchair, clearly modified to accommodate an adult. I balked at the sight of it, but Morgan was having none of it. With a firm hand, she guided me to the chair and helped me climb in, securing the tray in front of me and locking me in place. I tested the restraints, rattling them slightly, but they held fast. I was stuck. The Highchair: Morgan hummed a cheerful tune as she tied a large bib around my neck, securing it tightly before turning to prepare my food. I watched her warily, my eyes never leaving her as she bustled about the kitchen, gathering ingredients and mixing them together. The bib: She returned with a bowl of mushy, unidentifiable food and a large bottle filled with a clear liquid. She set them down on the tray in front of me, then pulled up a chair for herself, sitting down with an expectant look. "Eat up, Mikey," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "You need to keep up your strength. And drink all of your ba-ba, okay? Mommy made it special, just for you." The food: The Bottle: I eyed the bowl warily, poking at the strange concoction with the spoon she'd given me. It smelled vaguely like oatmeal, but with an underlying tang that I couldn't quite place. The bottle, meanwhile, seemed to be filled with nothing more than water, but something about the way Morgan was looking at me made me wonder if there was more to it than that. As I hesitantly took a bite of the food, Morgan watched me closely, her eyes never leaving my face. I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, a warmth that spread through me, making me feel slightly dizzy. I shook it off, attributing it to nerves, and took a sip from the bottle. The water tasted slightly sweet, with a strange aftertaste that I couldn't quite place. Morgan smiled encouragingly, urging me to drink more. I complied, not wanting to upset her, but with each sip, the strange sensation in my stomach grew stronger. I began to feel cramps, my intestines twisting and churning uncomfortably. I squirmed in my seat, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but it only grew stronger. As I finished the last of the bottle, I realized with a sudden, horrifying clarity what Morgan had done. The food, the drink—they'd been spiked, filled with something designed to make me use my diaper. I looked up at her, my eyes wide with betrayal, but she simply smiled, her eyes filled with a sickening, twisted love. "There, there, Mikey," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "You'll feel better soon, I promise. Just let it happen, okay? Let Mommy take care of you." I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized what was about to happen. I had to escape, had to find a way out of this twisted nightmare. But with the tray locked in front of me and the restraints holding me firmly in place, I was trapped, helpless to do anything but wait for the inevitable. As the cramps grew stronger, I knew that I had to act fast. I had to find a way out of this highchair, out of this house, out of this twisted game that Morgan was playing. But with each passing moment, as the pressure in my bowels grew stronger, I knew that time was running out. I had to escape, and I had to do it soon. But how? Chapter 8: As I sat in the highchair, I begged Morgan to let me go potty in the toilet. "Please, Morgan," I pleaded, my voice strained with desperation. "I can't hold it in much longer. Just let me use the bathroom like a normal person." She turned to me, her eyes narrowing as she wagged a disapproving finger. "Now, Mikey, you know better than that. Mommy said you're to use your diaper like a good baby. If you ask again, you'll get another spanking." I squirmed in my seat, the pressure in my bowels building to an unbearable level. I tried to hold it in, to will my body into submission, but it was a losing battle. Morgan watched me, her expression growing more and more irritated as she saw my resistance. "Fine," she snapped, her voice sharp and cold. "If you won't listen to Mommy, then Mommy will make you listen. You will use that diaper like a baby, Mikey. And after your dinner, I'll give you a spanking to remind you who's in charge here." "Please, Morgan," I begged, tears stinging my eyes. "Please, don't make me do this. I can't—I won't—" She cut me off with a harsh laugh, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. "You can and you will, Mikey. You're my baby now, and babies use diapers. Now, be a good little boy and let it out. The sooner you do, the sooner we can get on with our night." I shook my head, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. But Morgan was relentless. She stood over me, her eyes boring into mine, her voice a constant, nagging reminder of what she wanted, what she demanded. "Come on, Mikey," she coaxed, her voice a sickening sing-song. "Let it out for Mommy. Let me see my baby boy use his diaper like a good little boy." Chapter 9: I looked up at her, my eyes filled with defiance and desperation. I clenched my muscles tight, trying to hold back the inevitable, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "No, Morgan," I grunted, my voice strained. "I won't do it. I won't use the diaper. You can't make me." Morgan's eyes flashed, her smile fading, replaced by a look of cold determination. "Oh, Mikey," she said, her voice like ice. "You really think you can defy Mommy? You think you can win this battle?" I squirmed in the highchair, my body tense, my muscles cramping with the effort of holding back. I shook my head, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "No," I panted. "You can't make me. I won't." Morgan's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at me. "Fine, Mikey," she said, her voice sharp and cold. "You want to play it that way? Then Mommy will make you go. And then, my dear, you'll get a spanking you'll never forget, right there in your nice, full diaper." She turned away, her heels clicking sharply on the kitchen floor as she walked to the counter. I watched her warily, my heart pounding in my chest as she opened a drawer and pulled out a small, dark bottle. She turned back to me, her eyes glinting with a twisted delight as she held up the bottle, shaking it gently. "You know what this is, Mikey?" she asked, her voice soft and dangerous. "This is Mommy's little helper. A few drops of this in your ba-ba, and you'll be filling that diaper in no time." I shook my head, my eyes wide with horror. "No, Morgan," I begged, my voice trembling. "Please, don't. You can't—" She cut me off with a sharp laugh, her eyes gleaming with a sickening triumph. "Oh, Mikey," she said, her voice a twisted parody of gentle concern. "Mommy can do whatever she wants. And right now, Mommy wants you to use that diaper like a good little baby. And you will, Mikey. One way or another." With that, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle, her eyes never leaving mine as she tipped it over, letting a few drops of the dark liquid fall into my bottle. She swirled it gently, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight as she watched the liquid mix with the water. I looked up at her, my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. I knew I had to hold out, had to resist, but as she held the bottle up to my lips, her eyes gleaming with a sickening triumph, I knew that this was one battle I couldn't win. But even so, I wouldn't go down without a fight. I pursed my lips shut, refusing to drink. Morgan simply smiled, pinching my nose until I gasped for air, and she poured the contents down my throat. The twisted game continued, and I was her unwilling pawn, trapped in a highchair, trapped in a body that was quickly betraying me. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, a bitter, acrid taste that made me want to gag. I tried to spit it out, but Morgan's grip was tight, her fingers pinching my nose, forcing me to swallow. I coughed, my eyes watering as the last of the tainted water slid down my throat. Within seconds, my stomach began to cramp, a sharp, insistent pain that doubled me over in the highchair. I looked up at Morgan, my eyes wide with panic. "What... what did you do to me?" I gasped, my body trembling with the sudden, violent onslaught of discomfort. Morgan smiled, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight. "Just a little something to help Mommy's baby use his diaper," she cooed, her voice a twisted parody of gentle concern. "It won't be long now, sweetie. Just a few more minutes, and you'll be filling that diaper like a good little baby." I shook my head, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I tried to hold back the inevitable. I squirmed in the highchair, my body tense, my muscles cramping with the effort of maintaining control. "No," I panted. "I won't. I won't do it." Morgan's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted triumph as she began to coo, her voice a soft, singsong sound that made my stomach churn. "Oh, come on, Mikey," she cooed. "Don't be shy, sweetie. Just let it out. Let Mommy's little baby use his diaper like a good little boy." I shook my head, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please," I begged, my voice trembling. "Please, Morgan, stop. I can't... I can't hold it much longer." Morgan's smile never wavered, her eyes never leaving mine as she began to massage my tummy, her fingers gentle but insistent. "Oh, don't be silly, Mikey," she cooed. "Just relax, sweetie. Just let it out. Let Mommy's little baby use his diaper like he's supposed to." I shook my head, my body trembling, my muscles cramping as I tried to hold back the inevitable. But it was no use. I could feel it coming, a wet, messy betrayal that I couldn't stop. "Please," I begged, my voice a broken whisper. "Please, Morgan, don't make me do this." But Morgan just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a sickening triumph as she continued to coo, her voice a soft, singsong sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything but the inevitable betrayal of my own body. "That's it, Mikey," she cooed. "Just let it out, sweetie. Just let Mommy's little baby use his diaper like a good little boy..." I clenched my fists, my body trembling as I tried to hold back, but it was no use. I could feel it coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I looked up at Morgan, my eyes filled with a mix of desperation and defeat as I felt my body betray me, the inevitable mess filling my diaper as Morgan cooed and clapped, her eyes gleaming with a twisted, victorious delight. Chapter 10: With her coos becoming worse, my body gave into release and couldn't stop it. She rubbed my tummy and cooed at me as everything emptied into the diaper. I started to cry, but she just cooed more, her voice a sickeningly sweet symphony to my humiliation. I could feel every release loading into my diaper, the warmth spreading, the mess engulfing me. I couldn't stop pooping, and once it finally came to an end, I felt the pee just release into my diaper, the final insult to my dignity. Morgan's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as she looked down at me, her baby. "Good baby, Mikey," she cooed, her voice a soft, singsong sound that made my stomach churn. "But you still need to be punished for resisting using it." I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears, my body trembling with humiliation and defeat. "Please," I begged, my voice a broken whisper. "Please, Morgan, no more. I can't take any more." But Morgan just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight as she began to speak to me like a baby. "Oh, come on, Mikey," she cooed. "Don't be silly, sweetie. You know you deserve to be punished, don't you?" I shook my head, my body trembling, but Morgan just smiled, her eyes never leaving mine as she began to speak to me in baby talk, her voice a soft, singsong sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything but my humiliation. "Now, Mikey, repeat after Mommy," she cooed, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. "I am a little baby who pooped in his diaper." I shook my head, my body trembling, but Morgan's grip tightened, her fingers pinching my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "Say it, Mikey," she demanded, her voice a soft, singsong sound that belied the steel in her eyes. I took a deep breath, my body trembling as I forced the words out, my voice a broken whisper. "I... I am a little baby who pooped in his diaper." Morgan's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted triumph as she continued to coo, her voice a soft, singsong sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything but my humiliation. "Good baby, Mikey," she cooed. "Now say, 'I am a little baby who peed in his diaper.'" I took a deep breath, my body trembling as I forced the words out, my voice a broken whisper. "I... I am a little baby who peed in his diaper." Morgan's smile was a sickeningly sweet sight, her eyes gleaming with a twisted triumph as she continued to coo, her voice a soft, singsong sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything but my humiliation. "Good baby, Mikey," she cooed. "Now say, 'I am a little baby who needs to be changed by his Mommy.'" I took a deep breath, my body trembling as I forced the words out, my voice a broken whisper. "I... I am a little baby who needs to be changed by his Mommy." Morgan's smile was a sickeningly sweet sight, her eyes gleaming with a twisted triumph as she looked down at me, her baby. "Good baby, Mikey," she cooed. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, sweetie. Mommy's got a nice, warm bath ready for you." I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears, my body trembling with humiliation and defeat as she began to undo the straps of the highchair, her eyes never leaving mine, her voice a soft, singsong sound that filled my ears, blocking out everything but my humiliation and the inevitable punishment to come. Chapter 11: Morgan led me by the hand, her grip firm yet gentle, as if she were guiding a toddler taking their first steps. Every time I took a step, I could feel my accident squishing in the diaper, a grim reminder of my humiliation. The smell was overwhelming, a constant assault on my senses, but Morgan didn't seem to mind. She hummed a soft, sweet tune as she led me back to the chair from earlier—the one where she had spanked me. She sat down and put me over her lap, her hand rubbing gentle circles on my back. "Now, Mikey," she cooed, her voice a sickeningly sweet symphony. "It's time for your punishment, sweetie. You get 75 spankings for being such a naughty baby." I whimpered, my body trembling in anticipation of the pain. Morgan's hand came down hard on my diapered bottom, the sound of the impact filling the room. I gasped, my body jerking from the sting. "Count them, Mikey," she demanded, her voice still soft and singsong. "And repeat after me, 'I am a naughty baby who needs to be punished.'" I took a deep breath, my voice shaking as I forced the words out. "O-one. I... I am a naughty baby who needs to be punished." Her hand came down again, another hard spank. I gasped, the words tumbling from my lips. "T-two. I am a naughty baby who needs to be punished." Morgan continued to spank me, her hand coming down in a steady rhythm, each impact sending a jolt of pain through my body. I counted each one, repeating the humiliating words after every spank. The tears streamed down my face, my body trembling with each impact. At spank number 50, Morgan paused, her hand rubbing gentle circles on my back again. "You're doing so well, Mikey," she cooed. "Now, let's change it up a bit. Repeat after me, 'I am a naughty baby who needs his Mommy to spank him.'" I took a deep, shuddering breath, my body aching from the spanking. I forced the words out, my voice broken and defeated. "I... I am a naughty baby who needs his Mommy to spank him." Morgan's hand came down again, another hard spank. I gasped, the count and the words tumbling from my lips. "F-fifty-one. I am a naughty baby who needs his Mommy to spank him." She continued the spanking, her hand coming down in the same steady rhythm. I counted each one, repeating the humiliating words after every spank. My body was a mess of pain and humiliation, my mind a fog of defeat. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the 75th spank came down. I gasped out the count and the words, my body shaking with sobs. Morgan's hand rubbed gentle circles on my back again, her voice soft and soothing. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed. "All done, sweetie. You took your punishment so well. Mommy's proud of you." She helped me up, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction as she looked down at me, her baby. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, sweetie," she said, her voice a soft, singsong sound. "Mommy's got a nice, warm bath ready for you." I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears, my body aching and throbbing. I knew better than to protest, to beg for mercy. I was her baby, her plaything, and she was far from done with me. As she led me to the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, wondering what fresh humiliation awaited me in the bath as the stench of my accident wafted through the air. Chapter 12: The tears still stung my eyes, and the sting of the spanking still throbbed on my bottom. Morgan led me back to the changing table, her grip as gentle as ever, as if she hadn't just turned my ass a fiery red. She lifted me onto the table, her eyes gleaming with that twisted satisfaction as she looked down at my soiled diaper. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie," she cooed, her voice a soft, sickeningly sweet symphony. She peeled off the diaper, her nose not even wrinkling at the sight and smell. I looked away, my face burning with humiliation as she wiped me clean, her hands gentle yet firm. She wrapped a fluffy towel around me, her eyes never leaving mine as she lifted me into her arms. I felt like a fucking toddler, carried off to the bathroom, the warm, bubbly water waiting for me. She lowered me into the bath, the warmth enveloping me, the bubbles tickling my skin. Morgan grabbed a soft cloth, soaping it up as she began to wash me. She hummed that same soft, sweet tune, her hands rubbing the cloth over my body, cleaning every inch of me. I sat there, my body aching, my mind a fog of humiliation, as she bathed me like a baby. She lifted me out of the bath, wrapping me back up in the towel. She carried me back to the nursery, laying me down on the changing table. She dried me off, her hands rubbing gently over my skin. She grabbed a booster pad and a safari print diaper, her eyes never leaving mine as she slid the booster pad into the diaper. The Safari Diaper: "So my little baby doesn't have a leak when he sleeps tonight," she said, her voice a soft, singsong sound. She powdered me, the cool powder a stark contrast to the warmth of the bath. She lifted my legs, sliding the thick diaper underneath me, fastening it tightly around my waist. It was way thicker than the one from earlier, the crinkle of the plastic loud and humiliating. I lay there, my body aching, my mind a mess of defeat and humiliation. Morgan leaned down, her lips brushing softly against my forehead. "All clean and ready for bed, sweetie," she cooed, her voice a soft, sickeningly sweet symphony. She lifted me into her arms, carrying me over to the crib. She laid me down, her eyes never leaving mine as she pulled a soft, fluffy blanket over me. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears, my body aching and throbbing. I knew better than to protest, to beg for mercy. I was her baby, her plaything, and she was far from done with me. As she turned off the light, the room plunging into darkness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, wondering what fresh humiliation awaited me in the morning. As the darkness of the nursery enveloped me, I lay there in the crib, my heart racing and my mind swirling with thoughts of escape. The soft blanket cocooned me, but it felt more like a trap than a comfort. I could still feel the sting of humiliation from earlier, the overwhelming sensation of being utterly powerless. My body ached, but it was the emotional turmoil that truly gnawed at me, a relentless reminder of my situation. I stared at the bars of the crib, a prison of my own making. Thoughts raced through my mind, each one more desperate than the last. If I could just slide the latch down and make a run for it, I could escape this twisted nightmare. I could make it home, back to a life where I had control, where I wasn’t treated like a helpless child. The idea of freedom ignited a flicker of hope within me, a small flame that I clung to as I plotted my escape. Just as I began to gather my resolve, the door creaked open, and Morgan stepped back into the nursery. My heart sank as I caught sight of her. She was holding something in her hands, and I could feel the dread pooling in my stomach. I had barely managed to convince myself that I could escape when she approached the crib with a smile that sent shivers down my spine. “Look what I have for you, sweetie!” she chirped, her voice dripping with that sickly-sweet affection that made my skin crawl. In her hands were a pair of footed pajamas adorned with cheerful Elmo prints and a pair of shiny plastic pants that crinkled as she moved. I felt my heart drop further into my stomach. There was no escaping now. The Plastic Pants: The Feet Pjs: Before I could even voice my protests, she leaned over the crib, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Time to get you all snug and cozy for bed!” she exclaimed. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I lay there, frozen, as she slid the plastic pants over my already thick diaper. The sound of the crinkling fabric filled the air, an unmistakable reminder of my current state. “Such a cute little baby!” Morgan cooed, her fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pajamas. I squirmed as she pulled them over my legs, zipping them up the back with a swift motion. I felt the fabric hug my body tightly, the snug fit a constant reminder of my helplessness. But it was the gloves that truly sent my heart racing. They were attached to the zipper, preventing me from using my hands to escape or fight back. I was utterly trapped. The gloves: As if sensing my growing panic, Morgan leaned in closer, her face just inches from mine. “Don’t worry, darling. This is all part of the fun! You’ll be safe and sound in your crib, and I’ll be right here to take care of you,” she said, her voice a soothing lullaby that did nothing to calm my racing heart. I wanted to scream, to tell her that I wasn’t her baby, that I didn’t want this, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a mixture of frustration and despair. With a gentle hand, Morgan turned on the mobile that hung above my crib. The soft, twinkling lights danced across the walls, and a sweet melody began to play, filling the room with a lullaby that felt both enchanting and suffocating. I lay there, my heart pounding in my chest, as the mobile spun slowly above me, casting shadows that flickered like my hopes of escape. “Just relax, baby,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let the music soothe you to sleep.” I could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the way she reveled in my helplessness. It was as if she took pleasure in my despair, and I could feel the weight of her gaze pressing down on me. I turned my head away from her, focusing on the mobile as it spun above me. Each note of the lullaby felt like a cruel reminder of my situation, a melody designed to lull me into submission. I fought against the urge to close my eyes, to give in to the soft embrace of sleep, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on me, and the warmth of the pajamas wrapped around me like a cocoon. “Goodnight, sweetie,” Morgan said, her voice a soft whisper as she leaned down to kiss my forehead. I felt her breath against my skin, and I shivered at the intimacy of the gesture. It was a reminder that I was hers, that I belonged to her in this twisted game. I wanted to push her away, to tell her to leave me alone, but the words felt trapped in my throat. As she stepped back, the nursery fell into a heavy silence, the only sound the gentle lull of the mobile and the soft crinkle of my diaper. I lay there, my heart racing as I fought against the urge to fall asleep. I needed to stay awake, to keep my mind sharp, to remember my plan. If I could just hold on a little longer, I could find a way out. Minutes turned into what felt like hours as I tossed and turned in the crib, the pajamas and plastic pants feeling like a second skin, suffocating and constricting. I could still hear the faint echo of Morgan’s voice in my mind, her sweet coos and gentle reassurances. But I was determined not to let her win. I couldn’t allow myself to become the baby she wanted. Just as I began to drift into a restless sleep, the door creaked open again. My heart raced as I turned to see Morgan standing in the doorway, a shadowy figure against the light from the hallway. She stepped inside, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “Did I hear my little one stirring?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. I felt a jolt of panic surge through me. I had to act fast. I had to find a way to escape. But as she approached the crib, I realized that my time was running out. The moment of freedom I had envisioned was slipping further away, and all I could do was lie there, trapped in a world of her making, waiting for the next move in this twisted game. Chapter 13: As Morgan approached the crib, I could see the silhouette of a bottle in her hand. She wasn't here to just check on me; she had another twisted plan in mind. I wanted to curl up and disappear, but I was trapped in the open, a captive audience to her perverse delight. "I see you're still awake, sweetie," she cooed, her voice grating on my nerves. "Morgan has something to help you sleep tight." She revealed the bottle, filled with a strange, pink liquid. I eyed it warily, knowing that whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Before I could protest, she deftly uncapped the bottle and brought it to my lips. "Drink up, baby," she insisted, tipping the bottle so that the liquid dripped into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she held my chin firmly, forcing me to swallow. The medicine had a sickly-sweet taste that made my stomach churn. "What is this?" I demanded, my voice hoarse with exhaustion and fear. Morgan smiled, her eyes glinting with a malicious glee. "Just a little something to help you sleep and... well, you'll see in the morning." Her vagueness sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to fight back, to demand answers, but the medicine was already taking effect. My limbs felt heavy, and my eyelids began to droop. But Morgan wasn't done yet. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier, the kind meant for babies much younger than the age she was trying to force me into. I shook my head weakly, trying to refuse, but she simply grinned and popped it into my mouth. Before I could spit it out, she had secured it around my head with a fastening strap. I was helpless, utterly at her mercy. "There you go, sweetie," she murmured, her voice dripping with false affection. "Now you look just like a little angel." Through the haze of the medicine, I saw her reach for the top of the crib. With a clicking sound, she locked it in place, ensuring that I couldn't escape even if I managed to fight off the drug-induced sleep. I was well and truly trapped. "Night-night, baby," she sang softly, her voice fading as my eyes grew heavier. I tried to fight it, to keep my wits about me, but it was no use. The medicine pulled me under, and I found myself drifting off to sleep, the pacifier bobbing gently in my mouth. As I succumbed to the darkness, I could have sworn I heard Morgan whisper, "Sweet dreams, my little bedwetter." But I couldn't be sure, not as the world faded away and I was left alone with my dreams, unaware of what the morning would bring. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. It was a warm, inviting light, but it felt wrong in this context. I blinked against the brightness, my mind still foggy from the effects of the pink liquid Morgan had forced upon me. As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was still in the crib, the bars looming around me like the bars of a prison cell. A shiver ran through me as I remembered the events of the previous night. I shifted slightly, and that’s when I felt it—a thick, uncomfortable sensation between my legs. My heart raced as I instinctively reached down, feeling the bulkiness of what I now recognized as a diaper. Panic surged within me. Had I really... wet the bed? My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory from last night. I couldn’t recall anything after Morgan had forced the medicine on me. Just then, I heard the soft click of the crib’s latch. Morgan appeared, her expression one of feigned sweetness, as if she were a caregiver tending to a child. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she chirped, her voice dripping with that same tone of false affection that made my skin crawl. “Did you sleep well?” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I felt a knot tightening in my stomach as I tried to process the reality of my situation. Morgan approached the crib, her hands reaching toward me. “Let’s get you up, shall we?” With surprising ease, she lifted me from the crib, cradling me in her arms as if I were a toddler. I squirmed, trying to break free, but her grip was firm. “You’re so heavy in the morning, baby,” she teased, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She set me down on my feet, but I immediately felt unsteady, the thick padding of the diaper throwing off my balance. I looked down in horror, realizing that I was indeed wearing a diaper that felt not only thicker but also strangely warm. My heart sank as the implications of that warmth hit me—had I really lost control while under the influence of the drug? “Let’s get you changed,” Morgan said, her tone now more businesslike. She took my hand, leading me toward a changing table that loomed ominously in the corner of the room. “I know you don’t like this part, but it’s necessary. We can’t have you running around in a soggy diaper, can we?” I wanted to protest, to fight back, but the words caught in my throat. I felt utterly powerless as she guided me to the table. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear. “Please, Morgan,” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to do this. I can change myself.” Morgan chuckled softly, as if my plea were nothing more than the innocent whine of a toddler. “Oh, sweetie, you’re still too little for that. Now lay down for me, okay?” With a mixture of dread and resignation, I complied, lying back on the changing table. I felt utterly exposed as she unzipped the pajamas I had been wearing, pulling the fabric down to reveal the diaper beneath. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could block out the reality of what was happening. “Let’s see how you did last night,” she said, her fingers probing the diaper. I jolted at the unexpected touch, my body reacting instinctively to the invasion of my personal space. “Hey now, it’s just a check-up,” she soothed, though I could hear the amusement in her voice. “You don’t want to get all fussy on me, do you?” I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to my predicament. “I didn’t do anything,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t wet the bed.” Morgan’s expression turned mock-serious. “Oh, but you did, sweetie. You’re all wet.” She lifted her hand, and I could see the dampness on her fingers. My heart sank further as I processed her words. How could this be happening? When did I lose control? “Let’s get you all cleaned up and into something fresh,” she continued, her tone deceptively gentle. “We have a big day ahead of us.” I shot up, panic flooding my system. “No! I can’t go out like this! Please, Morgan, don’t make me!” My voice cracked, the desperation spilling out of me. The thought of being seen like this—dressed in a diaper, unable to care for myself—was unbearable. Morgan’s eyes sparkled with a mix of delight and authority. “Oh, but you will, Mikey. You’re my little one now, and little ones don’t get to make the big decisions. You just have to trust me.” She pushed me back down gently but firmly, her hands moving with practiced ease as she began to unfasten the diaper. I felt a wave of shame wash over me, my body tensing in resistance. “No, no, no!” I whimpered, but she only shushed me, as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. “Just relax, sweetie. I promise it’ll be over before you know it,” she said, her voice soothing yet commanding. I felt the cool air hit my skin as she removed the wet diaper, and I turned my head away, unable to face the reality of my situation. “See? All clean now,” she said, her tone brightening as she reached for a fresh diaper. “This one will keep you nice and dry for our outing. You wouldn’t want to be uncomfortable while we’re out shopping, would you?” The Diaper: I let out a choked sob, the absurdity of the situation crashing down upon me. I was trapped in a nightmare, one that I couldn’t wake up from. “Please… I don’t want to go out like this…” I pleaded, my voice breaking. Morgan’s eyes softened for a moment, but then her smile returned, wide and unwavering. “Oh, sweetie, you’ll learn to love it. Just think of all the fun we’ll have together. Now, let’s get you dressed for the day!” As she expertly fastened the fresh diaper around me, I felt a mixture of anger and helplessness. I was at her mercy, trapped in a game I never agreed to play. The reality of my situation began to sink in deeper with every passing moment. I was no longer just Mike; I was her baby, and she intended to take me out into the world as such. “No, please…” I whimpered again, but Morgan was already pulling a bright, childish outfit from the nearby dresser. It was a onesie, adorned with cartoon animals, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as she held it up for me to see. The onesie: “Just wait until you see how cute you look in this!” she exclaimed, her excitement palpable. I felt like I was being swallowed by a tidal wave of dread, knowing that I was powerless to stop her from dressing me up like a child. As she pulled the onesie over my head, I felt the fabric envelop me, sealing my fate as her little one. The snap closures at the bottom clicked into place, and I knew that there was no escaping this new reality. I was no longer just a boy; I was her baby, and she was determined to show the world. “Now, let’s get you some shoes and a little hat,” she said, her voice cheerful as she rummaged through the drawers. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but the sound of her laughter and the rustle of fabric was inescapable. Shoes: Hat: I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come. I couldn’t let her see how much this affected me. I had to find a way to fight back, to reclaim my identity and escape this twisted game. But for now, I was at the mercy of Morgan, the woman who had turned my world upside down. Chapter 14: The world outside the house seemed impossibly bright and vibrant as Morgan wheeled me out into the open air. The sun was high, casting a warm glow that felt foreign against my skin, a stark contrast to the chill of the humiliation that clung to me. I had been dressed like a toddler, complete with a bright onesie that felt more like a costume than clothing, and now I was being strapped into a stroller that was far too large for any child, let alone an adult. Stroller: “Here we go!” Morgan chirped, her voice filled with a sickening enthusiasm that made my stomach churn. She adjusted the straps around my waist, ensuring I was securely fastened. I squirmed in discomfort, but there was no escaping this. I was trapped, both physically and mentally, in this absurd situation. “Why do they even make strollers this big?” I thought bitterly as I glanced around, my heart pounding with anxiety. The world felt so exposed from this vantage point, where I was seated like some oversized infant. I could see the curious glances from passersby, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Morgan, seemingly oblivious to my turmoil, handed me a brightly colored sippy cup. “Drink up, sweetie! You need to stay hydrated,” she encouraged, her smile wide and genuine. I eyed the cup warily, the rubber spout taunting me. I was thirsty, having not had anything to drink since the night before, but the thought of drinking from a sippy cup made my skin crawl. “Just do it,” I told myself, feeling the weight of defeat settle heavily on my shoulders. I took the cup and lifted it to my lips, the sweet juice flooding my mouth. I could almost hear the mocking laughter of my own mind as I drank, the reality of my situation sinking deeper with every sip. Morgan began to push the stroller, and I could feel the momentum carry us forward. The streets were alive with activity, and I was acutely aware of every person we passed. I felt like a spectacle, a living, breathing exhibit on display for all to see. As we rolled down the sidewalk, I caught glimpses of people’s faces—some looked amused, others confused, and a few even sympathetic. I wanted to sink into the seat and disappear, but that was impossible. I was on display, the unwilling participant in a twisted game that I had never signed up for. Suddenly, a little boy, perhaps around six or seven, approached us with wide eyes filled with curiosity. “Why is he dressed like a baby?” he asked, pointing directly at me. My heart sank further at the realization that I was the subject of his inquiry. Morgan knelt down to his level, her voice dripping with a condescending sweetness. “Oh, he’s just a little one who doesn’t know how to be an adult yet,” she explained, her tone patronizing. I wanted to scream, to tell the boy that I was not a baby, that I was trapped in this nightmare against my will. The boy’s gaze shifted to me, and I could see the gears turning in his mind. “But he looks like he’s about to pee himself!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and amusement. I felt my face heat up in humiliation. “No, I’m not!” I protested weakly, but my words fell flat in the face of the truth. The pressure in my bladder was building, and I could feel the twitching in my legs that the boy had noticed. Morgan, ever the attentive caretaker, smiled at the boy. “Sometimes, little ones like him need a little help with their bodies,” she said, her tone dismissive of my discomfort. “It’s okay; he’ll learn in time.” As if on cue, my body betrayed me. The pressure in my bladder became too much to contain, and I felt a warm rush envelop me. I was wetting myself—just like a baby. The sound of the liquid absorbing into the diaper was impossibly loud in my ears, and I could feel the boy’s eyes on me, wide with fascination. “Oh no, look!” he exclaimed, pointing at me with glee. “He really did pee himself!” I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. My heart raced, and I could feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Morgan, however, seemed unfazed. She simply chuckled, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “See? It’s just what little ones do. Nothing to be ashamed of!” The boy giggled, and I could hear the laughter of other people nearby. I felt like a complete fool, exposed and vulnerable in my humiliation. I wanted to shout, to fight back against this absurdity, but all I could do was sit there, strapped into the stroller, and let the world witness my degradation. “Let’s get you changed, little one,” Morgan said, her voice soothing as she pushed the stroller forward. The little boy waved goodbye, still giggling as he ran off to join his friends. I wanted to scream at him to stop laughing, to stop pointing, but I was powerless. As we continued down the street, I felt the weight of the diaper pressing against me, a constant reminder of my loss of control. I could feel the stares of strangers, their eyes boring into me as I sat there, a grown man dressed like a child, unable to escape the reality of my situation. Morgan seemed oblivious to my turmoil, her focus solely on getting to our destination. I glanced around, desperately searching for an escape, but there was none. I was trapped in this twisted world that Morgan had created, and I had no idea how to break free. With every turn of the stroller, I felt the walls closing in, my identity slipping further away. I was no longer Mike; I was just a baby, a plaything for Morgan’s amusement. And as we rolled onward, I could only wonder how much further she intended to take me down this path. The stroller wheels rumbled over the pavement as Morgan pushed me towards our destination. The wet diaper clung to my skin, a constant reminder of my humiliation and loss of control. I felt a growing pressure in my bowels, a sensation that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. It was as if my body was no longer my own, my control slipping away with each passing moment. As we approached the store, I looked up to see the sign: "My Inner Baby." A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the implications of the name. Morgan parked the stroller and leaned down to coo at me, "Here we are, sweetie! Let's get you all the supplies you need to be a happy, comfortable baby." She unstrapped me from the stroller, and I waddled awkwardly beside her, the thick diaper making it difficult to walk normally. As we entered the store, a cheerful bell chimed overhead, announcing our arrival. A friendly-looking lady approached us, her eyes flicking from Morgan to me, taking in my disheveled state. "Hello there!" she chirped, her voice gratingly cheerful. "Do you need help sizing your little one up and getting everything you need for him?" Morgan smiled, her hand resting possessively on my shoulder. "Yes, thank you. This is Mikey, and he's just starting his journey as my baby. We need all the essentials to make sure he's comfortable and well-cared for." The lady nodded understandingly, her eyes sparkling with a knowing gleam. "Of course! I'm sure we can find everything you need. Let's start with diapers, shall we?" She led us down an aisle filled with an overwhelming array of diapers. My heart sank as I took in the sheer variety—different sizes, colors, and patterns, each one more humiliating than the last. The lady gestured to a shelf stocked with brightly colored packages. "These are our newest arrivals—the mega thick Dino diapers. They're perfect for little ones who need that extra bit of protection. Plus, they make it harder for little ones to hide their diapers from others." Morgan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, those are perfect! I'll take six cases of those." I wanted to protest, to scream that I didn't need any of this, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I stood there, helpless and humiliated, as Morgan and the lady discussed my needs as if I weren't even present. The lady nodded, jotting down notes on a pad. "Excellent choice. Now, let's see what else you might need." She led us further down the aisle, pointing out various items—baby wipes, powder, creams, and even a selection of pacifiers and bottles. I felt a growing sense of dread as Morgan enthusiastically agreed to each suggestion, her eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. As we reached the end of the aisle, the lady turned to Morgan with a smile. "And of course, you'll need some outfits to keep your little one looking cute and cozy. We have a great selection of onesies, pajamas, and even some adorable little outfits for when you're out and about." Morgan's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! Let's see what you have." The lady led us to another section of the store, where racks of brightly colored, childish clothing stretched out before us. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I took in the sight—this was really happening. I was being dressed like a baby, treated like a baby, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As Morgan and the lady began to sort through the racks, discussing the merits of various outfits, I felt a growing pressure in my bowels. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to hold back the inevitable, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. I looked up at Morgan, my eyes filled with desperation. "Morgan, please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I need to use the bathroom. I can't hold it in much longer." Morgan turned to me, her eyes narrowing as she shook her head. "No, sweetie, you know the rules. You use your diaper like a good baby. Now, let's find you some cute outfits, okay?" I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized that I couldn't hold it in any longer. The pressure was too great, the need too urgent. I looked around desperately, searching for a way out, but there was none. I was trapped, helpless to do anything but give in to the inevitable. As Morgan and the lady continued to discuss my new wardrobe, I felt my body betray me once again. The warmth spread through my diaper, the mess engulfing me as I stood there, humiliated and defeated. Tears stung my eyes as I realized that I had truly lost all control, that I was now at the mercy of Morgan and her twisted game. The lady glanced over at me, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my state. She turned to Morgan with a knowing smile. "It looks like your little one has had a bit of an accident. Would you like me to show you to the changing area so you can get him all cleaned up?" Morgan smiled, her eyes gleaming with a sickening satisfaction. "That would be wonderful, thank you." As the lady led us towards the changing area, I felt a growing sense of dread. I knew what was coming next—the humiliation of being changed like a baby, the indignity of having my most intimate needs tended to by someone else. But there was no escaping it now. I was Morgan's baby, and she was determined to keep me that way, no matter the cost. As we entered the changing area, the reality of my situation hit me like a punch to the gut. I was trapped in this twisted game, and there was no way out. I could only hope that, somehow, I would find a way to reclaim my identity and escape the clutches of Morgan's perverse desires. But for now, I was her baby, and she was in complete control. Chapter 15: Morgan had me cleaned up and secured tightly in my new thick mega Dino diaper. I looked down at the bright, childish print, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I was naked save for the diaper, my clothes nowhere to be found. Morgan took my hand and led me back to the lady, who was waiting with a warm smile. "He's all set," Morgan chirped, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made my stomach churn. "Do you have any bouncers here? And perhaps something that might help my little one get into a more... suggestible state?" The lady's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Of course! We have a wonderful selection of bouncers right over here." She led us to a display of colorful, oversized chairs, each one more humiliating than the last. She pointed to one shaped like a giant duck, its bright yellow color almost blinding. "This is our most popular model. It's very comfortable and comes with a built-in pacifier dispenser." Morgan clapped her hands together, delighted. "Oh, that's perfect! And what about something to help him... relax?" The lady nodded, leading us to a shelf stocked with various items—stuffed animals, blankets, and even some strange, glowing devices. She picked up a small, fluffy teddy bear with a glowing belly. "This is our Hypno-Bear. It emits a soft, calming glow and plays a gentle lullaby that helps little ones drift off into a deeply suggestible state." Morgan's eyes widened with excitement. "That's amazing! We'll take both." As the lady gathered the items, she turned to Morgan with a business-like gleam in her eyes. "You know, we have a proposal for you. We're always looking for new models for our products, and your little one here is just adorable. If he were to model our diapers for our website and store, we could offer you a lifetime supply of baby essentials—absolutely free." Morgan's face lit up, her eyes gleaming with a mix of greed and delight. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! Mikey would be perfect for that, wouldn't you, sweetie?" She looked down at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, a silent warning in her gaze. I felt a lump form in my throat, the words catching before I could even attempt to protest. I knew I had no choice in the matter, no say in what happened to me. I was Morgan's baby, her plaything, and she was going to use me however she saw fit. "Excellent!" The lady beamed, pulling out a contract and a pen. Morgan signed it without a moment's hesitation, sealing my fate. "We can start right away. Let's get some photos of your little one in our newest diaper styles." Morgan agreed eagerly, and before I knew it, I was posed in the brightly lit photography area, surrounded by props designed to enhance my humiliation. I was made to pose with blocks, with stuffed animals, even with a giant, childish lollipop. Each click of the camera felt like a stab to my dignity, a further descent into the twisted world Morgan had created for me. As I sat there, posed like a baby, the Hypno-Bear clutched in my arms, its glowing belly beginning to work its magic, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. This was my life now—a life of humiliation, of degradation, of being Morgan's baby. And there was nothing I could do to escape it. But even as the despair threatened to consume me, a small spark of defiance burned within me. I wouldn't give up, not yet. Somehow, someway, I would find a way to reclaim my life and escape the clutches of Morgan's twisted desires. But for now, I was her model baby, and I had to play the part. As the final click of the camera echoed through the room, the lady turned to Morgan with a smile. "Those shots are going to be absolutely adorable. Now, we can put him in the nap room with his new Hypno-Bear. He can take a little snooze, and we can capture some sweet photos of him asleep." Morgan's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and twisted delight. "That sounds perfect. Lead the way." I was led to a small, dimly lit room filled with cribs and soft, plush toys. The walls were painted with murals of cartoon animals in various states of sleep. My stomach churned at the sight, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over me. The lady took the Hypno-Bear from my arms and activated it, the soft glow filling the room as a gentle lullaby began to play. "Now, let's get you all comfy, sweetie," Morgan cooed, lifting me with ease and placing me in one of the oversized cribs. I felt ridiculous, a grown man stuffed into a crib, but there was no use fighting it. I was trapped, both literally and metaphorically, in Morgan's twisted fantasy. As I lay there, the Hypno-Bear's glow illuminating the crib, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The lullaby was soft, soothing, and despite my best efforts to resist, I felt myself being pulled under its spell. Morgan and the lady loomed over the crib, their faces a mix of excitement and anticipation. The Hypnosis Bear: "He's fighting it," the lady observed, her voice barely a whisper. Morgan nodded, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "He's a stubborn one, but he'll learn. In time, he'll accept his new life." The words sent a shiver down my spine, a final, desperate attempt to fight the sleep that threatened to consume me. But it was no use. The Hypno-Bear's magic was too strong, and with a final, defeated sigh, I felt myself drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep. As my eyes fluttered closed, I heard the soft click of the camera, capturing my helplessness, my humiliation, in stark, unforgiving detail. But there was nothing I could do, no way to fight it. For now, I was Morgan's baby, her plaything, and she was going to use me however she saw fit. When I finally awoke, the room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the Hypno-Bear. I lay there for a moment, disoriented, before the events of the day came rushing back. I sat up, my head spinning, and looked around the room. I was alone, the other cribs empty, the room eerily silent save for the soft hum of the bear's lullaby. I tried to stand, but my limbs felt heavy, weak, as if the very fight had been drained from me. I collapsed back onto the mattress, a sense of despair washing over me. Was this my life now? Trapped in a crib, a prisoner to Morgan's twisted desires? Just as I was about to succumb to the darkness, I heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. I looked up as Morgan entered the room, her face a picture of maternal concern. "Awake, sweetie? You've been out for hours. The photos are beautiful, by the way. You look like such a sweet, innocent baby when you're asleep." I shuddered at the thought, my stomach churning with revulsion. But I was too weak to protest, too tired to fight. For now, I was at Morgan's mercy, and she knew it. "Come on, sweetie," she cooed, reaching into the crib and lifting me out. "Let's get you home. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." As she carried me out of the room, I caught a glimpse of the lady, standing in the doorway, a satisfied smile on her face. "We'll make sure all your new baby essentials are delivered directly to your house, Morgan," she said, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. Morgan beamed at her, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me." And with that, we were off, my fate sealed, my future uncertain. But as I lay there, cradled in Morgan's arms like a helpless infant, I knew one thing for sure—I had to find a way to escape this nightmare. I had to find a way to reclaim my life, my dignity, my very soul. But for now, I was Morgan's baby, and there was no escape from the twisted world she had created for me. Chapter 16: The car ride home was a blur, the streets and houses passing by in a haze as I lay cradled in Morgan's arms, my body still heavy with weakness. Before I knew it, we were pulling into her driveway, the large, imposing house looming before us. Morgan carried me inside, her voice a constant stream of soothing nonsense, as if she were talking to a real baby. She took me straight upstairs, into a room I hadn't seen before. It was a nursery, complete with a large crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. The walls were painted a soft blue, with more of those damned cartoon animals frolicking across them. I wanted to scream, to fight, to do something, anything, but my body was still too weak. Morgan laid me down in the crib, propping the Hypno-Bear up beside me. "Time for another nap, sweetie," she cooed, activating the bear. The soft glow filled the room, the gentle lullaby beginning to play. But this time, there was something different, something more sinister. As the music played, a voice began to whisper from the bear's speakers, so soft that it was almost imperceptible. "You are a good baby," it whispered, the voice sweet, almost sing-song. "You will use your diapers for everything. Just let it flow out. There is nothing you can do to stop it." I stiffened, my eyes widening in horror. The voice continued, its words sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine. "You are a diaper messer and wetter. You will also wet and poop your diaper in bed. You’re now a bedwetter and messer, and there is nothing you can do to stop it." No. No, no, no. I tried to resist, to fight against the words, but they were insidious, wrapping around my mind like a vice. I could feel my body responding, my bladder suddenly full, a strange pressure in my bowels. "No," I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "No, please..." But the bear continued, its whispers relentless. "Just let it flow out. You can't stop it. You're a good baby, a wet and messy baby." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on, to fight against the urge to just let go. But the bear's whispers were too strong, too persuasive. I could feel my body betraying me, the warmth spreading through my diaper, the sudden, humiliating release of my bowels. Tears filled my eyes, spilling over and running down my cheeks. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real. But the smell, the warmth, the sheer humiliation of it all told me that it was. I was lying in my own waste, a grown man reduced to a helpless baby, all thanks to Morgan and her twisted games. As the bear's whispers continued, I felt myself drifting off, my body exhausted, my mind broken. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me was Morgan's voice, soft and sweet, like a mother cooing to her child. "That's it, sweetie," she whispered. "Just let go. Mommy's here. Mommy will always take care of you." The first thing that hit me when I woke up was the smell. It was rancid, a thick, choking fog that made me gag. I tried to move, to escape it, but as I shifted, I felt it. The mushy, warm mess in the back of my diaper. I froze, horror washing over me as the reality of my situation came crashing down. I tried to climb out of the crib, my limbs still shaky and weak, but as I stood, I felt it again. The warmth spreading through my diaper, the release of my bladder, and I couldn't stop it. I stood there, in that soft blue room, the cartoon animals mocking me from the walls, as I pissed myself like a fucking toddler. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real. But the stench, the warmth, the sheer fucking humiliation of it all told me that it was. I was standing there, a grown man, in a fucking diaper, covered in my own piss and shit. Morgan and that fucking bear had broken me. They'd taken away my control, my dignity, my very fucking humanity. I was just an adult baby now, a pathetic, helpless mess. I looked down at myself, at the soggy diaper, the cute little baby outfit, and I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip it all off, to burn it, to purge this nightmare from my life. But I knew I couldn't. I was too weak, too broken. Morgan had made sure of that. So I stood there, in that fucking nursery, in my own filth, and I cried. I cried like a fucking baby, because that's what I was now. That's what Morgan had turned me into. And I didn't know if I'd ever be able to escape this hell. Chapter 17: Weeks had passed since that dreadful morning when I woke up in my own filth. Time had blurred, days merging into nights, and all I knew now was the routine of eating, sleeping, shitting, and pissing. The fights, the struggles, the desperation to escape, they were all distant memories, like echoes of a past life. Morgan walked into the playpen, her nose wrinkling at the smell. But it wasn't disgust on her face, it was... satisfaction. She looked down at me, her eyes soft, her voice even softer. "Oh, my little Mikey," she cooed, "have you made a little accident?" I looked up at her, my pacifier bobbing in my mouth as I giggled. Giggled, But it was like my body, my mind, weren't my own anymore. They were Morgan's, and she'd molded me into exactly what she wanted. Her business was booming. My photos, my videos, they were gold to the those who were into this sort of thing. Morgan would never have to worry about money again, not with her little baby Mikey as her star attraction. She reached down, tickling my chin. "Time for a change, my little baby Mikey," she sang, her voice a sickeningly sweet melody. I gurgled, kicking my chubby legs in the air, my dirty diaper squelching with the movement. Morgan unstrapped the diaper, clucking her tongue at the mess. "Oh, Mikey," she said, laughing, "you've made quite the mess, haven't you?" She cleaned me up, her touch gentle, her eyes loving. It was twisted, but it was my reality now. As she slid a fresh diaper under me, powdering my ass and fastening the tabs, I looked up at her, my eyes wide and trusting. And I knew, in that moment, that Morgan had won. She'd broken me, regressed me, turned me into her baby. And there was no going back.

*Describe:* The story is about a boy who has a perfect sister and they make a bet that makes him have to deal with his baby and maybe sissy treatment Chapter 01 It was a beautiful day at the Hill house. The sun shone brightly in the sky, illuminating every corner of the small house. A not very large family lived there: a teenager called Parker and his younger sister, Aniyah. Parker was a young man of average height, not very athletic, stubborn and clumsy. He had a condition that forced him to wear Goodnites, which made him even more insecure. Aniyah, a beautiful, fun-loving girl, was the definition of perfection in person. She had excellent grades at school, a busy social life and was very responsible for her age. That day, the girls' parents planned to go out partying for several weeks, leaving Parker and Aniyah alone at home. The two siblings had an insane feud between them, as siblings often do. They were in the living room, arguing about who was the best at a particular activity, when Parker had an idea. "Aniyah," he said, with a mischievous smile on his face, "let's settle this once and for all. Let's have a competition!" Aniyah, always willing to accept a challenge, looked at him curiously and said: "A competition? I like the idea, but it's not a competition without a prize. What do you think?" Parker scratched his head for a moment, thinking about the possibilities. "Well, I have a few ideas," he said hesitantly. "We could put money on the line, or maybe the winner gets a week without housework..." Aniyah interrupted, shaking her head. "These ideas are silly. I have a better idea. The loser will have to obey the winner and do whatever he tells them until our parents come back. What do you think?" Parker looked at her, surprised by the proposal. He knew his sister was intelligent and a strategist, but he hadn't expected her to suggest something so daring. However, he didn't want to back down. "All right," he said at last. "I accept the challenge. Let the competition begin!" The brothers stared at each other for a moment, each determined to show off their skills and prove that they were superior to the other. They decided that the first competition would be a bike race to the local park. They both ran out into the yard, grabbed their bikes and positioned themselves at the starting line. "Ready... Go!" Shouted Aniyah, and the two brothers pedaled with all their might. Parker, although clumsy, was determined, while Aniyah showed her skill and grace on the bike. The race was fierce, with the two brothers fighting for the lead. However, on the last stretch, Aniyah managed to overtake Parker and crossed the finish line in first place. She let out a shout of joy, knowing that she had conquered the challenge. Parker was aware that he would have to start obeying his sister as soon as he woke up that morning. During the night, he had put on his Spider-Man Goodnites, one of the baby diapers his mother had insisted he wear. Parker hated the feeling of wearing those diapers, but he had no choice. When he woke up, Parker felt his Goodnites get wet, as usual. He pulled down his pants, revealing the faded Spider-Man print on his diaper. Parker got out of bed, feeling uncomfortable as he knew he would have to face Aniyah. He wanted to go to the bathroom to change, but before he could leave the room, Aniyah came in and intercepted him. "Looks like we've got a wet diaper down there," teased Aniyah, with a mischievous smile on her lips. Parker blushed instantly, feeling embarrassed by the situation. He tried to leave the room, but Aniyah blocked his way, reinforcing her authority. "Let's see the damage, that's an order," said Aniyah, with a tone of superiority. Parker, in a mixture of resistance and embarrassment, retorted: "I don't have to show you." Aniyah laughed, reveling in her position of power. "My forgetful little brother, remember? You lost the bet, now you do whatever I want." Parker bit his lips, feeling helpless in the situation. He knew he had no choice but to give in to Aniyah's desire. With a resigned sigh, he allowed Aniyah to come closer. She bent down and pulled up her pajama pants, revealing her wet Goodnites. "Very good, little boy," said Aniyah, with a childish tone in her voice. Before adjusting her pants, she made a playful gesture, as if she were two years old. Parker felt extremely uncomfortable with the situation. He wondered how far Aniyah would go in her new position of power. However, he knew that he was obliged to obey her commands, as per the agreement. With the Goodnites duly replaced and his pants pulled up, Aniyah finished: "Little boy, you're just wet." Want Parker felt a mixture of shame and frustration. He knew he would have to face more challenges and humiliations as long as he wasat Aniyah's mercy. Author note Hi, this is Lola I've had a hard time with my story about Abigail and her stepmother I lost her with more than 30k on Wattpad and I'm going to have to respond and I got discouraged it was hard here it's business as usual but I've created a way to support myself Subscribe Star and Kofi https://subscribestar.adult/lola-bunny https://ko-fi.com/lolabunny2rabbit

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This will be my first story in this setting, so bear with me. It will be much lighter in fare than most Diaper Dimension stories I've read--no humiliation, no abuse, no sexual stuff or BDSM--and is mostly going to involve fluff. I'm using the adoption form made by @Alex Bridges in this story (check it out at the end of this chapter), and I'm also taking some inspiration from @Personalias and their Diaper Dimension stories for some elements. I hope you all enjoy! -------------------- I sat in the playpen, fiddling with various baby toys and floating in and out of my headspace. I'd always felt "little", even on Earth, and always felt embarrassed by it; after all, a 30-something man who occasionally wears diapers and baby clothes for some strange emotional need to regress would definitely sound weird to most people. Now, though, I was in a world where none of that mattered anymore. I'd heard about the Amazons and their adoption centers, ferrying humans (or as they call us, "littles") to their world, but hadn't had the courage to actually go through with it until after my 35th birthday. It was a rather bland affair, and difficult to enjoy considering the difficulties of life at the time; all it ended up doing was reminding me of my own fragile mortality. I'd never been in anything resembling a romantic relationship in my life. I couldn't drive. I hadn't even lived on my own or had a stable job. My life basically stopped moving forward shortly after graduating High School, and on that birthday it struck me just how long it had been stuck. That night, after a great deal of thought, I left the house on the pretext of heading for a party, leaving a note behind... and never looking back. It was strange just how quickly the process moved; I entered the building, filled out a form, submitted it, walked through a machine that did a full-body medical scan, and then through a portal. Before I knew it, I was on the other side, and physically 8 years old (but with a lisp fitting a toddler). Not long after, I was dressed in diapers and a baby blue t-shirt and placed into a playpen filled with baby toys and other littles like me. All of us still had our adult minds; though there were definitely elements in Amazon society that would demand we be brain-blasted by a marathon session of full-strength hypnotic cartoons immediately, this adoption center was not such a place. The option to be mentally regressed was there--they even had toys that would give a non-permanent hypnotic effect for those who wanted to temporarily forget their adult cares--but no one was going to be brainwashed against their will. I was fairly happy about this; much as I liked being little and feeling like a baby, I also liked being able to have an adult mind to return to. I'd indulge in the hypnotic toys every so often; much as a single drink of alcohol won't kill you but constant guzzling of booze will give you eventual liver damage, a small dose of the infantilizing stuff wouldn't melt your brain into mush as long as you didn't overdose. The only complaint I had was the waiting. I was eager to be adopted; my birth parents were nice enough, but the idea of a new family with a completely fresh start was a big deal for me. But day after day, I saw little after little get adopted by loving new Amazon parents, while I remained behind. Finally, about a week after my arrival, some luck arrived. "So here we have our playroom; take a look around!" I looked up from what I was doing to see an employee giving a tour to an Amazon couple; I sighed as they scanned the room, looking past me at some of the other littles present. Once again, ignored... "MOM! Look at that one! He looks like me a bit!" I whipped my head toward the source of the voice to see an Amazonian boy of about 7-8 years pointing at me. The couple--his parents, obviously--turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Honey," the mother said, "didn't you say you wanted to stay in the car?" "I got bored! But look, that one really does look a little like me!" I considered this for a moment or two; there was some slight coincidental resemblance. Brown eyes, fair unfreckled skin, straight black hair in a center part, sharp eyebrows, big-but-not-too-big noses. If not for the size and the lack of glasses, he could have been a photograph of me from that age. At that point, the couple finally seemed to notice me. "Oh! You're right! Martha, he DOES look like Brian!" Martha followed her husband's gaze to me... and if she hadn't held it in I'm pretty sure her squee would have deafened all living things within five miles of her. "EEEEEEEEE! Oh my gods, Ethan, he's sooooo precious! He's like a mini Bri-bri!" Her glee was so much she didn't remotely register the embarrassed blush on her son's face at the nickname. "Hewwo," I lisped, crawling over to them. "I T'aweb." "Caleb here," the adoption center employee said, translating my lisp, "is one of our best-behaved littles. An absolute sweetheart. And his adoption form stated a preference for a family with a sibling, too." This sent Brian into a high level of excitement. "Really?! Mom, Dad, please! I want a baby brother!" Ethan turned to his wife. "Brian seems sold, and so am I. How about you, dear?" "Oh, he's precious for sure. But... the name Caleb isn't my favorite. How does he feel about a new name?" To be honest, I had no problem with it. But that wasn't for me to say--that was for the adults, specifically the employee. "He's indicated no preference there. Feel free." The Amazon family all turned to look me right in the eye; for a brief moment I felt intimidated by the attention... until Martha spoke. "How about Bobby?" Bobby sounded fine to me. I smiled as cutely as I could--I was eager to finally get out of this place and into my new life. Thankfully, this got the point across perfectly. "Heh, Bobby it is! Come to mommy, Bobby!" I couldn't remotely remember a time when a single sentence filled me with so much joy. No, not just the sentence, the WORD around which the sentence was constructed. "Mommy". With no regrets and no fear, I crawled towards the arms that stretched into the playpen and allowed them to pick me up, eager to start my new life.

Chapter 1: Mommy's Brat It was late Tuesday night and Nathan was waiting patiently for Mommy to come put him to bed. Nathan was a little and usually regressed anywhere from 2-5, mostly on the lower side of that scale. He was 27 years old about 5'7ft, he is clean shaven with big beautiful brown eyes and short brown hair. His body type was more on the athletic side enough that he could catch a glance from any girl, That was until they noticed his Mommy checking his diaper. Nathan was a little bit of a brat when he wanted Mommy's attention and this time was no different. Behind his light blue paci a devilish grin appeared on his cheeky little face. Sat on the bed in his Lil' Monsters Onesie with his dark blue shortalls over it he gently sucked on his paci when an idea popped into his head. Hopping off of his bed he removed his shortalls and removed the tapes on his soaked diaper. Rolling up his soggy padding he slowly tip toed over to Mommy's dresser. In the dresser he found one of his last remaining pairs of big boy underwear, he was only allowed to wear these on special big boy occasions. Grabbing the pair of Pikachu boxers he set them on the bed so he could clean himself up. Not only is he not allowed to wear big boy undies with out permission , he is also not allowed to remove his diaper on his own. After wiping himself clean he began to slide the boxers on. Once he had them on he replaced his cute shortalls and strapped them up. Placing the diaper in the trash he returned to the bed playfully kicking his feet and sucking on his paci. Lexi shut off the shower her slender long legs stepping out, she began drying herself. Wrapping the towel around her petite body. Reaching for a hair brush she started working on her hair, she ran the brush through her long wavy brown hair taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She admired her perky A cup breasts, turning to the side a little to look at her toned bottom. Once she was nice and dry she bent down and slowly slipped on her black bikini style bottoms before sliding on her sexy black robe. Heading down the hall to the bedroom she reached the door and entered their bedroom “Hey Baby! Have you been a good little boy while Mommy was in the bath?” she asked softly. Nathan's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as they always do when he sees Mommy in her robe. “Yes Mommy!” he said not even trying to hide his cheeky little grin. Lexi walked over to the bed and playfully ruffled Nathan's hair. “Can you lay down for Mommy so she can change you bum before bed sweetie?” she said as she leaned in gently laying her baby back, this caused her robe to open slightly revealing her cleavage slightly. Laying back with Mommy's assistance he let out a little giggle thinking his plan was working, little did he realize Mommy's always know when their little's are up to something cheeky. One look at Nathan and she could tell something was missing under his shortalls. Gently removing the straps she slowly started sliding the shortalls off of him. Once she noticed the waist band of his boxers she looked at him with stern eyes. “My my my little one, what do we have here? You know your not supposed to be wearing these without Mommy's permission. What happened to your diaper Baby Boy?” “Um...um Mommy it disappeared I don't know what happened.” he said with a cheeky giggle “But look Mommy see I'm a big boy, I'm dry and everything see!”. Mommy looked at him sternly again “Oh? So you think your a big boy now? I don't think so little one why don't you let Mommy get you in a nice bedtime diaper?” she said in a stern Mommy tone. Nathan was loving every second of this interaction, little did he know Mommy had other plans . “No! Mommy I'm a big boy and big boys don't need diapers.” Nathan replied with sass. Lexi knew exactly what Nathan was up to, this was something he did when ever he felt deprived of attention so she already had a plan in mind. “ Oh is that so little one? Do big boys still wet their beds every night?” She asked very Matter of fact tone. “I don't do that Mommy! You just watch I could keep these dry all night cause that's what big boys do! Besides Mommy your the silly baby who still wears diapers.”. Lexi let out a soft chuckle and shook her head “Oh you silly baby your so confident so why don't you make a little bet with Mommy?”. The cheeky grin now bigger than ever on Nathan's face “Okay Mommy your on!” he replied. Patting Nathan's head she laughed again. “There is no taking that back little boy so be sure your listening to Mommy. You will wear your big boy undies to bed tonight since your such a big boy and since you say Mommy is such a baby you can diaper me tonight. However when you wake up wet in the morning and Mommy wakes up dry you will do exactly what Mommy says all day tomorrow. Now on the off chance you do wake up dry and Mommy wakes up wet it will be Mommy who has to listen all day. Do I make myself clear?”. Nathan's face was bright red he had got away with it or so he thought “Yes Mommy!” He said showing off his cheeky grin.

The year is 2031 in the cold cold lands of Hokkaido Japan. Its been 7 years since World War IV ended and with technology constantly advancing, whether due to life conveniences or due to fear of more war, that leaves many people with many new ways to make a living. Down in the back alleys of Sapporo's undercity. A young 18 year old by the name of Wakai Tsukiõji is in his little "office" working on black market cybernetics for those who either can't afford mainline cybernetics or want some illegal grade stuff put on for a high price. His golden brown skin covered in sweat showing his body isn't entirely cybernetic and his long black hair currently in a pony tail. He does have cybernetic arms which help him with precision during his work and his cybernetic brain has a special implant for....personal use. As he works he tries to keep his mind off of the saggy diaper drooping bellow his skirt and that would match his lab coat if it wasrt so yellow. He is trying to get this job done so he can get home and relax in a certain someone's arms.

Aizawa Shouta had been tired the day he filled out the “Daycare” forms for his class. There was a new section of UA opening up that the principal was surprisingly tight-lipped about, only mentioning that it could serve as a reward, relaxation, or punishment depending on the student signed up. This “Daycare” center sounded like a pipe dream, almost; why would any of the students here want to relive their babyhood? He wasn’t going to judge, but he still didn’t really understand. Maybe he was too old for this job already, but he decided while perusing the recommendations that he’d help out. Perhaps he could understand this Daycare thing better if he were one of the staff. With a sigh, he got to work filling out what he assumed were the forms for a staff member. He listed his age, name, gender, and quirk(all basic stuff), then saw an “age range” and figured it was the ages he’d be willing to take care of. He listed “1-2 years or younger” and then filled out other parts. It asked him about..diaper types, for some reason. Did he have to say which he’d prefer using on the students? Aizawa circled “extra thick” and then checked off the “locking panties required” option as well; just in case he got stuck with someone like, say, Bakugou. Then he found a few more options, asking if he’d be willing to pick from other baby rules. He did so with relative ease(“no talking fully coherently”, “no removing your diapers unless an adult is changing you”, “must allow frequent diaper-checks”, and lastly-to him, most importantly-“must be locked securely into double or triple diapers at night to prevent leaking from accidents”). After he was done, he wrote down his name again at the bottom and went to the aforementioned Daycare, handing over the form. Little did he know that those options weren’t for whomever he’d be taking care of; they were for a prospective baby to fill out all on their own, and he was more than likely going to find that out the hard way.

Aizawa Shouta had been relaxing in his usual spot, curled up in the sleeping bag near his desk, when he felt his bladder twinge. Grunting tiredly, he rolled onto his side and tried ignoring it, which turned out to be a mistake. Much to his dismay, he felt like he was about to pee right then and there! This wouldn’t normally be so bad-he could usually just get out of the sleeping bag and use the toilet, no problem-but today the zipper was stuck. Trapped, he had no other option but to try holding it, which ultimately failed. Warm wetness spread through the bag and onto the floor. A puddle formed directly underneath him, and he felt disgusting, his piss-drenched clothing pressing against his body. Finally, he could open the bag, but he was absolutely soaked. He stood up, wincing when he heard his clothing squish into his body, wet and hot. It was so gross. Aizawa could only hope that nobody would notice his drenched shirt and pants, or the telltale puddle under his bag as he peeled himself from the floor, dripping.

Aizawa Shouta was being lazy; he’d been fired from his latest job and since then was just lying around his house. His wife was nagging him about having a baby and complaining, asking if he lost his job. Typical woman. He simply tuned her out each time the baby conversation turned up, and never really told her he was fired because...well, all that got her off his back when he shrugged on his coat in the mornings was “I have to go to work”. Most days, he just went to a bar and got drunk. Sometimes he fucked a girl or two, maybe even let them top him depending on his mood. He was usually pretty sloppy anyway, getting stains on his ties and shirt collars, but he always managed to hide the evidence that he was cheating on his wife. Until today. He came inside reeking of alcohol and sex, tie missing, shirt collar undone to reveal that his neck was covered in purple hickeys, his stubble-covered face flushed and black hair hanging loose around his shoulders. His pants had an unusual sort of dark stain on the front, and he made no effort to hide it, too tired to care.

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Taken from the sexually-charged ABDL Ebook: The BabySitter Crush, here is a little story about teasing. In fact, it is the greatest tease of all … for him. (Note: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story.) --------------- The Greatest Tease of All - Shutting the shower water off and stepping out of the tub, he reached for the towel and began to dry himself off, looking in the foggy bathroom mirror and still wrapping his head around everything he was thinking about. Putting the towel on the towel bar to dry, he turned back around to realize that he didn’t have any clothing to put on. Seeing the sweaty t-shirt and semi-wet diaper, he contemplated putting them back on. But instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist, intending to walk across the hallway and over into the guest bedroom. Krissy had certainly put his bag of clothing in there. He would simply apologize and excuse himself into the guest bedroom, if she saw him in the towel. Opening the bathroom door and walking out into the hallway, he turned to walk into the guest bedroom. “Joey, come here,” Krissy said from the upstairs living room. Joey turned around and saw her sitting on the living room floor, summoning him with her right pointer finger to walk over to her. And when he did walk over to her, his knees almost gave way at what he saw. “Come all the way over here, Joey,” Krissy said with sweetness in her voice, tapping a spot directly in front of her on the living rug room. Joe took slow steps towards her, his heart pounding so heavily that it made him a bit dizzy from the rush of blood suddenly coursing throughout his body. And though she had pushed the coffee table back to get it out of the way, his eyes remained locked on what he saw sitting on that coffee table … several items, to be exact about it. “It’s okay, Joey. Just be a good boy and listen to K’issy,” she said with a sweet whisper, not wanting any sounds to be too loud as she set the mood for him. “That’s a good boy. That’s my good little Joey.” Her voice sounded so inviting that he couldn’t help but feel relaxed, like he was following a siren’s sweet song. Having made it over to her, he now stood in front of her, Krissy getting up on her knees. And though she was in the lower position, she had all the power - his mind and his very being wrapped around her pinkie finger. She knew it and so did he. And the mind game was on. “Keep being a good boy for me,” Krissy said, reaching up to his front and undoing the fold of the towel wrapped around his waist. Peeling back the towel, she sucked in her lips to hide her smile. Joe was already partially-stimulated by then. He was becoming even more so by the second and she was in the right mood to give him the greatest tease of all - one that would own him, from that point forward. “Did you wash yourself everywhere?” Krissy teased, taking the towel in her hands and reaching back between his legs - Joe nodding while locking his knees. “And did you dry yourself everywhere?” “Yes,” Joe managed to get out with a shaky voice. “Let me check,” Krissy said with an almost song-like quality to her voice as she reached up behind him and drew the towel down between his bottom cheeks, then drying his underside before moving to his front. “Hmm. You missed a few drops, Joey. But it’s okay. You did well.” Using the towel, she cupped his endowment with her hands, gently drying all of its length and accessories. Tightening the muscles in his legs, he tried to keep his balance, but was swooning for obvious reason. And when she was done drying him, he was much more engaged. “There. Much better. Now K’issy has your full attention,” she said with syrupy-thick sweetness while tapping the rug again. “Lay down.” Bending his knees slowly, he laid down on the rug - moving with an unhurried pace as to not topple down from overwhelm. It was strange that he felt confusion, perhaps even trepidation about doing this. But then again, there was a learning process in getting from the fantasies just being in his mind to the fantasies now actually happening. “It’s okay, Joey. K’issy is right here for you,” she said with whispered sweetness as she ran her left hand up and down his torso. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just relax yourself.” But how could he relax? The Empire State building would have been jealous of him, just then. And did he even want to relax? This was the fantasy he always wanted! And it was happening with K’issy! She put her right hand behind his knees and her left hand on the front of his ankles, bending his legs and lifting them up. He was putty in her fingertips. She could have twisted his legs into a pretzel and he wouldn’t have complained. Inundation had mellowed into a numbing acceptance in his mind. But there was more to come, no pun intended. “Someone did a wonderful job of painting,” Krissy said, reaching for the diaper on the coffee table and picking it up. “And someone made me very happy. K’issy isn’t every gonna forget that.” Still with his legs in the air and his arms resting limply at his sides, he saw the tears in her eyes - a deep-rooted reaction about her losses finally rising to the surfaces of her emotions. Unfolding the diaper, she smiled down at him through her those tears. Placing the diaper flat on the rug and sliding it up underneath him, she lifted his bottom ever-so-slightly. Running her left hand across both of his smooth bottom cheeks, she smiled warmly at him. And he gushed. Oh, did he gush. Years ago, a diaper change from her was to the point and for practical purposes. Now, she was taking her time with it. Now it meant something to her. And he was learning the reason why. But he couldn’t put to words what it meant to him. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Then, she reached for the little container of baby powder - sitting on the coffee table. She had raided his bag of clothing while he was in the shower, having found his travel stash of baby stuff. What else had she taken from his bag? What else was going to happen to him this week? His reaction to all of this was becoming even more obvious. But Krissy was now paying no attention to it, another bit of teasing that would keep unraveling him - softening his outer shell, but not his hormones. With his legs-n-bottom raised in the air, and while being completely naked in front of her, Joe felt more than just a little vulnerable. And he would have had it no other way. But it was when she poured a liberal amount of the baby powder into her left palm, with that sweet scent permeating the air around him, that Joe finally began to dip into regression. Though with a resemblance of wits about him, it was obvious his mind was beginning to slowly spin inside his head. And Krissy nurtured this forward. “Good boy,” she said with a super-breathy whisper as her left palm touched his bottom cheeks, caressing the powder across evenly. “What a good little boy you’re being for me, Joey.” The sweet scent, along with the silky and cool feeling of the powder as well as the sound of her maternal voice coupled together with the tingling sensation he felt all over his body, the stiffness he couldn’t avoid having and the ever-increasing mindset of regression. He was a time bomb in a great many ways, just then. Oh, her gentle, gentle hand felt so good and she was being so nice to him - so very, very nice. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then quickly re-opening them when the dizziness became too much. He gasped from the Heavenly sensations she was placing on his bottom and then exhaled with a small bit of timbred-elation. Then his eyes rolled up in his head as he started all over again. Krissy watched his all-encompassing displays of pleasured happiness, keeping her pace very slow and getting herself into no hurry at all. She had a sense of pride and purpose in giving him such wonderful care he would let his guard down and submit to her. She would gladly do that for him, after what he had already done for her. “There ya go,” she whispered sweetly, bring his freshly-powdered bottom down into the softened nestle of the back of the diaper. It was one of his thicker diapers, the all-white kind he would wear to bed at night or if he knew he wouldn’t be able to change himself for a while. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again, his exhale being cut off, however, by the entrance of his pacifier into his mouth. Oh, my. Krissy was good at this. She was very good indeed. Lowering his legs back to the rug and parting his thighs widely, she finally looked down between his legs, taking notice to his stimulation. “Aww,” she cooed lovingly, picking up the baby bottle and gently sprinkling powder on his front - from hip to hip. “Does someone have a little stiffy? It’s just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.” The sweetness of her tone, along with the meaning of her words, turned him to mush but kept his stiffness at attention. And the more rigid he became, the cuter she gushed at his endowment - speaking of it as if it was very tiny. It was an emotional drug he became addicted to. As she trailed the sprinkles of baby powder further down his front, Joe did all he could to keep from fidgeting. However, each moment was becoming so intense for him that he finally had to turn his head to the side to find a visual distraction. But the front of the sofa was boring to look at. So, he looked up at the ceiling above, nursing on his pacifier and trying not to become overwhelmed with this glorious experience, the culmination of every dream he had ever had. She trickled the baby powder closer and closer to his Eiffel tower condition. But it was like Chinese water torture, waiting for it to finally reach that one place on his body that might make him skyrocket. Until then, he would be happily swept away in a dream-like state, becoming saturated with a fantasy sudden gone real. As the trickles of powder reached his sensitive area, he tightened his center in preparation for it. The silky coolness coated his endowment and everything else. Sinking his teeth into the silicone nipple of his pacifier, he lifted his head - gazing up at Krissy with helplessness in his eyes that would have made a puppy dog jealous. His long-ago babysitter had become the present of such, again. And, once more, Joe had a crush on her - except this time, for much different reasons. “Shh, shh, shh. Shhh,” Krissy lovingly shushed him, her hands cupping everything between his legs as she caressed the powder out with her thumbs - Joe putting his head back down and closing his eyes before they rolled up into his brain. “That’s a good boy.” Oh, my. Her voice rang in his ears like the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life. And her hands knew exactly where to touch him, how to touch him and how long to stay on his most sensitive spots - then moving to another spot before his stiffness gave way to eruption. It was the edge of ecstasy, Joe most willingly teetering on it. Watching him lose all sense of composure, Krissy picked up the container of baby powder again and clenched his rock-hard shaft while sprinkling more powder on it. He gasped so deeply that his rib cage expanded, pinning his shoulders to the rug as she caressed the powder down his length. She was a Goddess, a golden gem sent to him from the fates years ago so he could arrive at this very moment with her. It was as plain and as simply explained as that. “It’s soooo cute, Joey,” she said with sweet whispered tease, coating him with more and more powder and then placing his shaft to point upward - Joe beginning to drool from the corners of his mouth, despite the fact that he had a pacifier between his lips. “And if you keep being such a good boy, there’s no telling what this week will hold for you,” she said, drawing the front of his diaper up. He was gone, complete regressed at that point and happily lost in a state of mind he had dreamed about but had never been in before. If he hadn’t been so regressed, he might well have thrown a tantrum-leveled fit just then. Any guy would have, if in that position - aroused to new heights and then denied the gratification. But Joe? He was her captive and would abide as such with no complaints. It all felt good to him. Allowing the elastic gathers of the diaper to stretch tightly against the soft skin at the tops of his inner thighs, Krissy took one last look at his stiffness for now before waving goodbye to it. “Bye bye for now, cute little fella,” Krissy cooed as she brought the front of his diaper up and into place - Joe fighting shiny object syndrome as the intensity of the moment demanded a distraction. Though fastening the tapes tightly at his hips, she allowed a little slack to the front of his diaper - giving his endowment some room and some consideration. He never would have thought to ask for that. Sliding her forearms behind his back, she sat him up and embraced him, her weakened little boy - her putty to play with. “It’s okay, Joey,” Krissy whispered to him, rocking him back-n-forth in her arms - his face buried in her cleavage as he hugged her in return. “It’s okay to release … but just a little for now. Okay?” And that he did, his reward for having been good through the greatest tease of all. The Mommy Grats: The BabySitter Crush

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