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If you have any requests/ideas for a story, DM me and I'll take a look! I love hearing what people want, it helps inspire me a lot. I'm not working at the moment so I have a lot of time to write fun stuff story: Jake nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he sat on the edge of Sarah's bed. They'd been dating for six months now, and things had been going great. But tonight, Sarah had hinted at wanting to share something important with him. He couldn't help but wonder what it could be. Sarah waltzed into the room, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey there, big boy," she purred, plopping down next to him on the bed. "Ready for a little surprise?" Jake gulped, his adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Uh, sure, babe. What's up?" Sarah's grin widened as she reached under the bed and pulled out a pink, frilly diaper. Jake's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "W-what's that?" he stammered, though he knew damn well what it was. Sarah giggled, her voice dripping with honey. "Oh, sweetie. This is mommy's little secret. And now, it's going to be yours too." Jake's face flushed crimson. "Sarah, I don't... I mean, I've never..." "Shh, shh," Sarah cooed, pressing a finger to his lips. "Mommy knows best. And Mommy thinks her little boy needs some special attention." Before Jake could protest further, Sarah had pushed him onto his back and was already unbuckling his belt. "Now, be a good little baby and let Mommy take care of everything." Jake's mind was reeling. This couldn't be happening. He was a grown man, for crying out loud! But as Sarah expertly removed his pants and underwear, he found himself paralyzed, unable to resist. "Oh, look at that tiny little peepee," Sarah cooed, giving Jake's member a playful flick. "No wonder you need diapers, you silly little thing." Jake's face burned with humiliation. He wanted to object, to assert his manhood, but the words caught in his throat. Sarah wasted no time in powdering his nether regions, the babyish scent filling the air. "There we go, all nice and fresh for Mommy's little stinker." With practiced ease, Sarah slid the pink diaper under Jake's bottom and fastened it snugly around his waist. The thick padding forced his legs apart, making him feel utterly vulnerable and exposed. "Perfect!" Sarah exclaimed, giving the front of the diaper a pat. "Now you're Mommy's little princess!" Jake's head was spinning. How had this happened? How had he gone from a regular guy to... this? But as he looked up at Sarah's beaming face, he couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. "That's my good little baby," Sarah cooed, running her fingers through Jake's hair. "Mommy's going to take such good care of you. You'll see, you'll love being my little diaper boy." And so began Jake's journey into the world of ABDL, a world he never knew existed but was about to become intimately familiar with. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of Sarah's plans for her new little sissy... Jake lay there, the thick diaper crinkling loudly with every slight movement. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as Sarah cooed and fussed over him. "Aww, look at my little princess," she giggled, pinching his cheek. "So adorable in your pretty pink diaper!" Jake squirmed uncomfortably. "Sarah, I don't know about this..." "Ah ah ah," Sarah tutted, wagging her finger. "That's not how good little babies talk. From now on, you'll call me Mommy. And you? You're my sweet little Jakey-poo." Jake's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "But-" Sarah silenced him with a pacifier, shoving it unceremoniously into his mouth. "No buts, baby. Mommy knows best." She then proceeded to dress Jake in a frilly pink onesie, complete with ruffles and bows. Jake wanted to die of shame as Sarah snapped pictures on her phone. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun together, my little sissy baby," Sarah cooed, scrolling through the photos. "Just wait until we start potty training you!" Jake's eyes widened in horror. Potty training? But before he could spit out the pacifier to protest, Sarah was already leading him to a corner of the room where a large, pink playpen stood. "Time for baby's beddy-bye," Sarah sang, lowering the side of the playpen. "In you go, princess!" Jake hesitated, but Sarah's firm hand on his back left no room for argument. He crawled into the playpen, the diaper between his legs forcing him to waddle awkwardly. Sarah raised the side of the playpen, effectively trapping Jake inside. She then reached over and attached a baby monitor to the side. "Now Mommy can hear every little peep you make, sweetie. And remember, good babies use their diapers!" With that, Sarah blew him a kiss and left the room, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts and the persistent crinkle of his diaper. As he lay there, sucking unconsciously on the pacifier, Jake's mind raced. How had he ended up here? More importantly, why wasn't he more upset about it? Sure, he felt embarrassed and humiliated, but there was also a strange sense of... comfort? Security? Jake shook his head, trying to clear these confusing thoughts. But as the night wore on and sleep began to claim him, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a very strange and possibly wonderful journey. Jake awoke to the sound of Sarah's voice cooing through the baby monitor. "Wakey wakey, my little princess! Time for Mommy to change your wet diapee!" Jake's eyes flew open in horror. Wet diaper? Surely she didn't mean... But as he shifted, he felt the unmistakable squish of a soaked diaper. He had wet himself in his sleep! Before he could process this mortifying realization, Sarah was there, lowering the side of the playpen. "Oh, look at my soggy little baby! Did you have sweet dreams, Jakey-poo?" Jake wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. But Sarah was already lifting him out of the playpen, her strength surprising him as she laid him on a changing mat she'd set up on the floor. "My, my," Sarah tsked as she unsnapped the onesie. "Someone's a heavy wetter! We might need to double up on those diapers, you leaky little thing." Jake's face burned as Sarah expertly removed the soaked diaper, wiping him clean with baby wipes. The cold air on his exposed genitals made him shiver, but not as much as Sarah's next words. "Oh dear, looks like someone's little peepee is excited," Sarah giggled, giving his semi-erect member a playful flick. "Does baby like being changed by Mommy?" Jake wanted to die of shame. This couldn't be happening. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to Sarah's touch despite his embarrassment. Sarah just laughed, sprinkling baby powder liberally over his groin and bottom. "Don't worry, sweetie. It's perfectly natural for little babies to get excited during changes. We'll take care of that later, after you've earned it by being a good little sissy." With that, she fastened a fresh diaper around his waist, this one even thicker than the last. Jake could barely close his legs, forced to maintain a babyish waddle. "There we go, all clean and dry!" Sarah exclaimed, helping Jake to his feet. "Now, let's get some breakfast in that tummy. I hope you're ready for your first day as Mommy's full-time baby girl!" As Sarah led him to the kitchen, Jake's mind reeled. Full-time baby girl? What had he gotten himself into? And why, despite all the humiliation and embarrassment, did a part of him feel excited about what was to come? Little did Jake know, Sarah had a full day of infantile adventures planned for her new little sissy... Jake waddled awkwardly into the kitchen, the thick diaper between his legs forcing his steps into a bow-legged gait. Sarah beamed at him, patting a high chair that definitely hadn't been there yesterday. "Up you go, princess!" she chirped, lifting Jake with surprising strength and depositing him into the chair. She fastened the tray in place, effectively trapping him. "Now, what shall we feed our hungry little baby?" Sarah mused, tapping her chin theatrically. "Oh, I know!" She produced a jar of mashed peas and a plastic spoon with a flourish. Jake's stomach turned at the sight. "Open wide for the choo-choo train!" Sarah cooed, making exaggerated train noises as she brought the spoon to Jake's lips. Jake clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head. "Sarah, please, I can feed mys-" His protest was cut short as Sarah shoved the spoon into his open mouth. The mushy peas coated his tongue, and he gagged reflexively. "Now, now," Sarah tutted, wiping his chin with a bib he hadn't even realized she'd put on him. "Good babies eat all their num-nums. And what did I say about calling me Sarah?" Jake swallowed hard, his cheeks burning. "...Mommy," he mumbled. "That's right, sweetie!" Sarah praised, already coming at him with another spoonful. "Now, let's get that tummy nice and full!" The feeding continued, Jake's face soon smeared with various pureed vegetables and fruits. He felt utterly helpless and infantilized, unable to even feed himself. "All done!" Sarah announced, wiping Jake's face with the bib. "Now, it's time for baby's morning walk!" Jake's eyes widened in horror. "Walk? Outside? But I'm in a diaper!" Sarah just laughed. "Of course, silly! How else will everyone see what an adorable baby girl you are?" Before Jake could protest further, Sarah had him out of the high chair and was leading him to the front door. She produced a pink leash and collar, fastening it around Jake's neck. "Can't have my little princess wandering off, can we?" she cooed, clipping the leash to the collar. Jake's face burned with humiliation as Sarah opened the door. The morning sun seemed to spotlight his ridiculous outfit – the frilly onesie, the bulging diaper visible underneath, the collar and leash. He wanted to sink into the ground. "Come on, baby! Walkies time!" Sarah chirped, tugging gently on the leash. Jake waddled after her, hyperaware of every crinkle and rustle from his diaper. As they stepped onto the sidewalk, he prayed fervently that they wouldn't encounter anyone. But of course, fate had other plans. Mrs. Johnson, their elderly neighbor, was out watering her flowers. "Oh, Sarah dear!" Mrs. Johnson called out. "And who's this little cutie?" Sarah beamed, pulling Jake closer. "This is my baby girl, Jakey-poo! Say hi to Mrs. Johnson, sweetie!" Jake wanted to die on the spot. He mumbled something unintelligible, his face burning hotter than the sun. Mrs. Johnson cooed and fussed over him, pinching his cheek and commenting on how adorable he looked. Jake stood there, mortified, as the two women discussed his "cute little outfit" and "adorable diapered bottom". As they continued their walk, Jake's humiliation only grew. Every passing car, every person on the street, seemed to stare at him. Sarah, oblivious to his discomfort, chatted happily about all the "fun baby things" they were going to do. By the time they returned home, Jake was a mess of conflicting emotions. The humiliation was overwhelming, but there was also a strange sense of excitement, a thrill he couldn't quite explain. As Sarah unclipped his leash and praised him for being "such a good baby girl on her walkies", Jake realized with a mix of horror and anticipation that this was just the beginning of his new life as Sarah's little sissy baby... Back inside, Sarah led Jake to the living room, which had been transformed into a pastel-colored nursery overnight. A large playmat dominated the center, surrounded by stuffed animals and baby toys. "Time for baby to play!" Sarah announced, plopping Jake down onto the mat. She handed him a rattle and a stuffed unicorn. "Now, you be a good little girl and play with your toys while Mommy watches some grown-up TV." Jake sat there, feeling utterly ridiculous as he halfheartedly shook the rattle. Sarah sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels and occasionally glancing over to make sure he was "playing nicely". After what felt like an eternity of mindless rattling and cuddling with the unicorn, he felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to hold it in. "What's wrong, princess?" Sarah asked, noticing his discomfort. "Does baby need to make pee-pee?" Jake's face flushed crimson. "N-no, I'm fine," he stammered. Sarah's eyes narrowed. "Now, now. Remember what Mommy said about using your diaper? Good babies don't hold it in." Jake squirmed more intensely, torn between his desperation and his last shred of dignity. But as Sarah continued to stare him down, he realized he had no choice. With a defeated whimper, he relaxed his muscles and felt the warm wetness spread through his diaper. "That's my good little girl!" Sarah cooed, clapping her hands. "Let's get you all changed and clean!" As Sarah laid him down for a diaper change, Jake couldn't help but notice a stirring in his loins. The warm, wet feeling, combined with Sarah's gentle touches as she cleaned him, was having an unexpected effect. Sarah noticed too. "Oh my, is my little princess getting excited again?" she teased, giving his growing erection a playful tap. "Naughty, naughty!" Jake squirmed, equal parts aroused and mortified. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Ah ah ah," Sarah interrupted, her voice suddenly stern. "Naughty babies who get overexcited need to be punished." Before Jake could process what was happening, Sarah had him over her knee. His bare bottom exposed, he yelped as her hand came down in a sharp spank. "This is for your own good, princess," Sarah said, punctuating each word with another spank. "You need to learn to control your little peepee!" Jake whimpered and squirmed, his bottom stinging from the spanking. But to his horror and confusion, he found himself becoming even more aroused. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally stopped. She rubbed his reddened cheeks soothingly. "There, there. Mommy hopes you've learned your lesson." She then proceeded to diaper him again, this time in an even frillier, more feminine diaper. "This special diaper will help remind you to be a good girl," she explained, patting the front of it. As Jake stood up, waddling even more pronounced in the extra-thick diaper, he felt a whirlwind of emotions. Humiliation, arousal, confusion, and a strange sense of security all swirled together in his mind. Sarah smiled sweetly, as if she hadn't just spanked him moments ago. "Now, how about we practice your baby talk, sweetie? Mommy wants to hear those adorable coos and gurgles!" And so, Jake found himself sitting on the playmat once again, this time trying to mimic the baby noises Sarah was making. As he let out a particularly convincing "goo-goo", he wondered how much further down this rabbit hole he was going to go – and why a part of him was excited to find out... After an hour of practicing baby talk, Jake's throat was sore and his dignity was in tatters. Sarah had recorded his "cutest" noises on her phone, threatening to use them as his new ringtone. "Oh, look at the time!" Sarah exclaimed, glancing at her watch. "It's nap time for my little princess!" Jake's eyes widened. "But I'm not tired," he protested weakly. Sarah's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you talking back to Mommy? Do you need another spanking?" Jake quickly shook his head, his bottom still stinging from earlier. "No, Mommy," he mumbled, cheeks burning. "That's what I thought," Sarah smirked. She scooped him up, carrying him to the bedroom where the playpen awaited. As she lowered him into the playpen, Jake noticed something new – a mobile hanging above, adorned with pink pacifiers and glittery stars. Sarah wound it up, and a soft lullaby began to play. "Now, be a good baby and take your nap," Sarah cooed, tucking a blanket around him. "Mommy has some calls to make, but I'll be listening on the baby monitor. No fussing!" With that, she left the room, leaving Jake alone in the infantile prison. He lay there, staring up at the slowly rotating mobile, listening to the tinkling lullaby. Despite his protests, he found his eyelids growing heavy. As he drifted off to sleep, strange dreams began to fill his mind. He saw himself, even more infantilized than he was now – crawling around in a diaper, sucking on a pacifier, babbling nonsense. But in the dream, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. He felt... happy. Safe. Loved. Jake woke with a start, confused and disoriented. The room was darker now – how long had he been asleep? And why was he sucking his thumb? He quickly pulled his thumb from his mouth, wiping it on the blanket. But as he became more aware, he realized with horror that his diaper was wet again. And not just wet – he had clearly done more than just pee this time. Panic set in. He had to change himself before Sarah found out. But as he tried to stand up, he realized the playpen was too tall for him to climb out of. "Mommy?" he called out hesitantly, hating himself for using that word but knowing he had no choice. "Mommy, I need help!" Sarah appeared in the doorway moments later, a knowing smile on her face. "Did my little stinker make a messy in her diaper?" she cooed, lowering the side of the playpen. Jake's face burned with shame as Sarah lifted him onto the changing mat. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, unable to meet her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, don't apologize!" Sarah said, already unfastening his soiled diaper. "This is what babies do. Mommy's so proud of you for using your diaper like a good girl!" As Sarah cleaned him up, Jake's mind raced. Why wasn't he more upset about this? Why did Sarah's praise make him feel... good? And why, despite the mess and the smell, was he getting aroused again? Sarah noticed his growing excitement and tsked. "My, my. Someone's a naughty baby today. But don't worry, Mommy knows just how to handle this." Before Jake could react, Sarah had wrapped her hand around his erection. "Now, let's take care of baby's little problem, shall we?" Jake gasped as Sarah began to stroke him, her movements expert and purposeful. "That's it, princess," she cooed. "Let Mommy make you feel all better." Despite his embarrassment, Jake found himself thrusting into Sarah's hand, chasing the pleasure she was giving him. It didn't take long before he was on the edge. "M-Mommy," he whimpered, close to climax. "I'm gonna-" "That's it, baby," Sarah encouraged. "Make a messy for Mommy. Show me what a good little girl you are!" With a strangled cry, Jake came, his release spilling over Sarah's hand and his own stomach. As the waves of pleasure subsided, a new feeling washed over him – a deep, contented submission. Sarah cleaned him up with a wipe, smiling proudly. "Such a good baby for Mommy," she praised, fastening a fresh diaper around his waist. "Now, let's get you dressed. Mommy has a special surprise for her little princess!" As Sarah helped him into a frilly pink dress, complete with petticoats and a matching bonnet, Jake realized that something fundamental had shifted. He was no longer just playing along to please Sarah. A part of him – a growing part – was starting to embrace this new role. And as Sarah led him out of the bedroom, promising an "extra special playtime", Jake found himself looking forward to whatever humiliating, infantilizing experience was coming next... Sarah led Jake into the dining room, where a small table had been set up with a pink plastic tea set. Surrounding the table were several large stuffed animals propped up in chairs. "It's tea party time!" Sarah announced gleefully, guiding Jake to an empty chair. "And you, my little princess, are the guest of honor!" Jake squirmed in his seat, the frilly dress rustling against the thick diaper underneath. He felt utterly ridiculous, surrounded by stuffed animals and dainty teacups. "Now, let's introduce you to your new friends," Sarah said, gesturing to the stuffed animals. "This is Mr. Fluffles, Miss Whiskers, and Sir Hoppalot. Say hello, baby!" Jake's face burned as Sarah looked at him expectantly. "H-hello," he mumbled, feeling foolish. Sarah frowned. "That's not how a proper little lady greets her tea party guests! Let's try again, with more enthusiasm!" Swallowing his pride, Jake forced a high-pitched voice. "Hello, Mr. Fluffles! Hello, Miss Whiskers! Hello, Sir Hoppalot!" he chirped, wanting to sink into the floor. "Much better!" Sarah clapped her hands in delight. "Now, let's pour some tea for our guests." She handed Jake a small plastic teapot, which he realized was actually filled with some kind of liquid. As he awkwardly poured 'tea' into the tiny cups, Sarah supervised closely. "Careful now, we don't want any spills," she warned. "Messy babies who can't pour properly might need to wear special mittens to protect their clumsy hands!" Jake gulped, trying his best to pour without incident. The last thing he wanted was to be further incapacitated. Once all the cups were filled, Sarah instructed Jake on proper tea party etiquette. He had to lift his pinky while sipping, engage in small talk with the stuffed animals, and even pretend to eat invisible cookies. As the charade continued, Jake felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to hold it in. Sarah noticed immediately. "Does my little princess need to tinkle?" she asked sweetly. Jake nodded, blushing furiously. "Can I use the bathroom?" he asked hopefully. Sarah's eyes narrowed. "Now, now. What did we say about big girl potties? Babies use their diapers, remember?" Jake whimpered, crossing his legs under the table. "Please, Sarah- I mean, Mommy. I don't want to-" "Ah ah ah," Sarah interrupted, wagging her finger. "Good babies do as they're told. Now, relax and let it go, or Mommy will have to help you." Realizing he had no choice, Jake closed his eyes and tried to relax. After a moment of resistance, he felt the warm wetness spreading through his diaper. To his horror, he let out an involuntary sigh of relief. Sarah beamed. "That's my good little girl! Doesn't it feel nice to use your diapee like a proper baby?" Jake wanted to protest, to assert that no, it didn't feel nice at all. But a traitorous part of him had to admit that the warm, wet feeling was oddly... comforting. "Now, let's finish our tea party, and then Mommy will change her soggy little princess," Sarah said, as if Jake hadn't just wet himself at the table. The tea party continued, with Jake acutely aware of the wet diaper squishing beneath him every time he moved. Sarah made him 'converse' with each stuffed animal, critiquing his lady-like manners and baby voice. By the time the torturous tea party ended, Jake was a mess of conflicting emotions. The humiliation was overwhelming, but there was also a strange sense of freedom in letting go of control, in embracing the role Sarah had thrust upon him. As Sarah led him back to the bedroom for a diaper change, Jake found himself wondering what other 'games' she had in store for him. And more disturbingly, he realized he was looking forward to finding out... After the diaper change, Sarah's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Now, my little princess, it's time for dress-up!" Jake's stomach dropped. Wasn't he already dressed up enough in this frilly monstrosity? Sarah led him to a walk-in closet that had definitely not been there before. Jake's jaw dropped as he saw rows upon rows of infantile dresses, onesies, and other embarrassing outfits. "Let's see," Sarah mused, rifling through the clothes. "What should my baby wear for our afternoon playdate?" Jake's eyes widened in horror. "P-playdate?" he stammered. Sarah grinned wickedly. "Oh yes, didn't I mention? Mommy's friend Amber is coming over with her little one. You two can play together while the grown-ups chat!" Jake felt like he might faint. It was bad enough being infantilized in front of Sarah, but a stranger? And another 'little one'? This was too much. "Please," he begged, "I can't do this in front of other people. It's too embarrassing!" Sarah's expression hardened. "Now, now. What did we say about talking back? Besides, Amber and her baby are very understanding. They're part of our special community." Before Jake could protest further, Sarah had selected an outfit. "This will be perfect!" she exclaimed, holding up a baby blue sailor dress with a matching bonnet. Jake wanted to cry as Sarah stripped him of the pink dress and began dressing him in the new outfit. The sailor dress was even shorter, barely covering his diapered bottom. White frilly socks and shiny Mary Jane shoes completed the humiliating ensemble. "Oh, you look absolutely darling!" Sarah cooed, adjusting the bonnet. "Now, let's do something about that hair." To Jake's mortification, Sarah produced a curling iron and began styling his hair into bouncy curls. She then applied a light dusting of makeup – blush, mascara, and even a hint of lip gloss. "There! Now you're the prettiest little girl at the playdate," Sarah declared, turning Jake to face the full-length mirror. Jake gasped at his reflection. He barely recognized himself. The sailor dress, the curls, the makeup – he looked like a life-sized doll. And to his shock and confusion, he felt a stirring of arousal at the sight. Sarah noticed his reaction and smirked. "Does my little princess like what she sees? You'd better behave yourself during the playdate, or Mommy might have to put you in a special locking diaper!" Before Jake could process that threat, the doorbell rang. Sarah clapped her hands excitedly. "They're here! Come along, baby. It's time to meet your new playmate!" Jake waddled after Sarah, his thick diaper and Mary Janes making it difficult to walk normally. His heart pounded as Sarah opened the door. "Amber! So good to see you," Sarah greeted warmly. "And this must be little Timmy!" Jake's jaw dropped as he saw the other 'baby'. Timmy was a full-grown man, probably in his thirties, dressed in a frilly pink romper and clutching a teddy bear. He had a pacifier clipped to his outfit and wore a diaper even bulkier than Jake's. "Hi Sarah!" Amber replied cheerfully. "Yes, this is my little Timmy-Wimmy. Say hello, sweetie!" Timmy waved shyly, lisping around his pacifier, "Hewwo." Jake stood frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing. This grown man was acting like a literal baby – and seemed completely comfortable doing so! "And who's this adorable little princess?" Amber cooed, bending down to Jake's eye level. Sarah beamed proudly. "This is my baby girl, Jakey-poo. She's a bit shy, aren't you, sweetie?" Jake wanted to sink into the floor. But with both women looking at him expectantly, he knew he had no choice. Summoning every ounce of courage, he forced himself to wave and say in a high-pitched voice, "H-hi." "Oh, isn't she precious!" Amber exclaimed. "Timmy-Wimmy, looks like you have a new friend to play with!" As the women ushered them into the living room, now set up with even more baby toys, Jake's mind reeled. How had his life come to this? And more importantly, how was he going to survive this playdate without completely losing his mind – or what was left of his dignity? Little did Jake know, this playdate was about to push him further into the world of ABDL than he ever thought possible... Jake stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, hyper-aware of his frilly dress and the thick diaper beneath it. Timmy, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, already crawling towards a pile of colorful blocks. "Look at that," Amber cooed. "Timmy-Wimmy's already playing so nicely. Why don't you join him, Jakey-poo?" Jake looked pleadingly at Sarah, hoping for some kind of reprieve. But Sarah just smiled encouragingly. "Go on, baby. Show Timmy how good you are at building towers!" Realizing he had no choice, Jake lowered himself to the floor, wincing at the loud crinkle of his diaper. He awkwardly crawled over to Timmy, feeling utterly ridiculous. "Hi," he mumbled, reaching for a block. Timmy looked up, his eyes wide and innocent. "Hewwo!" he lisped around his pacifier. "Wanna pway towews?" Jake nodded mutely, still unable to believe he was engaging in this charade. They began stacking blocks, Jake hyper-aware of every infantile gesture Timmy made – from his exaggerated baby movements to the way he clapped gleefully when the tower grew taller. Meanwhile, Sarah and Amber sat on the couch, watching the 'babies' play. "Your Jakey-poo is adorable," Amber commented. "How long have you been training her?" Sarah grinned. "Oh, she's still quite new to this. But she's learning fast, aren't you, princess?" she called out to Jake. Jake's face burned as he nodded, not daring to speak lest he break character. "Well, she's doing wonderfully," Amber praised. "Timmy was so resistant at first, but now he loves being my little baby boy. Don't you, sweetie?" Timmy nodded enthusiastically, babbling something unintelligible. As the 'playtime' continued, Jake found himself reluctantly drawn into the infantile activities. They moved from block towers to coloring books, then to a game of patty-cake that left Jake feeling utterly humiliated. Throughout it all, Timmy remained perfectly in character, cooing and giggling like a real toddler. Jake marveled at his commitment, even as he struggled to maintain his own baby persona. Just as Jake thought things couldn't get more embarrassing, Sarah clapped her hands. "Snack time for the babies!" she announced. Jake's stomach dropped as Sarah and Amber produced baby bottles filled with what looked suspiciously like actual formula. "Come to Mommy, Jakey-poo," Sarah cooed, patting her lap. Jake hesitated, but a stern look from Sarah had him awkwardly crawling over. To his mortification, Sarah scooped him up and cradled him in her arms like an actual infant. "Open wide, sweetie," she said, bringing the bottle to his lips. Jake clenched his jaw, determined to resist this final humiliation. But Sarah was prepared. She pinched his nose, forcing him to open his mouth to breathe. The moment he did, she popped the bottle in. "That's a good girl," she praised as Jake reluctantly began to suck. "Drink up all your num-nums!" Across the room, Amber was bottle-feeding Timmy, who gulped down the formula eagerly. Jake couldn't believe how into this the other man was. As he suckled on the bottle, the warm formula filling his stomach, Jake felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. The embarrassment was still there, but it was muted, overshadowed by a feeling of safety and comfort in Sarah's arms. Just as he was starting to relax, Jake felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. The formula was going right through him! He squirmed, trying to hold it in. Sarah noticed immediately. "Does my baby need to make pee-pee?" she cooed. "Go ahead, sweetie. That's what your diaper is for!" Jake whimpered, shaking his head. But Sarah wasn't having it. She began to gently pat his lower abdomen, increasing the pressure on his bladder. "Come on, princess. Let it all out for Mommy," she encouraged. Between the pressure and Sarah's coaxing, Jake couldn't hold it any longer. He felt the warm wetness spreading through his diaper, his face burning with shame. "That's my good little girl!" Sarah praised, loud enough for Amber and Timmy to hear. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change!" As Sarah carried him to the changing mat, Jake caught sight of Timmy, who was now playing contentedly with a rattle, his own diaper visibly sagging. Jake's mind raced as Sarah began to change him. How had this become his life? And why, despite all the humiliation, did a part of him feel so... content? As Sarah fastened a fresh diaper around his waist, Jake realized with a mix of horror and excitement that this was just the beginning of his journey into the world of ABDL. And somewhere deep down, a part of him was looking forward to what came next... After the diaper change, Sarah announced it was naptime for the 'babies'. Jake's eyes widened as Amber produced two adult-sized playpens from the spare room. How long had those been there? "In you go, sweeties," Sarah cooed, lowering Jake into one of the playpens while Amber did the same with Timmy. Jake found himself surrounded by soft blankets, stuffed animals, and even a mobile hanging overhead. Timmy, in the playpen next to him, immediately curled up with his teddy bear and started sucking his thumb. "Now, be good little babies and take your naps," Sarah instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Mommy and Auntie Amber will be right here if you need anything." As the women settled on the couch with glasses of wine, chatting quietly, Jake lay in the playpen, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe he was expected to actually nap like this, in the middle of the day, dressed like a baby girl. But as he listened to the soft tinkling of the mobile and felt the warmth of his thick diaper, Jake found his eyelids growing heavy. Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep. His dreams were a chaotic swirl of infantile imagery. He saw himself crawling through a giant nursery, everything scaled up to make him feel tiny. Sarah loomed over him, a giantess with a bottle in one hand and a diaper in the other. "Come to Mommy, little Jakey-poo," dream Sarah cooed, her voice echoing unnaturally. "It's time for your ba-ba and a fresh diapee!" Jake tried to run, but his limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated. He looked down to see he was wearing mittens and booties, rendering his hands and feet useless. The dream shifted, and suddenly he was in a high chair, surrounded by other adult babies. They were all eating from colorful plastic bowls, babbling and cooing like real infants. Jake tried to speak, to assert his adulthood, but all that came out was babyish gibberish. He woke with a start, disoriented and sweating. It took him a moment to remember where he was – still in the playpen, still dressed as a baby girl. And to his horror, he realized he had wet himself again in his sleep. "Look who's awake!" Sarah's voice came from above. She lowered the side of the playpen and scooped Jake up. "Did my little princess have sweet dreams?" Jake blushed furiously, unable to meet her eyes. Sarah just chuckled, carrying him to the changing mat. "Looks like someone needs a fresh diaper! You're just a little fountain today, aren't you, sweetie?" As Sarah changed him, Jake noticed Timmy was still fast asleep in his playpen, thumb firmly in mouth. How could he be so comfortable with all this? "There we go, all clean and dry," Sarah announced, fastening the new diaper. "Now, I think it's time for some tummy time!" Before Jake could protest, Sarah had him on his stomach on a soft play mat. She placed colorful toys just out of his reach, encouraging him to crawl for them. "Come on, baby girl," she cooed. "Show Mommy how you can crawl!" Jake felt utterly ridiculous as he awkwardly moved on his hands and knees, reaching for a plastic keys toy. The thick diaper between his legs made movement difficult, forcing him to waddle like a real toddler. Amber, who had been changing a freshly awakened Timmy, brought him over to join in. "Look, Timmy-Wimmy! Your new friend is so good at crawling. Can you show her how you do it?" Timmy immediately dropped to all fours, crawling with practiced ease towards the toys. He babbled happily, completely immersed in his role. As the 'tummy time' continued, Jake found himself reluctantly getting into the spirit of things. The simplicity of focusing on reaching for toys, the praise from Sarah when he successfully grabbed one – it was oddly... freeing. "Such a good baby," Sarah praised, ruffling Jake's curls. "Mommy's so proud of her little girl!" Jake felt a warmth spread through him at the praise, surprising himself. Was he actually enjoying this on some level? As the afternoon wore on, Jake found himself participating in more and more infantile activities. From 'reading' picture books to playing with oversized baby toys, he was fully immersed in the world of ABDL. By the time Amber and Timmy prepared to leave, Jake was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He had been changed multiple times, fed from bottles, and treated like an infant for hours. "Say bye-bye to your new friend, Jakey-poo," Sarah instructed as Amber bundled Timmy up to leave. Jake waved shyly, lisping a soft "Bye-bye" that made both women coo in delight. As the door closed behind their guests, Jake expected things to return to normal. But Sarah had other plans. "Now, my little princess," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "It's time for your evening routine. And Mommy has some very special things planned..." Jake gulped, realizing that his journey into the world of ABDL was far from over. In fact, it seemed like it was just beginning... As Sarah closed the door behind Amber and Timmy, she turned to Jake with a thoughtful expression. "You know, princess, I've been thinking. If you're going to be Mommy's little baby girl, we should give you a proper girly name. Jake just won't do anymore." Jake's eyes widened in alarm. Wasn't this going far enough already? But before he could protest, Sarah was already rattling off suggestions. "How about... Lily? No, too common. Chloe? Hmm, not quite right. Oh, I know! Rosie! My little baby Rosie-Posie!" Jake - now apparently Rosie - felt his cheeks burn. "But... but I like my name," he mumbled, trying to assert some control over the situation. Sarah's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Now, now. Good little girls don't talk back to Mommy. Besides, Rosie is a much prettier name for such an adorable baby girl. Isn't that right, my little Rosie-Posie?" Realizing he had no choice, Jake nodded meekly. "Yes, Mommy," he lisped, hating how naturally the baby talk was coming to him now. "That's my good girl!" Sarah beamed. "Now, let's get you ready for beddy-bye time. Mommy has a special new nightie for her little Rosie!" Sarah led Jake - Rosie - to the bedroom, where she proceeded to undress him. The sailor dress came off, followed by the frilly socks and Mary Janes. Jake shivered, standing there in just his diaper. "Arms up, sweetie," Sarah instructed, holding up what looked like a mass of pink ruffles and lace. As Sarah slipped the nightgown over Rosie's head, he realized with horror that it was even more infantile than his previous outfits. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, leaving his diaper fully visible. Puff sleeves and a Peter Pan collar completed the babyish look. "Oh, don't you look precious!" Sarah cooed, adjusting the bow at the back. "Now, let's get you all cozy in your crib." Crib? Jake's - Rosie's - head spun. When had that appeared? But sure enough, where the bed had been now stood an adult-sized crib, complete with pink bedding and a mobile overhead. Sarah lifted Rosie into the crib, tucking him in snugly. "Now, every good little baby needs her paci for bedtime," she said, producing an oversized pacifier. Before Rosie could object, Sarah had popped the pacifier into his mouth. He instinctively began to suck, the rhythmic motion oddly soothing. "There we go," Sarah smiled, stroking Rosie's curls. "Mommy's going to read you a bedtime story, and then it's lights out for my little princess." As Sarah began to read "Cinderella," Rosie found himself oddly captivated. The childish story, combined with Sarah's soothing voice and the comfort of the crib, lulled him into a state of tranquil regression. By the time Sarah finished the story, Rosie was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Goodnight, my sweet little Rosie-Posie," Sarah whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. As Sarah turned out the lights and left the room, Rosie lay there in the dim glow of a princess nightlight. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions. Part of him was mortified at how far this had gone - he had a new name, for crying out loud! But another part, a growing part, felt safe and loved in a way he'd never experienced before. Sucking absently on the pacifier, Rosie drifted off to sleep, wondering what new adventures tomorrow would bring. As he slipped into dreams filled with frilly dresses and baby bottles, a small smile played on his lips around the pacifier. In the morning, would he wake up as Jake, the grown man? Or as Rosie, Sarah's little baby girl? And more importantly, which did he truly want to be? The answer, Rosie realized as sleep claimed him, might be more complicated than he ever imagined... Rosie awoke to the sound of Sarah's voice cooing through the baby monitor. "Wakey wakey, my little Rosie-Posie! Time for Mommy to start our day!" For a moment, Rosie was disoriented. Where was he? Why was he sucking on something? Then it all came flooding back - the crib, the nightgown, the new name. He was Rosie now, Sarah's baby girl. Before he could ponder this further, Sarah entered the room, beaming. "There's my sleepy little princess! Did you have sweet dreams, baby?" Rosie nodded shyly, the pacifier still in his mouth. Sarah reached into the crib and lifted him out, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Oh my, someone's a stinky baby this morning!" she exclaimed. "Let's get you all cleaned up, shall we?" Rosie's face burned as he realized he had messed his diaper in his sleep. He hadn't even woken up to do it - his body was betraying him, becoming more infantile by the day. Sarah laid him on the changing table, unfastening the soiled diaper. "My, my, what a mess!" she tutted. "I think we might need to start feeding you more fiber, little one. We can't have our baby girl getting constipated!" As Sarah cleaned him up, Rosie's mind raced. How had this become so... normal? Just days ago, he was Jake, a grown man with a job and responsibilities. Now he was Rosie, a diapered 'baby girl' being changed and cooed over. "There we go, all clean!" Sarah announced, fastening a fresh diaper - this one even thicker and more babyish than before. "Now, let's get you dressed for the day. Mommy has a special outing planned!" Rosie's eyes widened in alarm. An outing? In public? But before he could protest, Sarah was already dressing him in a frilly pink romper, complete with matching bonnet and booties. "Perfect!" Sarah declared, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look absolutely darling, my little Rosie-Posie!" She scooped Rosie up and carried him to the kitchen, where a high chair awaited. Strapping him in securely, Sarah then produced a bowl of what looked like mashed bananas. "Open wide for the choo-choo train!" she cooed, bringing a spoonful to Rosie's lips. Rosie hesitated, but the stern look in Sarah's eyes left no room for argument. He opened his mouth, allowing Sarah to feed him like an infant. As the 'breakfast' continued, Rosie found himself relaxing into the role. There was something oddly freeing about having no control, about letting 'Mommy' take care of everything. "Such a good eater!" Sarah praised as she wiped Rosie's face clean. "Now, let's get you in your stroller for our outing." Stroller? Rosie's panic returned full force. But sure enough, Sarah wheeled in an adult-sized stroller, all pink and frilly. "Now, now, don't fuss," Sarah soothed as she lifted Rosie into the stroller. "Mommy's taking you to the park to play with other little ones!" As Sarah strapped him in and began to wheel him out the door, Rosie's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Embarrassment, fear, and... excitement? Was he actually looking forward to this? The warm sun hit Rosie's face as they exited the house. He could hear birds chirping, cars passing by. This was real. He was really going out in public dressed as a baby girl. As they made their way down the sidewalk, Rosie caught sight of their reflection in a store window. Sarah, looking every bit the doting mother, pushing a stroller containing what appeared to be a giant baby girl. Rosie's cheeks burned, but he also felt a strange thrill. He was living out a secret fantasy he'd never dared to acknowledge before. As they approached the park, Rosie could see other adult babies playing on oversized playground equipment. Some were being pushed on swings by their 'mommies' or 'daddies', others were playing in a giant sandbox. "Look, Rosie-Posie!" Sarah exclaimed. "There's your friend Timmy! Shall we go say hello?" As Sarah wheeled him towards Timmy and Amber, Rosie realized that this was his life now. He was Rosie, Sarah's little baby girl. And as scary and embarrassing as it was, a part of him was thrilled to see where this new adventure would take him. The park loomed ahead, full of adult babies and their caregivers. Rosie took a deep breath, sucking on his pacifier for comfort. It was time to fully embrace his new role. After all, what choice did he have? As Sarah parked the stroller and began to unbuckle him, Rosie decided to let go of his last shreds of adulthood. He looked up at Sarah with wide, innocent eyes and lisped around his pacifier, "Pway time, Mommy?" Sarah's face lit up with joy. "That's right, my clever little Rosie-Posie! It's play time for Mommy's special baby girl!" And with that, Rosie's new life as an adult baby truly began... Sarah lifted Rosie out of the stroller, setting him down on unsteady feet. The thick diaper between his legs made walking difficult, forcing him to toddle awkwardly. "Look, sweetie!" Sarah cooed, pointing to a group of adult babies playing in a giant sandbox. "Why don't you go make some new friends?" Rosie hesitated, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Sarah gave him a gentle push, and he found himself waddling towards the sandbox. As he approached, he recognized Timmy, who was happily building a sandcastle. Timmy looked up and waved enthusiastically. "Wosie!" he lisped around his pacifier. "Come pway!" Rosie lowered himself into the sandbox, the sand immediately clinging to his frilly romper. He felt utterly ridiculous, a grown man playing in a sandbox dressed as a baby girl. But as Timmy handed him a plastic shovel, he found himself getting caught up in the simple joy of play. Meanwhile, Sarah had joined Amber and other 'mommies' on a nearby bench. They chatted and cooed over their 'babies', occasionally calling out encouragement or warnings. "Careful, Rosie-Posie!" Sarah called. "Don't get sand in your diaper, sweetie!" Rosie's face burned anew at the reminder of his diapered state. But he was surprised to find that the embarrassment was mingled with a strange sense of security. Sarah was watching out for him, taking care of his every need. As the morning wore on, Rosie found himself fully immersed in baby play. From the sandbox, they moved to the swings, where Sarah pushed him gently, praising him for holding on tight "like a big girl". Then it was time for the slide. Rosie balked at first - the slide seemed impossibly tall from his regressed perspective. But Sarah was there, encouraging him. "Come on, baby," she cooed. "Mommy will catch you at the bottom!" Taking a deep breath, Rosie climbed the ladder, his diaper crinkling loudly with each step. At the top, he hesitated, looking down at Sarah's encouraging face. "You can do it, Rosie-Posie!" she called. Closing his eyes, Rosie pushed off. The rush of air, the thrill of descent, and then - safety in Sarah's arms. "Such a brave little girl!" Sarah praised, peppering his face with kisses. As lunchtime approached, Sarah gathered Rosie and led him to a picnic area. Other 'mommies' and their 'babies' were already there, setting up for a communal meal. Sarah strapped Rosie into a portable high chair, tying a bib around his neck. "Time for num-nums, sweetie!" Rosie watched in fascination as Sarah unpacked an array of baby foods and bottles. He was surprised to find his mouth watering at the sight. "Open wide for the airplane!" Sarah cooed, spooning mashed peas towards his mouth. As Rosie ate, he looked around at the other adult babies. Some were being spoon-fed like him, others were drinking from bottles. All seemed completely at ease in their roles. Halfway through the meal, Rosie felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He squirmed uncomfortably, unsure what to do. He couldn't possibly use his diaper here, in front of everyone... could he? Sarah noticed his discomfort immediately. "Does my little Rosie-Posie need to make pee-pee?" she asked loudly, causing several nearby 'mommies' to look over. Rosie's face flamed. He shook his head vigorously, determined to hold it. But Sarah wasn't having it. "Now, now," she tutted. "Good babies use their diapers. Do you need Mommy to help?" Before Rosie could protest, Sarah's hand was on his lower abdomen, applying gentle pressure. Combined with his already full bladder, it was too much. With a whimper of defeat, Rosie felt the warm wetness spreading through his diaper. "There's my good girl!" Sarah praised, loud enough for others to hear. "Let's get you changed, shall we?" As Sarah lifted him out of the high chair and carried him to a nearby changing station, Rosie buried his face in her shoulder. He'd just wet himself in public, in front of a group of strangers. And yet... a part of him felt oddly proud at Sarah's praise. Laid out on the changing table, Rosie stared up at the sky as Sarah efficiently changed his diaper. He could hear other 'babies' being changed nearby, their 'mommies' cooing and praising them just like Sarah was doing to him. "All clean!" Sarah announced, fastening the fresh diaper. "Now, I think it's time for someone's afternoon nap!" As Sarah carried him back to the stroller, Rosie found himself yawning. The morning's activities, the emotional rollercoaster, the warm sun - it all combined to make him genuinely sleepy. Tucked into the stroller with a soft blanket and his pacifier, Rosie drifted off to sleep as Sarah wheeled him home. His last conscious thought was a surprising one: he couldn't wait to see what babyish adventures tomorrow would bring. In his dreams, Rosie saw himself growing smaller and smaller, until he was truly the size of a baby. But instead of fear, he felt only comfort and love. Sarah's voice echoed in his mind: "Mommy's little Rosie-Posie..." The adult world, with all its stresses and responsibilities, seemed to fade away. In its place was a world of soft blankets, warm bottles, and unconditional love. As Rosie slept, a smile played on his lips around the pacifier. He was home. He was safe. He was Mommy's little baby girl. Rosie awoke to the gentle motion of the stroller coming to a stop. He blinked sleepily, sucking on his pacifier as Sarah's face came into view. "Wake up, sleepyhead," Sarah cooed. "We're home, and it's time for your bath!" Bath? Rosie's eyes widened. He hadn't had anyone bathe him since he was an actual child. But before he could protest, Sarah was already unbuckling him from the stroller and carrying him inside. In the bathroom, Rosie was surprised to see a large, pink plastic bathtub sitting in the middle of the floor. It was clearly designed for adult babies, complete with built-in seat and safety straps. "Let's get you out of these dirty clothes, shall we?" Sarah said, efficiently stripping Rosie of his romper and diaper. Naked and blushing, Rosie was lowered into the warm, bubble-filled water. Sarah fastened the safety straps, ensuring he couldn't slip under the water. "There we go, all safe and snug!" Sarah exclaimed, picking up a rubber ducky. "Look, Rosie-Posie! Mr. Quackers wants to play!" Despite his initial embarrassment, Rosie found himself giggling as Sarah made the duck 'swim' around him, squirting water playfully. The warm water and gentle play were soothing, lulling him further into his baby headspace. Sarah lathered up a soft washcloth and began to clean Rosie thoroughly, cooing and praising him the whole time. "Such a good girl, letting Mommy clean her all up!" When it came time to wash his hair, Sarah tilted Rosie's head back, shielding his eyes as she rinsed the shampoo out. "Close your eyes, sweetie. Mommy doesn't want any soap getting in those pretty peepers!" After the bath, Sarah lifted a very pruney Rosie out of the tub and wrapped him in a large, fluffy towel with a hood shaped like a duck's head. She dried him off, taking extra care to powder him thoroughly to prevent diaper rash. "Now, let's get you all dressed for beddy-bye time," Sarah said, carrying Rosie to the nursery. Rosie found himself being diapered once again, this time in an even thicker nighttime diaper. Sarah then slipped him into a footed sleeper, pink with little bunnies all over it. "There's my adorable little bunny!" Sarah cooed, booping Rosie's nose. "Now, how about a bedtime story before night-night?" Sarah settled into a rocking chair, cradling Rosie in her arms. She began to read "Goodnight Moon," her voice soft and soothing. Rosie found himself snuggling closer, utterly content in his regression. As the story ended, Sarah stood up to place Rosie in his crib. But as she lowered him onto the mattress, disaster struck. The evening bottle Sarah had given him earlier made its presence known, and before Rosie could control it, he felt a warm wetness spreading through his diaper. "Oh!" Sarah exclaimed, feeling the diaper expand. "Looks like someone needed to go pee-pee!" Rosie's face burned with shame. He'd just wet himself while being put to bed, like a real baby. "S-sowwy, Mommy," he lisped, tears welling up in his eyes. "Shh, shh," Sarah soothed, lifting him back out of the crib. "That's what diapers are for, sweetie. Mommy's not mad. Let's get you changed into a dry diaper, okay?" As Sarah changed him, Rosie's mind whirled. He'd wet himself without even realizing he needed to go. Was he losing control of his bodily functions? The thought was both terrifying and oddly exciting. "There we go, all dry and comfy," Sarah said, fastening the fresh diaper. She slipped Rosie back into the bunny sleeper and placed him gently in the crib. "Goodnight, my precious Rosie-Posie," Sarah whispered, tucking a stuffed bear next to him and clipping a pacifier to his sleeper. "Mommy loves you very much." As Sarah turned out the light and left the room, Rosie lay there in the dim glow of his nightlight. He sucked thoughtfully on his pacifier, cuddling his teddy bear close. Just a week ago, he'd been Jake - an adult man with a job, bills, and responsibilities. Now he was Rosie - a diapered, babied 'girl' who couldn't even make it through a bedtime story without wetting herself. And yet... he felt happier and more content than he had in years. The stress of adult life had melted away, replaced by the simple joys of being cared for and loved unconditionally. As Rosie drifted off to sleep, he wondered what new adventures tomorrow would bring. Would he be taken to daycare? Have a playdate with Timmy? Or perhaps Mommy had some new, embarrassing outfit for him to wear? Whatever it was, Rosie found himself looking forward to it. He was Mommy's little baby girl now, and he wouldn't have it any other way. In his dreams that night, Rosie saw himself shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until he was truly infant-sized. But instead of fear, he felt only joy and love. Sarah's arms were always there to catch him, to hold him, to keep him safe. And as the night wore on, Rosie slept peacefully, secure in the knowledge that Mommy would always be there to take care of her precious little Rosie-Posie. Rosie awoke to the sound of Sarah's cheerful voice. "Rise and shine, my little buttercup! We've got a big day ahead!" As Sarah lifted him from the crib, Rosie noticed she was dressed more formally than usual. "Where we going, Mommy?" he lisped, still groggy from sleep. Sarah grinned mischievously. "Well, sweetie, Mommy has to go to work today. But don't worry, I've found the perfect place for you to spend your day!" Rosie's eyes widened in alarm. Work? But before he could protest, Sarah was already whisking him to the changing table. "Let's get you all cleaned up and pretty for daycare!" Sarah cooed, unfastening Rosie's soaked nighttime diaper. Daycare? Rosie's mind reeled as Sarah efficiently cleaned him up and slid a fresh diaper under his bottom. This one was even more babyish than before, with cartoon characters and a wetness indicator strip. "There we go, all clean and dry!" Sarah exclaimed, fastening the diaper snugly. She then proceeded to dress Rosie in a frilly pink dress with matching bloomers, white ankle socks with lace trim, and shiny black Mary Janes. "Perfect!" Sarah declared, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You're the prettiest little girl at daycare, my Rosie-Posie!" Rosie's cheeks burned as Sarah carried him to the kitchen, strapping him into his high chair. She quickly fed him a breakfast of oatmeal and mashed banana, wiping his face clean with a damp cloth. "Now, let's pack your diaper bag," Sarah said, bustling around the kitchen. Rosie watched in fascination as she filled a large pink bag with diapers, wipes, powder, a change of clothes, and several bottles. Before he knew it, Rosie was being buckled into his car seat, the thick diaper crinkling loudly as Sarah adjusted the straps. "Off we go to Little Sprouts Adult Baby Daycare!" Sarah announced cheerfully. Rosie's stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and excitement as they drove. He was going to be left at a daycare, surrounded by other adult babies. The thought was both terrifying and thrilling. As they pulled up to a cheerful-looking building with a sign depicting cartoon babies, Rosie's anxiety peaked. "Mommy," he whimpered, "scared." Sarah's expression softened. "Oh, sweetie, there's nothing to be afraid of. Mommy promises you'll have lots of fun with the other babies. And I'll be back to pick you up before you know it!" She unbuckled Rosie from his car seat and carried him inside, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder. The interior of the daycare was a riot of pastel colors and oversized baby items. Several adult babies were already there, some playing with toys, others being fed bottles by staff members dressed as nannies. A perky young woman in a frilly apron approached them. "Welcome to Little Sprouts! I'm Miss Daisy. And who's this adorable little girl?" "This is Rosie," Sarah replied, bouncing Rosie on her hip. "It's her first day, so she might be a little shy." Miss Daisy cooed and fussed over Rosie, pinching his cheek gently. "Don't you worry, sweetie. We're going to have so much fun today!" After signing some paperwork and giving Rosie a goodbye kiss, Sarah handed him over to Miss Daisy. "Be a good girl for the nannies, Rosie-Posie. Mommy will see you this afternoon!" And with that, Sarah was gone, leaving Rosie in the care of strangers for the first time since his regression began. He whimpered softly, clinging to Miss Daisy. "There, there," Miss Daisy soothed, patting Rosie's padded bottom. "Let's go meet your new friends, shall we?" She carried Rosie to a playpen where several other adult babies were already gathered. To his surprise, he recognized one of them. "Timmy!" he exclaimed, momentarily forgetting his babyish lisp. Timmy looked up from the blocks he was stacking, his face lighting up. "Wosie!" he squealed, waving enthusiastically. Miss Daisy lowered Rosie into the playpen. "Look at that, you already have a friend! Why don't you two play together while I get your morning snack ready?" As Miss Daisy walked away, Rosie looked around at the other 'babies'. Some were clearly as new to this as he was, looking nervous and out of place. Others seemed completely at ease, babbling and playing like real toddlers. Timmy scooted over to Rosie, offering him a colorful block. "Pway with me?" he lisped around his pacifier. Rosie hesitated for a moment, then took the block. As he and Timmy began to build a wobbly tower, Rosie felt himself relaxing. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The morning flew by in a whirlwind of infantile activities. They had storytime, where Miss Daisy read "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" to the group. Then came arts and crafts, with finger painting that left Rosie's dress splattered with colors. By lunchtime, Rosie was fully immersed in his baby persona. He didn't even flinch when Miss Daisy strapped him into a high chair and tied a bib around his neck. "Open wide for the choo-choo train!" Miss Daisy cooed, spooning pureed carrots into Rosie's mouth. As he was being fed, Rosie felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. Without even thinking about it, he relaxed and felt the warm wetness spread through his diaper. It wasn't until he heard the soft crinkle and felt the diaper expand that he realized what he'd done. Miss Daisy noticed immediately. "Oh, looks like someone needs a change!" she announced cheerfully. "Let's get you all clean and dry, shall we?" As Miss Daisy laid him on the changing table, Rosie had a moment of clarity. He'd just wet himself without hesitation, without even trying to hold it. Was he losing control completely? But as Miss Daisy fastened a fresh diaper around his waist, praising him for being "such a good girl," Rosie found he didn't really mind. This was his life now - being changed, fed, and cared for like a real baby. The afternoon brought naptime, with Rosie and the other 'babies' tucked into individual cribs. As he drifted off to sleep, sucking contentedly on his pacifier, Rosie felt truly at peace. When Sarah came to pick him up at the end of the day, Rosie was almost sad to leave. "Did you have fun, my little Rosie-Posie?" Sarah asked as she buckled him into his car seat. Rosie nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh, Mommy! Can I come back tomorrow?" Sarah laughed, ruffling Rosie's hair. "Of course, sweetie. Mommy's little girl can come to daycare every day while Mommy's at work." As they drove home, Rosie snuggled into his car seat, clutching the drawing he'd made at daycare. He was Rosie now, Sarah's little baby girl, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Little did he know, Sarah had some big surprises planned for her growing baby girl... As the weeks passed, Rosie settled into his new life as Sarah's baby girl. Daycare became a daily routine, filled with playtime, naps, and increasingly infantile activities. At home, Sarah continued to push Rosie deeper into his regression, introducing new elements to reinforce his babyish state. One evening, after a particularly messy dinner of pureed spinach, Sarah had a surprise for Rosie. "Guess what, my little princess? Mommy has a special new treat for you!" Rosie looked up from his high chair, face smeared with green goop. "What is it, Mommy?" he lisped, curiosity piqued. Sarah produced a pink sippy cup, decorated with glittery unicorns. "It's time we started weaning you off those baby bottles, sweetie. Big girls use sippy cups!" Rosie's eyes widened. A sippy cup? That was for toddlers, not babies! A part of him felt a twinge of excitement at this 'promotion', while another part mourned the loss of his bottles. "Now, let's see how my big girl does with her new cup," Sarah cooed, holding the sippy cup to Rosie's lips. Rosie tentatively began to suck, surprised at how much effort it took compared to a bottle. The sweet taste of juice filled his mouth, and he found himself gulping eagerly. "Oh, look at you go!" Sarah praised. "Such a big girl, using her sippy cup all by herself!" As Rosie finished his juice, a warm feeling of accomplishment washed over him. He was growing up! Well, in a manner of speaking. But Sarah wasn't done with her surprises. After cleaning Rosie up and changing him into a fresh diaper, she carried him to the living room. There, set up in the corner, was a colorful plastic potty chair. Rosie's jaw dropped. A potty? Was Sarah going to start potty training him? "Now, sweetie," Sarah began, setting Rosie down next to the potty, "Mommy thinks it's time we started thinking about potty training." Rosie's mind whirled. On one hand, the idea of not being in diapers all the time was appealing. On the other hand, he'd grown accustomed to the safety and security of his diapers. And if he was being honest with himself, he enjoyed the feeling of using them. Sarah seemed to sense his conflicted emotions. "Don't worry, my little Rosie-Posie. We're not getting rid of your diapees just yet. This is just for practice, okay? Mommy wants you to sit on the potty for a few minutes each day, just to get used to it." Relieved, Rosie nodded. Sarah helped him onto the potty, his thick diaper crinkling as he sat down. The plastic seat was cold against his bare thighs, and he squirmed uncomfortably. "That's a good girl," Sarah praised. "Now, let's read a story while you sit on your big girl potty!" As Sarah read "Everyone Poops," Rosie sat on the potty, feeling silly and grown-up all at once. He knew he wouldn't actually use it - his diaper was still firmly in place - but the act of sitting on a potty felt significant somehow. After a few minutes, Sarah helped Rosie off the potty. "Such a good try, sweetie! Mommy's so proud of you for sitting on your potty like a big girl!" That night, as Sarah tucked Rosie into his crib, she had one more surprise. "Rosie, darling, Mommy has some exciting news. Tomorrow, we're going on a little trip!" Rosie's eyes widened. "Trip, Mommy? Where we going?" Sarah's eyes twinkled mischievously. "It's a surprise, my little princess. But I promise, it's going to be a very special adventure for Mommy's growing baby girl." As Rosie drifted off to sleep, his mind raced with possibilities. Where could they be going? And what new experiences awaited him on this mysterious trip? Little did Rosie know, Sarah's planned "little trip" would push his regression to new limits, testing the boundaries of his newfound infantile existence... The next morning, Rosie awoke to find Sarah already packing a large suitcase. His crib was filled with new outfits - even frillier and more babyish than his usual attire. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" Sarah chirped. "Are you ready for our big adventure?" As Sarah changed Rosie's soaked nighttime diaper, she explained that they'd be gone for a week. She was packing everything they'd need - diapers, outfits, toys, and even Rosie's new sippy cups. "Where we going, Mommy?" Rosie asked again, curiosity burning. Sarah just smiled mysteriously. "You'll see, my little Rosie-Posie. Mommy promises it'll be the most special trip of your life!" As they loaded up the car, Rosie in his car seat clutching his favorite teddy bear, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Whatever this trip held in store, he knew it would change his life as a adult baby forever. The car pulled out of the driveway, heading towards an unknown destination. Rosie sucked thoughtfully on his pacifier, wondering what new adventures - and humiliations - awaited him on this mysterious journey... As the car cruised down the highway, Rosie watched the world go by from his car seat, sucking absently on his pacifier. Sarah had been tight-lipped about their destination, only saying it was a "special place for special babies like you, Rosie-Posie!" After a few hours of driving, punctuated by diaper changes at rest stops, they pulled into a parking lot of what looked like a large resort. The sign read "Little Dreamers Resort - Where Big Babies Come to Play!" Rosie's eyes widened. A whole resort for adult babies? He squirmed in his car seat, equal parts excited and nervous. Sarah unloaded their luggage onto a cart while a bellhop cooed over Rosie, still strapped into his car seat. "Oh, what an adorable little girl! Welcome to Little Dreamers, sweetie!" Once inside the lobby, Rosie was amazed. Everything was oversized and infantile - from the giant building blocks decorating the reception desk to the mural of cartoon animals on the wall. And everywhere he looked, there were adult babies. Some were being carried by their "parents," others toddled along in thick diapers, and some were even crawling on all fours. Sarah checked them in while Rosie took in the sights, sounds, and smells of the resort. The air was thick with the scent of baby powder and the sound of crinkling diapers. "Come along, princess," Sarah said, taking Rosie's hand. "Let's go see our room!" Their room turned out to be a "deluxe nursery suite." One half was set up like a typical hotel room, while the other half was a fully equipped nursery - complete with an adult-sized crib, changing table, and even a playpen. "Look, Rosie!" Sarah exclaimed. "They even have a special bathtub just for big babies like you!" Indeed, the bathroom featured a large, plastic tub with safety straps and built-in toys. Rosie blushed, imagining being bathed in such an infantile way. After getting settled, Sarah announced it was time to explore the resort. She dressed Rosie in a particularly frilly sundress, making sure his diaper was clearly visible underneath, and clipped a pacifier to his dress. "Now remember, sweetie," Sarah instructed as they left the room, "at Little Dreamers, you're supposed to act like the baby you are. That means no big girl words or behaviors. Can you do that for Mommy?" Rosie nodded, already feeling himself slipping deeper into his baby headspace. "Yes, Mommy," he lisped. Their first stop was the resort's main playroom. It was a wonderland of adult-sized baby equipment - ball pits, giant slides, oversized rocking horses, and more. Dozens of adult babies were playing, some independently, others under the watchful eyes of their "parents" or resort staff. "Look, there's a Little Learners class starting!" Sarah said, pointing to a corner where a group was gathering. "Let's get you signed up, Rosie-Posie!" Before Rosie could protest, Sarah had him enrolled in the class. He found himself sitting on a colorful mat with other adult babies, facing a perky young woman dressed as a preschool teacher. "Okay, little ones!" the teacher, Miss Sunshine, chirped. "Today we're going to practice our ABC's and 123's!" What followed was an hour of infantile education. They sang the alphabet song, counted colorful blocks, and even practiced writing their "names" - which for most of the "babies," including Rosie, meant scribbling with oversized crayons. Rosie was surprised to find himself enjoying the simple activities. There was something freeing about letting go of his adult knowledge and embracing the joy of learning like a child. After class, Sarah took Rosie to the resort's special cafeteria, aptly named "The High Chair." Every table was equipped with adult-sized high chairs, and the menu consisted entirely of baby-friendly foods. "Look, sweetie!" Sarah cooed, reading the menu. "They have all your favorites - mashed peas, pureed carrots, and even strained prunes!" Rosie wrinkled his nose at the mention of prunes but didn't protest as Sarah ordered for him. Soon, he found himself strapped into a high chair, a bib around his neck, as Sarah spoon-fed him lunch. "Open wide for the airplane!" Sarah cooed, making exaggerated engine noises as she brought a spoonful of mashed sweet potato to Rosie's lips. As he ate, Rosie looked around the cafeteria. Every "baby" was being fed, either by their "parent" or by staff members dressed as nannies. The air was filled with infantile sounds - babbling, cooing, and the occasional cry. After lunch and a messy diaper change in the public changing room, Sarah announced it was time for "baby's afternoon nap." Back in their room, Sarah tucked Rosie into his crib, winding up a mobile above him. "Sweet dreams, my little princess," she cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. As Rosie drifted off to sleep, sucking contentedly on his pacifier, he marveled at how quickly he'd adjusted to this new environment. Here, surrounded by other adult babies, his regression felt natural, expected even. He wondered what other adventures awaited him at Little Dreamers Resort. As sleep claimed him, Rosie found himself looking forward to discovering just how deep his journey into babyhood could go... Rosie awoke from his nap to the sound of Sarah cooing over the crib railing. "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's time for afternoon activities!" As Sarah changed Rosie's wet diaper, she explained the afternoon's plans. "We're going to the resort's special playground, sweetie! It's designed just for big babies like you!" Dressed in a frilly romper and sandals, Rosie toddled alongside Sarah to the outdoor play area. His eyes widened at the sight - it was a massive wonderland of adult-sized baby equipment. There were enormous slides, a sandbox the size of a small beach, and even a splash pad with giant rubber duckies spouting water. "Go on, baby," Sarah encouraged, giving Rosie a gentle push. "Go play with the other little ones!" Rosie hesitated for a moment, then waddled towards the sandbox. He plopped down next to another adult baby, a young woman dressed in a onesie who was intently building a sandcastle. "Hi," Rosie lisped shyly. "Can I pway too?" The woman looked up, her face lighting up. "Sure!" she babbled. "I'm making a castle for Princess Sparkle Butt. Wanna help?" Rosie nodded enthusiastically, and soon he was lost in the simple joy of play. They built an elaborate castle, complete with a moat and pebble decorations. As they played, Rosie felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. Without even thinking about it, he relaxed and let his diaper grow warm and wet. It wasn't until he heard a soft giggle from his playmate that he realized what he'd done. "Somebody made pee-pee!" she teased good-naturedly. "Better call your Mommy for a change!" Rosie blushed furiously, suddenly very aware of the wet bulk between his legs. He looked around for Sarah, only to see her chatting with other "parents" near the splash pad. "Mommy!" he called out, his voice high and childish. "I need a change!" Sarah hurried over, a knowing smile on her face. "Did my little princess have an accident? Let's get you all clean and dry!" She led Rosie to a public changing station near the playground. To his horror, it was out in the open, with only a low wall for privacy. Other "babies" were being changed on either side of him. "Up you go, sweetie," Sarah said, lifting Rosie onto the changing table. She efficiently removed his wet diaper, wiping him clean with baby wipes. Rosie squirmed, acutely aware of how exposed he was. But Sarah just cooed and fussed over him, powdering his bottom and fastening a fresh diaper snugly around his waist. "There we go, all better!" Sarah announced, helping Rosie down. "Now, why don't we try the splash pad?" The cool water was a welcome relief from the afternoon heat. Rosie giggled as he ran through the sprayers, his diaper growing heavy and swollen with water. Other adult babies splashed around him, all inhibitions forgotten in the joy of play. As the sun began to set, Sarah announced it was time for dinner. They headed back to "The High Chair" cafeteria, where Rosie was once again strapped into a high chair and bib. "Look, sweetie!" Sarah exclaimed, reading the menu. "They have a special dinner for growing babies - pureed chicken, mashed peas, and applesauce for dessert!" Rosie's stomach growled. After an afternoon of play, he was surprised to find himself looking forward to the babyish meal. As Sarah spoon-fed him, making airplane noises and praising him for each bite, Rosie looked around the cafeteria. Every "baby" was being fed, some more willingly than others. He saw one adult baby having a tantrum, flailing his arms and knocking his bowl of food to the floor. "Oh dear," Sarah tutted, following Rosie's gaze. "Looks like someone needs a time-out in the naughty corner!" After dinner and another diaper change, Sarah took Rosie to the resort's evening entertainment - a puppet show designed for adult babies. They sat on a soft mat, Rosie nestled between Sarah's legs, as colorful puppets acted out a simple story about sharing toys. Rosie found himself captivated by the show, clapping and laughing along with the other "babies." He sucked contentedly on his pacifier, feeling safe and loved in Sarah's arms. Back in their room, Sarah prepared Rosie for bed. She bathed him in the special tub, washing his hair and playing with bath toys. Then it was time for his nighttime diaper - extra thick to last through the night - and a soft, footed sleeper. As Sarah tucked Rosie into his crib, she had a surprise for him. "Look what Mommy found at the gift shop, sweetie!" She held up a small bottle filled with glowing liquid. "It's magical dream juice! It'll give you the sweetest baby dreams all night long." Rosie eyed the bottle suspiciously, but accepted it when Sarah held it to his lips. The liquid was sweet and slightly tangy, with an aftertaste he couldn't quite place. "Goodnight, my precious Rosie-Posie," Sarah cooed, winding up the mobile above the crib. "Sweet dreams, baby girl." As Rosie drifted off to sleep, the "dream juice" began to take effect. His dreams were a swirl of infantile imagery - giant bottles, endless fields of soft blankets, and a world where everyone was a baby. In his dreams, Rosie saw himself shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until he was truly the size of an infant. But instead of fear, he felt only joy and comfort. Sarah's arms were always there to catch him, to hold him, to keep him safe. Little did Rosie know, the "dream juice" was more than just a cute gimmick. It was part of the resort's special regression therapy, designed to push adult babies deeper into their infantile headspace. As the night wore on, Rosie slept peacefully, unaware that with each passing hour, his adult self was slipping further away, replaced by the baby girl he'd become... Rosie awoke the next morning feeling... different. His mind was fuzzy, thoughts coming slowly and simply. He blinked up at the mobile above his crib, entranced by the spinning animals. "Good morning, my little sunshine!" Sarah's voice broke through his reverie. "Did my baby girl sleep well?" Rosie turned towards Sarah's voice, a wide, toothless smile spreading across his face. "Mama!" he babbled, reaching out with grabby hands. Sarah's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was new - Rosie had never called her "Mama" before, always sticking with the more mature "Mommy." And that babbling... it sounded so genuinely infantile. "Well, someone's in a babyish mood this morning!" Sarah cooed, lifting Rosie from the crib. She carried him to the changing table, efficiently removing his soaked nighttime diaper. As Sarah cleaned him up, Rosie giggled and cooed, playing with his toes in a way he'd never done before. His movements were less coordinated, more genuinely baby-like. "My, my," Sarah mused as she powdered Rosie's bottom. "That dream juice really did a number on you, didn't it, sweetie?" Rosie just babbled in response, completely at ease with being changed and powdered like a real infant. Sarah dressed Rosie in a particularly infantile outfit - a pink onesie with "Mama's Little Princess" emblazoned across the chest, frilly socks, and soft-soled shoes. She then carried him to the resort's breakfast area. In "The High Chair" cafeteria, Sarah strapped Rosie into a high chair and tied a bib around his neck. But when she tried to feed him with a spoon, Rosie turned his head away, whimpering. "What's wrong, baby?" Sarah asked, concerned. "Don't you want your yummy oatmeal?" Rosie's lower lip trembled. "Ba-ba," he whined, making a sucking motion with his mouth. Sarah's eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Does my little baby want a bottle instead?" Rosie nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands towards Sarah. A waitress, dressed as a nanny, approached their table. "Is everything alright, ma'am?" Sarah explained the situation, and the waitress smiled knowingly. "Ah, sounds like someone's had a bit of a regression! Not to worry, we have special bottles for our littlest guests. Would you like warm milk or formula?" "Formula, please," Sarah replied, still somewhat bewildered by Rosie's sudden change in behavior. When the bottle arrived, Rosie latched onto it eagerly, suckling with the intensity of a true infant. Sarah cradled him in her arms, marveling at how small and babyish he suddenly seemed. After breakfast, Sarah took Rosie to the resort's "Littlest Learners" class - a program designed for the most regressed adult babies. The room was set up like a real infant nursery, with play mats, bouncy seats, and a variety of sensory toys. The instructor, Miss Daisy, greeted them warmly. "Welcome to Littlest Learners! And who's this adorable little one?" "This is Rosie," Sarah explained. "She seems to have regressed quite a bit overnight. Is that normal?" Miss Daisy nodded. "Oh yes, it's quite common here at Little Dreamers. Our special programs are designed to help our guests fully embrace their baby selves. Rosie's just responding beautifully to the treatment!" Sarah settled Rosie onto a play mat with the other "infants." Unlike yesterday's class, where they practiced ABCs and counting, this one was focused on much simpler skills - reaching for toys, making basic sounds, and even "tummy time." Rosie was in his element, cooing and babbling with the other regressed adults. He showed no sign of his former adult self, fully immersed in the role of a baby. As the day progressed, Rosie remained in his deeply regressed state. He napped in a bouncy seat, drooling slightly. During lunch, he refused anything but a bottle, which Sarah fed him while rocking in a giant rocking chair. In the afternoon, they visited the resort's "Baby Barn" - a petting zoo with gentle animals accustomed to adult babies. Rosie squealed with delight as he petted a soft bunny, his movements clumsy but enthusiastic. By evening, Sarah was both amazed and slightly concerned by Rosie's continued regression. She approached a resort staff member, Dr. Lily, who specialized in adult baby psychology. "Don't worry," Dr. Lily assured her after hearing Sarah's concerns. "This level of regression is actually the goal for many of our guests. Rosie is simply letting go of his adult worries and fully embracing his baby self. It's quite therapeutic!" "But will he... come back?" Sarah asked, watching Rosie babble to himself in a playpen. Dr. Lily smiled. "Of course. The effects of our regression therapy aren't permanent unless that's specifically requested. Rosie will likely start to 'grow up' again towards the end of your stay. For now, why not enjoy having a true 'baby' to care for?" Sarah nodded, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. She'd wanted to push Rosie deeper into babyhood, and now she had her wish. That night, as she tucked a sleepy Rosie into his crib, Sarah marveled at the change in him. Gone was any trace of the adult man she'd first diapered weeks ago. In his place was a completely infantile "baby girl," reliant on her for everything. "Goodnight, my precious little Rosie," Sarah cooed, winding up the mobile. "Mama loves you so very much." Rosie yawned, his eyes already drooping. "Ma...ma," he mumbled around his pacifier before drifting off to sleep. As Sarah watched her "baby" sleep, she wondered what new adventures awaited them in the coming days. How deep would Rosie's regression go? And when the time came to leave the resort, would he be ready to "grow up" again? Only time would tell. But for now, Sarah was content to enjoy every moment with her fully regressed baby girl... The next few days at Little Dreamers Resort passed in a blur of bottles, diapers, and infantile activities. Rosie remained deeply regressed, showing no signs of his former adult self. Sarah found herself fully embracing the role of mother to an infant, relishing the opportunity to care for Rosie in this new, more dependent state. On their fifth day at the resort, Sarah woke to find Rosie babbling softly in his crib, playing with his toes. "Good morning, my little sunshine!" she cooed, leaning over the crib railing. Rosie looked up, his face lighting up. "Mama!" he squealed, reaching up with grabby hands. As Sarah changed Rosie's soaked diaper, she noticed something different. His movements seemed slightly more coordinated, his babbling a bit more articulate. Was he starting to "grow up" again? At breakfast, Rosie surprised Sarah by pointing to a bowl of mashed banana on a nearby table. "Nana?" he asked, his voice small but clearer than it had been in days. "Oh! Does my big girl want to try some real food?" Sarah asked, excitement bubbling in her chest. Rosie nodded enthusiastically. "Nana! Nana!" Sarah flagged down a waitress and ordered the mashed banana. When it arrived, she tentatively offered Rosie a spoonful. To her delight, he opened his mouth willingly, accepting the food without fuss. "Look at you, eating like a big girl!" Sarah praised, causing Rosie to giggle and clap his hands. Throughout the day, Sarah noticed more signs of Rosie "aging up." During playtime, he stacked blocks with more dexterity than he'd shown all week. In the resort's baby pool, he splashed and played with purpose, rather than the random movements of previous days. By afternoon, Rosie was speaking in simple sentences. "Mama, play ball?" he asked, pointing to a colorful beach ball in the resort's playroom. Sarah's heart swelled with a mix of pride and nostalgia. Her "baby" was growing up so fast! But a part of her missed the completely helpless infant Rosie had been just yesterday. That evening, Sarah sought out Dr. Lily again. The psychologist listened attentively as Sarah described Rosie's rapid development. "This is perfectly normal," Dr. Lily assured her. "The regression effects are designed to wear off gradually as your stay comes to an end. It allows for a smoother transition back to the outside world." "I see," Sarah mused. "And what if... what if we didn't want it to wear off?" Dr. Lily's eyebrows rose. "Are you asking about extending Rosie's regression?" Sarah nodded, a bit embarrassed. "I know it sounds crazy, but I've loved having a true 'baby' to care for. And Rosie seems so happy and carefree in this state. Is there a way to... maintain this?" "Well," Dr. Lily began, her tone cautious but understanding, "we do offer extended regression programs for guests who wish to remain in a more infantile state. However, it's a big decision, one that should involve Rosie's input when he's in a more adult headspace." Sarah nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was considering. "Of course. I wouldn't want to make that choice for him. But... hypothetically, what would an extended regression program involve?" Dr. Lily explained that the resort offered at-home continuation of their regression therapy, including special dietary supplements, guided hypnosis sessions, and even optional medical interventions for more extreme cases. "Some of our guests choose to live as infants or toddlers full-time," Dr. Lily added. "We have resources to help with the logistical and legal aspects of such a lifestyle change." Sarah's mind reeled with possibilities. Could she and Rosie really live like this all the time? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. That night, as she tucked Rosie into his crib, Sarah felt a wave of emotion wash over her. The little one looking up at her with trusting eyes was so different from the man she'd first diapered weeks ago. And yet, in many ways, this felt more "right" than anything in her life ever had. "Mama loves you so much, baby," Sarah whispered, stroking Rosie's cheek. Rosie yawned, his eyelids already drooping. "Love Mama," he mumbled before drifting off to sleep. As Sarah watched Rosie sleep, she made a decision. When he was back to a more adult state of mind, they would have a serious conversation about their future. If Rosie wanted to continue this lifestyle - this deep, all-encompassing regression - she would support him fully. And if he wanted to return to his adult life... well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, Sarah was content to enjoy these precious moments with her baby girl. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and decisions. But tonight, in the soft glow of the nursery nightlight, everything was perfect in their little world of diapers, bottles, and unconditional love. As Sarah drifted off to sleep in her own bed, her dreams were filled with visions of a future where every day was like this - caring for her precious Rosie-Posie, watching her grow and learn, but always keeping that special innocence of babyhood. Little did she know, Rosie's dreams were not so different from her own... The final days of their stay at Little Dreamers Resort saw Rosie continuing to "age up" gradually. By the day before their departure, he was speaking in full sentences and showing signs of his adult personality peeking through the babyish facade. That morning, as Sarah changed Rosie's wet diaper, she decided it was time for the conversation she'd been both anticipating and dreading. "Rosie, sweetie," she began, fastening the tabs on a fresh diaper, "Mama needs to talk to you about something important. Do you feel grown-up enough for a big girl chat?" Rosie nodded, his eyes clearer and more focused than they'd been in days. "Yes, Mama. I'm listening." Sarah took a deep breath. "Well, princess, our time at the resort is almost over. Tomorrow, we'll be going home. And Mama was wondering... how do you feel about all of this? About being a baby girl?" Rosie was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. When he spoke, his voice was a mix of his adult tone and the babyish lisp he'd adopted. "I... I love it, Mama. I've never felt so safe, so loved, so... free." Sarah's heart swelled. "I'm so glad to hear that, baby. Because Mama has been thinking... what if we didn't have to stop? What if you could stay my little Rosie-Posie even after we leave the resort?" Rosie's eyes widened. "You mean... all the time? But what about my job? My friends?" Sarah explained the options Dr. Lily had discussed with her - the at-home regression therapy, the possibility of living as an adult baby full-time. She was careful to emphasize that it was Rosie's choice, that she would support him no matter what he decided. Rosie listened intently, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. When Sarah finished, he was quiet for a long moment. "Can I... can I think about it, Mama?" he finally asked, his voice small. "Of course, sweetie," Sarah assured him, planting a kiss on his forehead. "This is a big decision. Mama wants you to be sure." The rest of the day passed in a strange limbo. Rosie alternated between his deeply regressed baby state and moments of adult-like contemplation. Sarah watched him carefully, her heart aching with love and worry for her little one. That evening, after a dinner that Rosie insisted on eating by himself, he tugged on Sarah's sleeve. "Mama," he said, his voice more adult-like than it had been in days, "I've made my decision." Sarah's heart raced. "Yes, baby? What have you decided?" Rosie took a deep breath. "I want to stay your baby girl. Not just sometimes, but... always. I want to live like this, with you as my Mama, taking care of me." Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes. "Oh, Rosie," she whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. "Are you sure? This is a big change." Rosie nodded against her shoulder. "I'm sure, Mama. I've never been happier than I've been these past weeks. The thought of going back to my old life... it feels wrong now. This is who I'm meant to be." Sarah's heart soared. "Then that's what we'll do, my precious baby girl. Mama will take care of everything." The next morning, as they prepared to check out of the resort, Sarah made several phone calls. She spoke with Dr. Lily about enrolling in the extended regression program. She called Rosie's workplace, explaining that he was taking an indefinite leave of absence for "personal reasons." She even contacted a lawyer who specialized in adult guardianship cases. As they loaded up the car, Rosie securely fastened in his car seat and clutching his favorite teddy bear, Sarah felt a sense of excitement and purpose she'd never experienced before. They were embarking on a new life together - one of bottles and diapers, of unconditional love and care. The drive home was filled with plans and promises. Sarah described the changes they'd make to the house - converting Rosie's old room into a proper nursery, babyproofing everything, setting up a playroom. Rosie listened with wide-eyed wonder, occasionally adding his own ideas in his babyish lisp. "Can we have a big crib, Mama? And lots of stuffies?" "Of course, my little princess," Sarah cooed. "Mama will make sure you have everything a growing baby girl needs." As they pulled into their driveway, both Sarah and Rosie knew that nothing would ever be the same. The house that had once been home to two adults was about to become a haven for a very special kind of family. Sarah unbuckled Rosie from his car seat, lifting him into her arms. "Welcome home, baby girl," she whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek. Rosie snuggled close, his thumb finding its way to his mouth. "Home," he mumbled contentedly around his thumb. As they crossed the threshold, Sarah's mind was already racing with all the changes to come. But one thing was certain - their journey into the world of adult baby play had become so much more than either of them had ever imagined. It had become their life, their love, their everything. And neither Sarah nor Rosie would have it any other way. The door closed behind them, shutting out the adult world and enveloping them in their own special reality - a world of diapers, bottles, and endless love between a Mama and her very special baby girl. The weeks following their return from Little Dreamers Resort were a whirlwind of activity. Sarah threw herself into transforming their home into the perfect environment for her newly permanent baby girl. Rosie's old bedroom underwent a complete metamorphosis. The walls were painted a soft pink, adorned with murals of frolicking animals and fairy tale characters. An oversized crib, changing table, and rocking chair replaced the adult furniture. Stuffed animals of all sizes filled every corner, and a mobile hung from the ceiling, tinkling softly with the melody of a lullaby. The living room wasn't spared either. A large playpen took center stage, filled with soft blankets and age-appropriate toys. Babyproofing measures were implemented throughout the house - outlet covers, cabinet locks, and padding on sharp corners. Through it all, Rosie alternated between his deeply regressed infant state and moments of adult-like clarity. He helped with decisions about his new life when he was feeling more "grown-up," but spent most of his time fully immersed in babyhood. One morning, about a month after their return, Sarah woke to the sound of Rosie babbling over the baby monitor. She smiled, padding to the nursery in her slippers. "Good morning, my little sunshine!" she cooed, leaning over the crib railing. Rosie looked up, his face breaking into a toothless grin. "Mama!" he squealed, reaching up with grabby hands. Sarah lifted him out of the crib, immediately noticing his soaked diaper. "Oh my, someone's a wet little baby this morning! Let's get you all clean and dry, shall we?" As she changed Rosie on the oversized changing table, Sarah marveled at how natural this all felt now. The man she had known was gone, replaced entirely by this sweet, dependent baby girl. "There we go, all fresh and clean!" Sarah announced, fastening the tabs on a thick diaper decorated with cartoon princesses. She dressed Rosie in a frilly pink onesie and matching booties. "Is my baby girl hungry?" Sarah asked, tickling Rosie's tummy. "Does she want her ba-ba?" Rosie nodded enthusiastically, making suckling motions with his mouth. Sarah carried him to the kitchen, where she prepared a bottle of formula enhanced with the regression supplements provided by Little Dreamers Resort. Settling into the living room's rocking chair, Sarah cradled Rosie in her arms and brought the bottle to his lips. Rosie latched on eagerly, suckling with the intensity of a true infant. As she fed her baby, Sarah's mind wandered to the changes in their lives. She had taken an extended leave from her own job, focusing entirely on caring for Rosie. Their friends and family had been told that Rosie was dealing with some "personal issues" and needed time away from his old life. Only a select few knew the truth, and they had been surprisingly supportive. The days fell into a comfortable routine. Mornings were for bottle feeding and play time. Afternoons often involved naps and more structured activities - Sarah would read to Rosie, or they'd work on simple puzzles together when he was in a more "toddler-like" mood. Evenings were for baths in the special adult-sized baby bathtub, complete with rubber duckies and bubble bath. Then it was time for a final bottle and bedtime stories before Rosie was tucked into his crib for the night. One evening, as Sarah was rocking Rosie to sleep, she felt an overwhelming wave of love and contentment wash over her. This life, unconventional as it was, felt more right than anything she'd ever experienced. "Mama loves you so much, my precious Rosie-Posie," she whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Rosie, already half-asleep, mumbled around his pacifier, "Wuv Mama." As she laid Rosie in his crib and wound up the mobile, Sarah reflected on their journey. From those first tentative steps into the world of adult baby play to this - a full-time, all-encompassing lifestyle. It wasn't always easy, but the joy and love they shared made every challenge worthwhile. Sarah knew that the outside world might not understand their choices. But here, in the soft glow of the nursery nightlight, none of that mattered. This was their world, their love, their family. As she closed the nursery door, leaving it open just a crack, Sarah smiled to herself. Tomorrow would bring new adventures in babyhood - perhaps a trip to the special adult baby playground in the park, or a playdate with Timmy and his Mommy. But for now, all was quiet and peaceful in their little world of diapers, bottles, and unconditional love. Sarah headed to her own bed, lulled to sleep by the soft sounds of Rosie's breathing over the baby monitor. In her dreams, she saw a future filled with the pitter-patter of Rosie's feet in thick diapers, the sound of his babyish giggles, and the warmth of holding her precious baby girl close. It was a future she couldn't wait to wake up to, day after day, for as long as Rosie wanted to remain her little one. And judging by the contented coos coming from the nursery, that future stretched endlessly before them, full of love, care, and the special bond between a Mama and her very special baby girl. Five years had passed since Rosie and Sarah embarked on their unconventional journey into full-time adult babyhood. The initial adjustments and challenges had given way to a life filled with joy, love, and an unbreakable bond between Mama and baby girl. On this particular morning, Sarah awoke to a special day - it was the anniversary of their return from Little Dreamers Resort, the day they had decided to make this lifestyle permanent. She tiptoed to the nursery, peeking in to see Rosie still fast asleep in his crib, thumb firmly in mouth and favorite teddy bear clutched tight. Sarah's heart swelled with love as she watched her precious baby girl sleep. Rosie had remained in a deeply regressed state for the majority of the past five years, with only occasional moments of adult-like clarity. Those moments had become rarer as time went on, and now Rosie was, for all intents and purposes, the infant he appeared to be. "Wake up, my little sunshine," Sarah cooed softly, lowering the crib railing. "It's a very special day!" Rosie stirred, blinking sleepily up at Sarah. "Mama?" he mumbled around his thumb. "That's right, baby girl. Mama's here," Sarah smiled, lifting Rosie into her arms. She carried him to the changing table, efficiently changing his soaked nighttime diaper. "Does my little princess remember what day it is?" Sarah asked as she powdered Rosie's bottom. Rosie's brow furrowed in concentration, a flicker of his adult self shining through. "Anni... anniversary?" he lisped. "That's right!" Sarah beamed, fastening a fresh diaper around Rosie's waist. "It's been five whole years since you became Mama's full-time baby girl. And you know what? They've been the happiest five years of Mama's life." Rosie's face lit up with a toothless grin. "Happy, Mama! Wuv you!" Sarah's eyes misted with tears of joy as she dressed Rosie in a special outfit for the day - a frilly pink dress with matching bonnet and booties. "Mama loves you too, sweetie. More than you could ever know." The day was filled with all of Rosie's favorite activities. They had a picnic in the backyard, complete with a bottle of special formula for Rosie and finger sandwiches for Sarah. They played in the sandbox Sarah had installed, building castles and making "sand pies." In the afternoon, they had a tea party with all of Rosie's stuffed animals as guests. Sarah served actual tea in Rosie's sippy cup, a rare treat that had him giggling with delight. As evening approached, Sarah gave Rosie a bubble bath, complete with his favorite rubber duckies and boat toys. Rosie splashed and played, his laughter echoing off the bathroom tiles. After the bath, Sarah dressed Rosie in his coziest footed sleeper and settled into the rocking chair for their nightly bottle and story time. As Rosie suckled contentedly on his bottle, Sarah read "Love You Forever," a story that had taken on new meaning in their life together. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be," Sarah read, her voice thick with emotion. Rosie looked up at Sarah, his eyes wide and full of love. He popped the bottle out of his mouth for a moment and, in a rare moment of clarity, spoke softly, "And as long as I'm living, your baby I'll be, Mama." Sarah's breath caught in her throat, tears spilling down her cheeks. She hugged Rosie tightly, overwhelmed by the depth of their bond. "Oh, my precious Rosie-Posie," she whispered, "you are the greatest gift I could ever have asked for." After finishing the bottle and story, Sarah carried a sleepy Rosie to his crib. She tucked him in, surrounding him with his favorite stuffed animals and making sure his special blankie was within reach. "Goodnight, my sweet baby girl," Sarah cooed, winding up the mobile above the crib. "Mama loves you to the moon and back." Rosie yawned, his eyelids already drooping. "Nigh-night, Mama," he mumbled around his pacifier. "Wuv you mostest." As Sarah turned to leave, Rosie's tiny voice called out once more. "Mama?" "Yes, sweetie?" Sarah paused at the door. "Forever baby?" Rosie asked, his voice small and sleepy. Sarah's heart melted. She returned to the crib, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Rosie's forehead. "Yes, my darling. You'll be Mama's baby forever and always." Satisfied, Rosie snuggled deeper into his blankets, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on his face. Sarah stood watching him for a few moments, marveling at the journey that had brought them here. From those first hesitant steps into the world of adult baby play to this life of full-time love and care, every moment had been worth it. As she finally left the nursery, leaving the door cracked open as always, Sarah felt a profound sense of peace and happiness. Their life might be unconventional, but it was filled with more love and joy than she had ever thought possible. In the soft glow of the nightlight, surrounded by the trappings of infanthood, Rosie slept peacefully, secure in the knowledge that he was, and always would be, Mama's precious baby girl. And Sarah, listening to the soft sounds of Rosie's breathing over the baby monitor, knew that she had found her true calling in life - being the devoted Mama to the most special baby girl in the world. Their story, which had begun with curiosity and experimentation, had blossomed into a tale of unconditional love, unwavering commitment, and the purest form of happiness. In their own unique way, Rosie and Sarah had found their happily ever after - one filled with diapers, bottles, and a love that would last forever and always. And so, in a house filled with the soft scent of baby powder and the gentle tinkling of mobiles, Mama and baby drifted off to sleep, ready to wake to another day in their own special paradise - a world where love knew no boundaries, and where being true to oneself meant embracing the baby within. The end... or perhaps, just the beginning of a lifetime of love, care, and endless adventures in the magical world of eternal babyhood.

At its core, overpopulation had led to many of the issues the world was facing today. The majority of these issues could have been easily fixed if properly addressed, or at least mitigated with proper legislation, but of course that wasn’t how things had gone. By now, we had reached a point of no return, and many had lost any hope of restoring the balance amongst the general populace. But hey, look on the bright side. At this point, overpopulation wasn’t even the biggest issue we were facing anymore. The wealth gap, or rather the segregation of the rich and poor had brought us lower class citizens to a slum-like state, even though we made up more than 80% of the population. Poverty had become the new norm, and those that were lucky took the few jobs made available, allowing them to live at a moderate level of comfort, that is if you count having a tin roof over your head comfort. Although, compared to most, it was. Others fought for what limited government assistance was made available each month, but most of us had come to accept the state of it, or at least tolerate the way things had become. Starvation was the norm. Exposure to the elements, and a complete disregard for any form of sanitization or comfort was the new way of life. As one might expect, crime had begun to skyrocket in recent years as more and more turned to crime as a means to survive. Prisons quickly reached max capacity, many using the prison system as a means to survive. Afterall, a warm meal and a bed was more than most of us had on the streets. But it didn’t help that they had indirectly disadvantaged the rest of us by forcing the authorities to create a new solution as serving your time was no longer possible with the new crime rates. And thus, the lottery system was created. Now, when you committed a crime, with prison time out of the picture, the sentences had to be something aside from prison time, and boy did they let their imaginations run wild. Of course, most saw this coming as the government slowly expanded their assistant efforts to be focused on improving the lives of the Uppers rather than the majority. I can still remember when they first announced their multi step plan, creating jobs to help better keep the two worlds apart. The Commissioners Authority they had called it. Promising a few thousands jobs to the lucky ones to help keep the poor in check. Ingenious if you ask me. Using the poor to help fight off the poor. And it worked of course. Life was so miserable for most, that even the mere chance at a better life was priceless. Even if it meant turning on their friends and families. But nonetheless, it only took a few years after its creation for people to realize that they had to take matters into their own hands. A true crime in the Authorities eyes. Most were just stealing food to feed their empty stomachs, or stealing power from local shops or unsuspecting neighbors, hoping to stay warm and save just enough money to afford the basic life necessities. Others turned to cyber crimes to hack through the financial system with a goal of getting rich, hoping to one day spread the wealth amongst the people and put an end to the current day norm. A cyber revolution. Really, any chance at escaping the slums for a chance of something greater was really the only motivator that kept most people going. Something better than what was currently being offered, by any means necessary. While most solutions to overpopulation had fallen to the wayside, once crime had begun to skyrocket, the Commissioners Authority quickly implemented a solution that killed two birds with one stone. Though, it was more of a solution to crime and over population than anything, not actually addressing the root of the problems at all. At its roots, it was a simple lottery draw for anyone caught committing a crime of any degree. Whether you stole a loaf of bread, or went on a serial killing spree, all crimes were added to the same lottery pool. I say lottery draw as if it is a good thing, when in reality it's one to be avoided, by any means necessary. Unlike most lottery draws, this draw was really used as a way to give out harsher punishments without directly handing out the punishments to individuals. It wasn’t a cruel and harsh punishment if there was a chance at something better. The sentences were made to be some of the worst things possible, with a handful of requests thrown in by the Uppers here and there to help fill roles for servants and essential workers, branding it as a “Chance at a better future!”. But everyone knew it was just a new form of indentured servitude, dedicating your life to make the life of the Uppers as pleasurable as possible. No one ever knew what options were in the lottery. Literally speaking, there could be a lottery ticket that grants you a billion credits, but you would never know it till you choose that option. More likely, was the forced servitude on distant planets in cold, harsh conditions, mining for precision metals until your body simply fell apart, where you’d then be left to the elements to finish you off. There was no mersey, but that wasn’t really the goal. The goal was to reduce crime, and more importantly, kill off those that were seen as a plague to the Uppers. The choice was simple, when you were caught committing a crime you had two choices. Immediate execution, or pull a ticket and enter the lottery. Once you pulled a ticket though, you had to take whatever it was that you got. There was no chance of escape by death if the ticket was something horrible. As such, most opted for death as they knew the awful things that could come from the lottery and didn’t want to take the chance. The choice of death was at least a quick, painless way to end the suffering that many were facing. But that wasn’t my story. ~~ I had been staying at a friend's house. Well, more of a friend's hidey hole if I am being honest. A small shelter pieced together with loose trash in a back alley way, held together with duct tape up on an old fire escape. It wasn’t much, but shelter was something that was hard to come by, especially in the colder months. There was a small space heater that helped keep the horribly insulated cardboard bearable, but I was wrapped up under what little blankets we had, struggling to keep warm. Alone, waiting for the return of my friends who had left earlier that morning in search of work. I laid still, trying to fight off the growling in my stomach that had been there since the night before. Perhaps I should have been searching for a job that morning too. I was stirred awake by screams of a siren outside of cardboard as one of the authorities hover vehicles pulled up within the alley. I knew immediately in that moment that I was fucked, but nonetheless, the fight or flight response kicked in and I quickly tried to scramble out from underneath my blankets, feeling the cold crisp air quickly chill my bones. I pulled the cardboard back, blinding myself with sun as I scurried out from underneath like some kind of rodent, quickly stumbling into the legs of two officers. I looked up at them, trembling from both the fear and the cold, still blinded by the sun, knowing it was over and that I would have no other choice but then to make the fatal decision that would lay before me. Unfazed by having watched me tunnel out of my trash pile, they pulled out their retinal scanner, the quickest way to get an accurate identity in today's world. I quickly got up on my knees so that I could at least try to keep some of my dignity as I stood there at their mercy. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby charged with the crime of unlawful residency and the crime of unlawful power tapping. You are hereby deemed guilty by the Commissioners Authority.” My gut dropped as I hung my head low. I knew exactly what to expect, and yet, somehow I was still disappointed. “Citizen ZZ1746890, as a result of your crime, you are hereby sentenced to death, or the lottery draw. Please clearly state your decision within 15 seconds, or the ruling will automatically be deemed as a lottery draw.” My heart was pumping faster than it ever had. I knew that both options would be awful, but I was young. I hadn’t experienced life the way I wanted. Death would be quick, painless and clean, but I just couldn’t force myself to say it. I sat there, silent, unable to speak as I listened to my heart pump. The longest 15 seconds of my life. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby sentenced to the lottery draw. As such, you will now be taken into custody and awake when your number is pulled”. With that, my world had gone dark almost instantly. Something I had not prepared for, but why waste energy potentially fighting a prisoner when you could use the custom implants that all citizens were given at birth to force them into an unconscious state. ~~ I stirred awake in a small white room, held in place by some form of magnetic field, holding the metal collars around my wrists and ankles tight to the floor. The fluorescent lights blinded me, as three individuals came into view. I was completely disorientated. How long had I been out? “Citizen ZZ1746890, we will now commence your lottery draw”. I looked up, trying to see their faces as my eyes adjusted to the lights. I could make out two guards and an older gentleman holding some type of tablet, probably using it to commence the draw. “Citizen ZZ1746890, congratulations, your lottery draw is complete. As such, you have been assigned to…” He paused. I could remember my eyes adjusting to the light as he said this, allowing me to see the confusion on his face as he read my ticket aloud. “Eh- Congratulations Citizen ZZ1746890, you have received a custom request ticket. This means that someone in the Uppers has put in a personal request and the system believes that you fit the bill”. My heart skipped a beat. Had this really happened? Had I really been given one of the better tickets, a chance at a better life? Had the rumors really been true? “As per the ticket, I will read out the request and all matching descriptors. If at any point you believe this request is unfit for you, this is the rare case you can discard the ticket.” “Discard?” I had asked. “Yes Citizen ZZ1746890, this request is an unusual one, but one that the requester wants to ensure will fit. As such, if you are unwilling to fit the descriptor, or know that you will be unable, you may request a single redraw. Might I add that we both know that by discarding this ticket, no matter its descriptor, you will be throwing away your single best shot at even a decent life.” I gulped. “Eh hem, Ambassador Obleece and his wife request a single ticket holder to serve as their…third party sexual partner to play the role of a sexually submissive adult baby…” I remembered hearing that, and just wondering what the fuck. Part of me wanted to decline in the moment, but what the man had said was true. This was likely far better than any other potential outcome, especially if the rumors were true. “The descriptor details are as follows. Ticket recipient: Must be 18+. Must be under 5’ 2”. Must come from an impoverished background, preferably from the streets. Must be a non violent crime. Must be a virgin. Must be free of any disease or contamination…and the rest goes on to be explicit details about your biological make up. Do you, Citizen ZZ1746890, accept your ticket, or do you wish to exercise your right and use your single discard?” “Biological make up?” I stumbled, unsure of what that was supposed to mean. “Specific identifiers of your biological make up are specified, including brain performance, blood type, specific gene pools, etc. The list goes on and on, but I can assure you the system has already verified that all of these things match. I can go into more detail if you really insist, but if I am being blunt, neither you, nor I am going to understand what these identifiers mean. Now, do you accept or wish to discard?” “I- I accept,” I had forced out, knowing damn well that I had no idea what to expect. ~~ Of course, in typical fashion of the Commissioners Authority, that was the last thing I remember before waking up where I am now. Though, I’m not too sure where that is. All I know is that I am inside of a small metal box, with a few air holes poked through to help me breathe. I could see blue skies and rolling clouds, as well as the faintest glimpse of the siding of a rather nice looking home, two things you would surely never see in the slums. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stories and want to help support me in creating more, please consider supporting me on my Patreon.

This is my first story. I am not a writer, editor, English major, in fact did not go past high school. I passed English with a solid C-, and I am usually high and horny when I work on this lol so I apologize now for any grammatical errors, sentence structures, changing tenses, paragraph breaking, etc... Lazy Bum (Day 0&1) Day 0 “Give me your phone.” Kim stated holding out her hand. “What?” I said not understanding why she is asking for my phone right now. “Give me your phone.” She repeated more sternly. “Why?” again not sure why she is asking for my phone. “I am taking it from you. It seems to be a distraction for you in finding a job so I am going to take it from you.” “What, like you’re grounding me from my phone?” “If it helps you to think of it in childish terms, then sure, I’m grounding you from your phone.” She said rolling her eyes, “God you’re such a child.” “No way! That is ridiculous, I’m a grown man, there’s no way I’m being grounded!” She chuckled at me when I said ‘grown man’ “You were only supposed to be here for a short period of time, like maybe a month. It has been almost 5 now. And the only thing you seem to use your phone for anyway is to look at porn and jerk off.” I tried to interject but she continued over me, “I see the crusty tissues in the trash when I get home. Not just one either, but several. I’ve never gone through and counted, because… eww I’m not touching your disgusting mess. So maybe if you didn’t have porn as a distraction, you could find a job and get your own place. Then you can jerk off all over the place whenever you want.” She held out her hand again, looking straight at me with a stern look in her eyes and said “So, give me your phone.” “No,” I said. "This is ridiculous, I’m not giving you my phone just because you told me to.“ I could see her starting to fume, "I am going to make this very simple for you, give me your phone, or get your shit and get out.” “Fine,” I said. “I went to the back room I had been staying in, and packed up my stuff. I didn’t have much, when stuck having to couch surf best to have things that can fit in a couple bags. After ten minutes I had all my things and was heading out the door. She was waiting for me, held out her hand and just said "Key.” I reached in my pocket and handed her back her spare key, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye from either of us. I was still so pissed, and obviously by the look on her face she was too. I got an Oober, but didn’t know where I was going. This wasn’t a planned out thing, so I just went to a bar to have a drink and figure out my next move. I went through my phone to find a place to crash for the night. I sent out a mass text, to anyone on my phone that was in the area “Hey guys, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Thanks.” I had a drink as the responses began to come in, like “sorry man,” or “wish I had the room,” and that was from the ones that did respond. Desperate trying to figure out what to do, I sent a Fakebook post to reach anyone that I may know saying, “Hey, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Or if you know someone that has the room. Even a couch would be great. Thanks.” I had another drink and waited for someone to help me out. The responses I was getting back on Fakebook were the same as the texts. It was getting late and no one had come to help me out, so not sure what to do, I decided to find some cheap hotel in the area. I didn’t really have the money for it, but I can put it on my credit card. Besides it is just for one night, by the morning someone should come through for me. I settled in my room and as soon as I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed, I went to a couple of my favorite porn sites, and went to my favorites on my accounts. I had so many things, usually along the lines of degrading things done to women. Things like bukkake, and pov blowjobs while the guy is verbal humiliating her, gangbangs, and things like that. I would watch bukkake porn and love seeing a woman there covered in cum, while guy after guy releases his load on her, the cum all over her face, on her lips, some seeping in her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her tits. Seeing a girl like that serving all these men, I would sometime imagine that the girl was Kim and I was the last guy that cums on her face. Or videos of guys dominating women while she services him, from his point of view so I can pretend it is me telling her to get on her knees and to crawl over to me, to undo my pants and start sucking my cock. Calling her a slut, a bitch, a cum hungry little whore. Grabbing her pigtails like handlebars and shoving my dick down her throat, while she gags and takes it. I’d love to do that to Kim, holding my cock down her throat as I cum into her stomach. The amount of times I have cum thinking of doing these things to her. A lot of those tissues she mentioned were from just that. I went through some of these videos on my phone jerking off until I came on my stomach, tired and not really caring I wiped my cum off on the bed sheet and went to sleep. Day 1 In the morning when I woke up I checked my phone and nothing new, just a couple more responses of “best of luck finding something.” Check out isn’t for another 3 hours, so I went back to my porn sites and jerked off to more of my favorite videos. Just like last night after I came and I wiped it off on the sheets. I tried to figure out what to do after check out, I figure I could walk around until something came up. Before check out I jerked off one more time and wiped it on the sheets again. I took my two bags and checked out. I walked around with my bags for a couple hours, I went to a fast food place to get a late lunch off the dollar menu, and had to decide what to do. I could get another hotel room, but I couldn’t really afford to keep getting a room. I didn’t even have the money for the one last night, but hopefully I’ll have the money by the time my credit card bill comes in. No one seems to be coming to my rescue. Maybe Kim has calmed down and will let me come back. Maybe she’s calm enough and will realize how ridiculous it is for her to try and ground me from my phone. But even if she still wants my phone, that’s a small price to pay for a roof over my head. I was humiliated knocking on her door, having to crawl back to her, so when I knocked it ended up being barely audible. I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. After waiting for a minute she answered the door and said “What do you want?” “Hey Kim, I was wondering if…” I was trying to find the words. “If… use your big boy words, what are you wondering?” “Um… if… I mean… you know… with uh yester… I mean… umm…” The stern look on her face and her mocking tone threw me off and I could only seem to stammer. “You were wondering if you could come back and stay with me?” she said in an almost icy tone. Unable to look her in the eyes anymore, I looked down and said “Yes.” “Are you sorry with how you talked to me?” she asked in a condescending tone. Still looking down I said, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, I am sorry for how I talked to you.” “Are you going to listen to my rules from now on?” “Yes.” “Yes what? Use your words.” I felt like a little child having to repeat back to her everything, “I am going to listen to your rules from now on.” “Good! Let’s start by you giving me your phone.” She stated in a more relaxed and friendly tone. Prepared for that I gave her my phone, and she opened the door more to let me in. As I passed by her she then exclaimed, “Jesus you smell. Where did you stay last night? Did you even shower? You smell like a cheap whore, sweat, and cum.” I turned slightly red at how she stated it. I didn’t even think of taking a shower at the hotel. In the evening I was so exhausted I just jerked off and went to bed, and in the morning I didn’t even think about it I just jerked off a couple times before checkout. Not caring for a response she said, “Why don’t you go take a shower now.” “Okay,” I said as I was continuing to take my things to the back room. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked going back to her stern voice. Not sure what I did wrong “I was just taking my things to the back room to get my things settled in.” “I told you 'now.’ I didn’t say after you settled in to shower, I said now, so now means exactly that. I don’t want you leaving that nasty stench all over the house. We haven’t really gone over the rules of the house, sense you were only supposed to be here a short time, I never thought I’d have to worry about making them. But for now you need to know the number 1 rule that applies no matter what. What I say goes. Which means you will listen to me and do what I say when I say. There are other rules, but for now this is the only one you should worry about. Is that understood?” I was so taken aback by all of this. I was not expecting her to be like this at all. I didn’t even know she could be so stern, I was a little intimidated, I nodded. “I thought you had learned to use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” “Then why are you still standing here? Set your things down and get your ass in that shower.” I set my things down and went to the bathroom. While I was undressing I saw the door handle jiggle, then Kim knocked on the door. Still in my boxers I said “Yes?” With a little anger in her voice, “Open this door.” I unlocked the door and opened it, standing there in only my boxers. “I don’t like the idea of you being on the other side of a locked door, so from this point on you are not allowed to lock any doors.” She pointed at my boxers and exclaimed, “What is that!?” Looking down I noticed she was point to the cum that had stained on my boxers from earlier. Embarrassed by her pointing this out, my face started feeling warm, I could tell I was turning red, I couldn’t think of how to answer this question. “Is that what I think it is?!” I could feel my face blushing, “You can’t even manage to control yourself enough not to soil your clothes.” I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that will not make me sound like a pervert. Out of nowhere she asked, “Now, what are the rules so far?” Still trying to deal with her berating me about my cum stained boxers, “Um…” trying to switch gears in my head as quickly as she did to the rules, “they’re uhh…” finally recalling, “what you say goes, and um… I’m not allowed to lock doors.” “Very good! Next time without the stammering, you should know them by heart. And it’s only two right now. Anyway, your clothes are disgusting, put them in here,” as she held out an empty trash bag. Getting a little more used to this new side of her, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and put them in the trash bag. She looked unsatisfied and then looked at my cum stained boxers. Realizing what she was asking, I said “I will leave them on outside the door when I get in the shower.” With a heavy sigh she asked, “Are we already going to have start with the consequences of you breaking rules? I was hoping you could go at least what not even 10 minutes before having to start talking about punishments. I am not going to touch those disgusting things, and I certainly don’t want them touching any part of my home. So off.” Not even a clue as to what she had in mind with 'consequences’ and 'punishments’. Timidly I took off my boxers and as I stood up revealing my cock, she let out an involuntary chuckle. I quickly covered up, blushing even more. "I’m a grower not a shower,” I stated without much conviction. Laughing she says, “I hope so for any of the girls you have been with. Put those things in here,” she said holding out the trash bag. Covering myself with one hand I put my boxers in the trash. “Oh, no need for modesty. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. That wasn’t nice of me. It’s not your fault you have a tiny little thing.” This humiliation was getting to much, first my cum stained boxers, now the size of my cock, all within a minute of each other, I didn’t know what to do. Her being fully clothed and me covering my dignity with my hands, “I’m sure you are the grower,” chuckling again “now don’t cover up.” I slowly moved my hands away standing completely naked in front of her, she looked down again, “that little thing can’t be what an inch, inch and half at most. You’d have to be quite the grower for any woman to look at you seriously. Anyway, I’m going out for a little bit, shouldn’t be more than two hours. After you’re finished with your shower you can watch tv while you wait for me to get back. Now get cleaned up and really scrub that disgusting stench off of you.“ She closed the door and I proceeded to shower. I reflected on everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes. I was expecting her to be a little mad, but I figure it would just be her taking my phone and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting this. I looked down at my cock, thinking, it’s not that small. I mean it is compared to the guys I see in porn, but they are meant to have massive cocks. I’m sure it’s normal size. I saw that she had already tossed my soaps and shampoos. I used her body wash and shampoo, both of which had a feminine scent. I finished my shower dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get some clean clothes. I went to the front room and didn’t see my bags there, so I went to the back room where I stay and didn’t see them there either. I looked around the house trying to find where she left my clothes, checked the wash as to maybe she washed them all. I was going to text her, but remembered she has my phone. So in just a towel I sat on the couch and watched tv. I was bored and wanted to jerk off. I wish I had my phone. There was a Victoria Secret commercial that played and I opened my towel and started stroking my cock. The commercial ended, so I closed my eyes using the memory of my porn. I was getting lost on thinking of the things I’d love to do to Kim, how she would be on her knees while I throat fucked her, her turning around and to stick my dick in her ass as she rides on it. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, when I heard the door being unlocked. In a panic I took my hands off of my throbbing member and covered myself up with a towel hoping my load won’t leak out. Kim walked in with grocery bags and shopping bags in hand. "Don’t get up.” she said. “I’m just going to put these things away.” She walked out of the room, as I was going to ask her where my clothes were, but she just walked out not even seeming to notice that I was talking to her. This at least gave my erection a little time to calm down, hopefully she won’t notice it. Not long after she came back with one bag in her hand, she had a very serious look on her face, I was too intimidated to even speak. She walked over to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned off the tv. She was standing over me, looking down at me, as I was sitting on the couch in only a towel. My erection was quickly going down as she looked so intimidating. I began to stammer out some words to ask about my clothes. But she interrupted me before I could get an intelligible word out. “I’m going to need you to just sit there and listen. I don’t want any interruptions from you. Actually why don’t you just put your thumb in your mouth. As long as your thumb is in your mouth it will remind you to keep quiet. Because you are going to want to interrupt but I don’t want you to until I am done. After I tell you to take your thumb out of your mouth you will then have a chance to speak. If you understand, put your thumb into your mouth.” Perplexed by all of this, but I dare not argue with her I put my thumb in my mouth. “Good!” she exclaimed as if talking to a child, instead of a man… with his thumb in his mouth. “Now that thumb better stay in your mouth and you better not interrupt me. And I know you will want to interrupt me, but be good and don’t make me punish you.” With a pause she continued, “I’m sure you are wondering where your clothes are. They are not here, you can look all around but you will not find them. They are in my storage unit, you can have them back when you move out of here, but until you are ready to do that, they will stay there so don’t even bother asking for them. And no, you will not be walking around here naked. I don’t want to see that tiny thing between your legs. You will wear what I tell you to wear from now on, and that attire is not going to include jeans and t shirt, which seems to be the majority of your clothes.” Listening to this with my thumb in mouth, hearing that she is going to dress me now. I probably seemed like a child for anyone that would be looking in from the outside. “So…” she said reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangle pink package, actually the package was clear, what was inside was pink, I couldn’t make out what it was, she opened the package pulled out a fluffy, pink, crinkling object that had some childish design like unicorns and princesses, and slowly I started realizing that this was a diaper. But not a baby diaper, and not one they sell at the grocery store for old people. But it was a baby diaper made to fit an adult. I let out an involuntary gasp with a tiny squeal, like a startled little girl. “That’s right, you will be wearing diapers. And before you think of interrupting remember your thumb is in your mouth, and I will not tolerate interruptions. You were the one that actually gave me this idea…” She paused waiting for me to recall giving her this idea. I thought back on what I would have said or done to give her an idea like this. I don’t recall once in the time I have known her even using the word diaper or mentioned babies, when she realized I wasn’t recalling she continued, “when you said that me taking your phone was like me grounding you, it made me think of how childish you have been acting. After that I realized you really are nothing more than an overgrown little child that can’t even keep his boxers dry. So I thought you should dress like a child. After I saw your Fakebook post and the responses people left, I had a feeling you would be crawling back here. I knew you wouldn’t come back to me unless you had no other options. So last night I looked online for some a place that sold just plain white diapers for you instead of just adult pullups, when I came across all these adult diapers with baby style print. I then found that there was a store hidden away in the next town over that sold them. Apparently there are a lot of perverts out there that get off on this kind of thing. I couldn’t believe it, there are so many of these people that are into this stuff that there’s a whole industry that specializes in it. But I guess whatever gets them off. Originally you were just going to be in diapers and maybe a t shirt, but thanks to those perverts there are plenty of clothes for you. It isn’t the largest store but it had so many things. There were so many sections of so many different diapers, clothing, toys, and other paraphernalia. They had this large crib, a changing table, a high chair, even a rocking horse. Apparently you can have it specially delivered to your home. I couldn’t believe that there was enough people into this stuff to create a market for this. The lady that runs the store, Beth, was so helpful too. I told her I was looking to replace all your boxers and clothes with diapers and baby clothes, and she was ecstatic. She thought this was some kind of kinky perverted role play sex thing,” she chuckled at the idea, “as if I would ever let you fuck me with that little thing.” I couldn’t believe she laughed at the idea of us fucking. This was such a blow to my fantasies of her on her knees covered in cum while she begs for me to cum in her mouth. Now it’s being replaced by her laughing at me. I listened to this confused and a little scared, trying to follow along, at some point in all of this I actually started to suck my thumb I was getting so nervous. Diapers, cribs, what is going on here? People into this stuff? I wanted to stop her talking and leave, but I did that yesterday and look at where I am now. But she continued on, “I showed her some of your clothes so she could figure out what size you were, she couldn’t believe how bad they smelt, I was so embarrassed I had to apologize for you. She told me not to worry, and said ‘if a little boy can’t take care of his grown up clothes then he shouldn’t have them.’ Which I couldn’t have said better myself. When she saw the cum stains on your boxers, the diapers made perfect sense to her. Because of how small you are they didn’t have boy style clothes that would fit you. So unfortunately the only clothes that would fit you were in the girls section.” She then pulled out from the shopping bag a white shirt that had a pink pleated skirt attached to it. The shirt had in big pink letters 'LITTLE PRINCESS’. “So here is an adorable little onesie,” she flipped the skirt up showing the snaps at the bottom. “I think it is just precious with the little pink skirt that’s attached to it, and it saying 'Little Princess’ in pink is just darling. I wasn’t originally intending on buying you girl clothes, but now I’m a little happy about it. They did have diapers for boys that fit you, but sense you were going to be a princess Beth thought it would be ideal that your diapers should reflect that, and I couldn’t agree more. I do have more clothes, but don’t worry you’ll see them soon enough. As for now you will be in a diaper and this onesie. So if you are going to stay here you will be wearing this. Your bathroom privileges will be revoked as well, I’ve gone ahead and locked the bathroom doors, so this diaper will be your potty. Though I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day, during a diaper change I wi allow you to sit on the big guirl potty ans shit before I put a new diaper on. There will be no discussions on this, there will be no leeway, don’t even ask if something can be changed, the answer is 'NO’, I’m not budging on any of these things. You do have the option to leave at any time. You will be in your diaper and dressed in whatever attire I choose. It will take me about an hour to get your clothes from storage, and once you leave you are never to return. So make sure you are certain that you want to leave, once I get back and you take your things you are officially banned from here. I don’t care how much you beg and plead, I don’t care if you are living on the streets cold and hungry. So be sure your living situation figured out. I’m sure there are going to be times that you will have an outburst and you will insist that you want your old clothes back. But with the two hour round trip it will give you a chance to calm down and decide if you are really ready to leave. If I get back and you change your mind, I will take the clothes back, but you will be punished for wasting two hours of my day. I’m hoping with you not having your phone and having to be dressed in such a childish way and using diapers it will motivate you to find a job so you can move out of here as quickly as possible. Believe it or not this is for your own good, and I am trying to help you, but I also think this is an appropriate punishment for how you have been acting these past several months. So I will let you take your thumb out of your mouth, and you can ask whatever questions you have. So go ahead take your thumb out,” she said coaxing me to do so. I couldn’t believe everything that she just stated. That was a lot of information to take in. A lot of odd information. But I figured the main points, either wear this ridiculous outfit of a pink diaper and onesies skirt or I’m homeless. Not much of a decision, I’m going to have to do this until I figure out my next move. I removed my thumb and asked, "Will have to wear diapers all the time?” “That’s right, the only time your diaper comes off is for bathes and diaper changes.” “Will I ever be allowed to… um… earn bathroom privileges?” “You mean like potty training?” Her voice perked up at this, and my face turned red, I was going to correct her and say not training, just to use, “I wouldn’t expect something like that in the foreseeable future. But I’m hoping if you’re dressed like this it will encourage you to find a job. But I guess if you end up here for that long and you are a good little girl… then maybe.” “Girl?” I blurted out before realizing. “Well of course, I mean these clothes are from the girl’s section so obviously they are for a girl. So you will be my little girl.” 'Fine, whatever’ I thought to myself, normal had already gone out the window. “What if I get a job interview? I can’t go dressed like a little girl in diapers.” “That’s the way you should be thinking!” She exclaimed with some pride in her voice. “If you get an interview then obviously you couldn’t go dressed like that and expect to get a job. So if that happens you can go dressed appropriate for the job, which also means no diaper. So your reward for having an interview is you can be without diapers for that time,” she finished as if talking to a child. That was a relief, at least she hasn’t gone all the way out of reality and expect me to leave here. I couldn’t think of any more questions, except for a lot of what’s and why’s. After a couple seconds of silence she said, “Well sense you have no more questions, put your thumb back in your mouth, lay down there and let’s get this diaper on you.” She pushed my shoulder down on the couch with one hand and holding the diaper in the other, I didn’t realize it at first I was still shocked with the fact that I’m going to be in a diaper soon. I stayed, still in shock allowing her to move my body. My thumb went back in my mouth, she undid my towel and laughed again, “Hasn’t grown yet I see,” I had no response except to look away. “Aww..” she chuckled, “don’t be bashful.” She raised my legs and I heard the diaper crinkle as she slid it underneath my ass. She pulled out some baby powder from the shopping bag, and sprinkled it all over me. Looking at my pubic hair she said, “Well this is going to have to go away. A baby girl should not have hair there. We’ll take care of it later though.” She began rubbing the powder on me and rubbing my cock. This was not how I ever imagined her touching my cock, I have wanted her to touch my cock for so long, the things I have thought of doing to her. Her on her knees worshiping my cock while I tell her what a little slut she is. Not with me under her control with a soft diaper under my butt and her rubbing powder on it. But even still I was getting excited, I could feel my cock grow. “Someone liking their diaper change she taunted.” It was already fully hard, if she would give me a handjob then maybe it won’t be the worst. I was so close to cumming before she got home. She laughed at my cock again, “Oh honey, you said you were a grower, and you did grow some, but that’s not enough for a woman. Oh my, have you ever measured it? Maybe I should measure it for you so you know.” I didn’t know how much more I could take of her taunting my cock. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, “Oh poor baby, don’t cry, its okay. I won’t measure it, I’ll just tape it up in your diaper. And you can go on believing you’re a big man,” she giggled. This was getting to be too much. She lifted my legs again and rubbed the powder on my butt, then she lowered my butt back down and taped up the diaper. “How cute! You look so precious in this!” She rubbed her hand across the front of the diaper, with the diaper crinkling at her hand’s every movement. She squeezed the crotch of it, chuckling as she felt my hard on. She grabbed the onesie and raised my torso up so I was sitting up on the couch, “hands up” she said and I complied. She pulled the onesie over me and after my arms and head were through it she said “thumb back in your mouth sweetie.” I did as she said. She lifted my butt up and pulled the back of the onesie to the bottom of my diaper and snapped it. “Now stand up.” The skirt hit my bare legs as I stood up and I felt the bulky diaper between my legs. I couldn’t imagine how I looked, wearing a white onesie saying “Little Princess” with a pink pleated skirt which I doubt covered the bulk of the diaper. Pink diapers with little princesses and unicorns on them. And with my thumb in my mouth like a little baby girl. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, a part of me felt like crying. “Well how does it feel? Go ahead and take your thumb out and tell me.” I took out my thumb and I said the only thing I could really think of almost coming to tears, “I feel like a sissy.” She burst out laughing, “You certainly look like one.” She continued laughing. I think that’s even better than you being a baby girl. You are more of a baby sissy. So while you are under my roof you will be my little sissy baby!“ she stated with glee. I just kept quiet. Well why don’t you go sit over there on the floor, I wouldn’t want a sissy baby to fall off the couch and hurt herself.” I sat on the floor as instructed, hearing this new crinkle sound as my butt reached the floor, trying to find some way to sit that didn’t expose my diaper until I realized that the skirt was too small for that. "So let’s go over some new rules. Pay attention" She sat down on a chair looking down at me. “Rule number 3 is diapers are to be worn at all times and you are not allowed to take off your diaper in anyway, and as stated those diapers will be used as their intended purpose. Rule number 4 is you will wear what I tell you to wear, you will not be allowed to change your own clothes or pick out your clothes. Rule 5 you are to address me as Mommy. Rule number 6 you will only be allowed to talk when given permission. Your thumb in your mouth is only to serve as a reminder. And you look more pathetic with it in your mouth. That is it for the new rules. Now thumb out sissy and tell me all the rules so far.” I took my thumb out, “Whatever you says goes, I can’t have doors locked, diapers are to be worn at all times, I will wear what you tell me to wear, I will address you as Mommy, and I will only talk when given permission.” “Good Sissy! Thumb back in.” I did as she said, “Right now I don’t want you walking or standing unless need be, at least for the rest of the day. And no climbing on the furniture right now unless I give you permission, don’t want you falling off and banging that pretty little head of yours.” She reached in the shopping bag again and pulled out a pink binkie with the word princess on it. The binkie was connected to a pink ribbon with a clip on the end. “You can keep this in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about trying to suck your thumb while you are crawling around. Now come with me.” She stuck it in my mouth, and attached the clip to my onesie. She walked and I crawled behind her staring at her ass as she moved, feeling my cock grow in the diaper. She walked to her little home office area, which had a pc. “When I am at work you are permitted to use the computer to work on your resume and find a job sense you won’t have your phone. You can use the phone on the internet to make and receive calls, but you will have to be at the computer for them. There isn’t a voicemail, so it would be in your best interest to stay in here during the workday in case an employer calls.” She moved the mouse to unlock it from sleep mode, and she pulled up the user Baby, “So, you have your own profile on my computer labeled 'Baby’, which due to your suggestion I will change it to 'Sissy’ so there will be no confusion. There is no password, because I can’t trust a sissy baby to remember even the simplest of passwords. But I have set it up so all that you can do is use the phone on it, use Office, and search for a job. I have the parental locks on, so don’t even embarrass yourself by trying to look up porn. You are only allowed in here when I am at work. But we’ll discuss that more tomorrow on Sunday. I just wanted to show it to you now so you can see what you will use sense you will not have your phone until you decide to leave, it is in storage with your clothes. Now come along Sissy, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some food.” Though I wasn’t hungry, I could tell from her level of crazy that saying anything would only bring me pain. I crawled behind her to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen tile. On the kitchen table there were some more shopping bags, no doubt from the same place she got these diapers. I didn’t want to know what was in them, but I knew I was going to find out soon enough. She was rifling through the bags until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a large baby bottle with a pink princess on it and she filled it with water. She handed me the bottle and took my pacifier out, and it dropped hanging by the clip. I took it and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I was relieved to have some water, wasn’t wanting to sucking through a nipple, but I can’t say I am surprised. Somehow in half an hour I went from not even knowing that these things existed to no longer being surprised by what she does next. As soon as the rubber nipple was in my mouth I felt her squeeze my diapered crotch, I jumped a little in surprise. “Relax sissy, I’m just checking your diaper. I know I just put you in this diaper, but I don’t know when you went potty last,” she then squeezed the seat of my diaper, stuck her fingers in my diaper at the crotch feeling around, my cock twitched a little, I don’t think she felt it sense her finger was below it and she didn’t even touch it, “with all of these new and scary things, I want to make sure you just didn’t go.” She squeezed one last time at my crotch and my cock twitched more, and this time I know she felt as she let out a little involuntary giggle. “Now sissy, you know you are supposed to use your diapers for their purposes. I don’t care how long you want to hold it, but you will not be using the potty. But if you need a diaper change, you can get one in one of two ways. The first is you wait for my diaper checks like this just now, which I will give you, some times more frequent than others. But if it gets too uncomfortable, you can always cry for a diaper change. And I mean I want you to cry, not some little whimper, I want a 'wah-wah’ baby cry. You don’t have to have tears, but you better ham it up. ” I continued sucking on my bottle as she went to the fridge and pulled out a couple little jars of baby food. She set them on the table and again went through the bags until she came across a packet of baby utensils. These were the size for a baby, this was not made for an adult that likes baby things, but for babies. She opened it up and washed one of the spoons. “Okay, time to eat, so let’s see what we have here: chicken itty-bitty noodle diner, apple strawberry banana, and pea carrot spinach. Now come over here and sit on this chair.” I crawled over to the kitchen chair and sat down while she went through the bags and produced a large white bib covered in pink hearts. She fastened the bib around my neck and said “perfect.” She took the bottle from my hand, and opened the chicken itty-bitty noodle diner. “Here comes the airplane,” she taunted as she flew the ‘plane around’. “Open the hanger.” I opened my mouth as she fed the spoon in. This was so humiliating, her constantly speaking to me in that baby tone, now feeding me this baby food, which tastes like what it says, but a little off. It wasn’t bad, just a little off. Occasionally she would miss my mouth hitting my nose, cheek, or chin on purpose saying “Opsies!” and giggled while she fed me. Some of the food would drip from my face to my bib and she’d say “What a messy eater, good thing for this bib.” She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation too much. Next came the apple strawberry banana, it sounds like it should taste good, but those three flavors just don’t mix that great. It was tolerable, she is still keeping on with the airplane thing. Why can’t she just feed it to me normally, and why can’t this be over with by now? Even better would be for her to knock this shit off and treat me like an adult, but I dare not do anything even slightly wrong. She may seem ok now, but I can tell she is ready to turn into a total bitch at a moment’s notice. Finally came the pea carrot spinach. She flew the airplane I opened my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I cringed in disgust and as I did so the spoon ended up scraping along my cheek. This time it was my fault, “My we have a messy baby,” she laughed. She finished feeding me that disgusting food, I don’t know how I managed to get through it. “All done!” ‘Thank God’ I thought. She set it down to the side, took the bib and wiped my face, scrubbing a little. She put my pacifier back in my mouth, “That should hold you over until din-din. I know a grown person cannot survive on baby food like this. When I eat my food you will have a portion too. Depending on what it is I will be either feeding it to you after I eat, or it’ll be cut up so you can eat it with your hands. But this,” holding up a jar of baby food, “will be your lunch on the weekends. When I’m at work I will leave you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off.” Kim led me back to the living room, I slowly crawled behind her. She had me lay on the floor as she turned on the tv. She went to Netflicks Kids and put on some cartoon that was rated TV-Y, “stay here and watch cartoons while I clean up and put things away.fa” I stared at the tv while she cleaned up in the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back with my bottle now filled with juice. She set it next to me on the floor and disappeared into the other rooms. At first I let the bottle lay there, but as I was watching this mindless show I would take the bottle and start sucking on it almost absentmindedly. It was either the bottle or a binkie in my mouth. First wetting After going through several episodes of this cartoon, laying on the floor I started feeling all that juice I drank starting to work it’s way in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and continued watching this cartoon, but the pressure was getting to be too much. Even though I knew the bathroom was off limits, I really didn’t want to use the diaper. Another half-hour later she comes into the living room, turns off the tv and says, “Time for dinner sissy. Come to the table.” I moved to my hands and knees, and I winced a little in pain from bladder. She noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong, did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head no and crawled towards the table, she saw how slow I was moving as I was desperately trying to hold my bladder, “Hurry up sissy, you don’t want your dinner to get cold do you?” As I sped up I couldn’t hold it anymore and my bladder released. I froze suddenly shocked and in horror by this. “What’s wrong?” She asked looking at the horror in my face, embarrassed I dropped my head down staring at the floor trying to hide myself in anyway. “Are you wetting your diaper?” She asked with glee in her voice. I could feel tears build in my eyes. I couldn’t even help it, I tried to stifle them back, but I have never experienced anything close to as humiliating as this. She came over to me and put her hand on my diapered crotch and felt the diaper as it expanded and heated up with my piss. Still frozen on my hands and knees with her hand on my crotch as the diaper is filling she says, “That’s it baby, fill your diaper like a good little sissy baby.” Her saying that was the final thing until I broke and tears started falling down my face. I finally finished pissing in the diaper, and I could feel the warm liquid squishing around inside, the diaper felt heavy as it hung between my legs. My inner thighs were warm from the diaper. With tears streaming down my face, she asked “What’s wrong? Is your wet diaper uncomfortable.” I right now could care less about how the diaper feels, I can’t believe I have been reduced to even wearing a diaper, but to actually use it, and having her witness it and mock me made everything so much worse. The binkie fell out of my mouth as I was crying. “Well sissy, remember what you have to do for a diaper change.” I couldn’t even think of what she was talking about with everything else. If you want a diaper change I want you to cry like a baby for it.” I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m already crying, what else could she want. “Right now baby, you’re trying to keep yourself from crying because you think that you are a man, despite all the evidence to the contrary. What man wears a diaper when he doesn’t have to, what man wears girls clothes, and what man uses their diaper.” Crying more, but still trying to fight them back, I wanted to say something and argue, but she seemed to know what they were already. “Right now you’re probably thinking that you didn’t have a choice that I made you. You did have a choice, it was either that or the streets. You might think that is a valid enough excuse to keep your ‘man card’, but what man would have allowed himself to even be put in this situation? A lot of people fall on hard times, but instead of getting off your ass and doing something about it, you’ve just hopped couches until you were left with nowhere else to go. A real man wouldn’t have let things get to that. Make that a real adult would not have, but that’s why you’re in diapers. Now baby if you want a change, I want to hear you cry like a baby, I want to hear your ‘wah’s’. With all of this, that was not hard to do, and it was exhausting trying to hold back these tears. With tears starting to stream down my face faster I slowly built a wailing “waaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” And I bawled my eyes out as I was screaming. How could I have let things get to this? “That’s it,” she said and I cried more with embarrassment. She had me lay on my back and grabbed a fresh diaper, some wipes, and powder. “Let’s get you out of this diaper now.” She said as she unsnapped the onesie and lifted it up so that none of the pee from the diaper will get on it. I am on my back crying as she untapes the diaper and pulls it down exposing my dick, I can feel the cool air hit my wet diapered area. I am hiding my face under behind my hands. She lifted my legs up and took the wet diaper and rolled it up. She took out some wipes, and cleaned the entire area. My cock didn’t even care that it was getting attention this was so humiliating. She lifted my legs again and slid a fresh diaper underneath, powdered me and taped the diaper on. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it back. “Ok, let’s feed you dinner.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, tears still streaming down my face. I crawled my way to the kitchen and sat on the chair as I had earlier today. Kim placed the bib on me, with some of the remnants of my lunch still on there. She grabbed a plate of chicken and broccoli all cut up into small pieces. She proceeded to feed me as she did in the afternoon, fortunately it was messy like the baby food, and she was able to get every bite in my mouth. As humiliating as it was, I was happy to be eating real food, even if it is her feeding it to me. After which she cleaned off my face even though it wasn’t dirty. She put the binkie back in my mouth and told me to go back to the living room. I crawled to the living room, listening to the crinkling of the diaper with every movement. I sat on the floor criss-crossed with my thick puffy diaper between my legs. She walked in the living room carrying a small variety of baby toys. She placed them on the floor in front of me, “play with these for now.” She sat on the couch and picked up a book and started reading. She was reading something off the bestsellers list, it didn’t look that interesting to me. I didn’t know what to do with the toys in front of me. I was sitting on the floor “playing” with the toys. Really I was just moving them around, I didn’t know what she was wanting. “Time for bed sweetie.” I looked at the clock and it was only 8 o’clock. Seriously? Who goes to bed at 8? Not like any it matters anymore. Wasn’t like I was actually doing anything entertaining. She walked down the hall to the back where my room was. I followed behind crawling. When I got in the room, it looked the same as it did yesterday, before all of this, except for the couple bags from that weird store that has all of this adult baby stuff. She pulled the futon down to a bed. “You’re still going to be sleeping in here, and still on the futon. Do you need a change?” She asked as she squeezed the back of my diaper and stuck two of her fingers in, feeling for her answer. “Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.” She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress. “You are going to look so cute in this.” She said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice. She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up. “Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me. Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me. I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor. “Stand up sissy,” I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view. “You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” She paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “Appropriate.” She laughed, “this outfit really does look appropriate for you.” I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am. Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed. Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me. “Now crawl into bed.” As I did she gave my butt a quick slap. Not a spanking, but how a guy would slap a girls ass. “Just couldn’t resist with that fluffy little butt there.” I shook my head and laid down. She pulled from the bag a stuffed pink giraffe, and handed it to me. Knowing what she wanted I grabbed it and held it in my arms. She pulled out a night light, plugged it in, and turned out the lights. The night light projected stars onto the ceiling and they slowly moved around. She grabbed a blanket out of the bag as well and came and tucked me in. She set my bottle full of water in the bed next to me. “Now baby, you are going to stay in this bed until I come back in the morning. If you’re thirsty I brought you your baba, and if you need to go potty, well you should know the answer to that. I know it seems early, but this is the normal bedtime for a baby, besides you didn’t get a nap in, and it was quite a lot for you today. Tomorrow though, we will decorate this room a little bit. Nothing crazy, with all of this you should be out of here in month, but some posters and things like that. Something to remind you why you need to find a new place. Now sleep tight. No leaving the bed for any reason, or there will be hell to pay. There are no bars on here like a crib, so I will have to trust you a little, don’t make me regret it. Sleep well.” She got up and as she was closing the door she said “Night sissy.” I heard the click, and it was just me in the room, wearing a diaper, a dress, holding a stuffed giraffe, and sucking on a binkie. I’m sure she is finding all of this amusing. I could hear the tv on in the other room faintly. I couldn’t make out anything, except it was a comedy from the laugh track. I stared up at the stars as they moved around the ceiling almost hypnotically. My brain was trying to process the last 8 hours, and it wasn’t making sense. My eyes were falling heavy, I was so exhausted from it all, that drifting into sleep seemed to be no problem. I awoke sometime later needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was, there wasn’t a clock in the room. When I awoke I had completely forgotten the events of earlier. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard the crinkle and I felt the bulk in between my legs. Immediately my brain snapped awake and the memories of earlier flooded back in. I was standing up in a diaper and pink dress close to the door. Remembering the last thing I was told before going to sleep, I quickly got back in bed and under the covers. The tv was off so she should be in bed, and didn’t hear me moving around. I laid in bed trying to get back to sleep, but my bladder was not allowing it. I knew I was going to have to use my diaper, but I didn’t want to have to wait in a wet diaper until she woke up. I laid in bed trying to keep my mind off of it, but the pressure was already pretty high when I woke up. I was able to hold it for awhile to, I was trying to take my mind off of it, but it was almost impossible to think of anything else. I’m not sure how much time past, eventually the pain was too much and I decided to just give in and wet myself. I was laying on my back and tried to relax and pee, but the odd thing is, nothing came out. The pressure was still painful, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to pee. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to let go there, and still couldn’t. I don’t know why, so like before I found myself on my hands and knees and I was able to release. I could hear the stream, if anyone was in the room they’d be able to hear it. It felt so good having that pressure finally be released, I could feel tingling from it. I finally finished and the diaper was soaked. I could feel how much heavier the diaper was as it hung down much lower. At least this time I had some privacy and no one’s hand on the diaper as I was filling it up. I stayed on my hands and knees not sure what to do. I’m sure if Kim were to walk in she would be delighted at what she would see. Me on my hands and knees in little pink babydoll dress, wearing a pink diaper that is obviously soaked. I wasn’t sure what to do, except wait. Hopefully Kim will be up in an hour or two, and I can get out of this soaked diaper.

The Beginning. Mike was short, cute, and secure of himself. At least that was what Rose told everyone when they asked her what had she seen on him. After all, Rose was 6,0’’, curvy, and was on her way to becoming a police officer when they met. On the other hand, Mike was on his way to be a nobody, at least he cooked and cleaned the house. Chapter I “Is everything ready?” asked Rose, she was wearing an elegant black dress that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. “All packed and ready,” said Mike. It was the night of Rose’s promotion. She was finally becoming a captain, and her loyal husband was proud of her. In honor of the day, he had planned a small trip up north to Rose’s family cabin near a lake. They were ready, but before leaving, Rose told Mike one thing. “No drinks. Okay? I don’t want another incident” “IT was just one time” “Four, actually. So no more drinks. It’s my night. Please” she said. Mike felt ashamed, it had only been one time. The others were justified accidents. IT was not his fault that every time he drank he had to go to the toilet every twenty minutes or he would burst. It had happened during their second date, it happened again the day they married, and had happened twice in front of Rose’s friends. “I promise,” he said resentfully. They finally arrived at the hotel where the ceremony was taking place. Rose disappeared between the crowd and was having a lot of fun with her colleagues. Mike, on the other hand, was bored. Everyone was drinking, men, women, high ranks of the police department, and even the guards were allowed one drink that night. It did not help when Antonio, Rose’s academy friend began getting closer to her. Mike didn’t like him, he was tall, tanned, a good dancer, and fit. All he was not and Rose seemed to be happy with his presence. “Hey little buddy,” said Antonio. “Hello,” said Mike. “I must say so, you are one hella lucky boy,” said Antonio and turned to Rose “She is gorgeous” “Oh Antonio. You are making me blush” said Rose. “Thanks,” said Mike, doing his best not to throw a fit at that moment. The night kept going and the moment of the promotion was about to arrive. Antonio, Rose, and Rose’s rival, Becca were preparing to give their acceptance speech. Mike, still bored, was sitting at the front table. Rose’s champagne was there, and with the speeches coming up. He knew he would not make it without a drink. Just one, he thought, and that’s it. Just one to put me in party mode. He took the glass and drank. The night kept going, and Mike did not stop with one. He kept drinking, and by the time Rose’s speech was up he was having a hard time focusing. Then, a familiar pressure on his bladder told him that he had to run to the nearest bathroom. Mike stood up and left in the middle of her wife’s acceptance speech. Rose noticed but kept going as if nothing had happened. Mika ran but once he got in the bathroom he saw something he shouldn’t have. Antonio and Becca, who had received their promotions before Rose, were in the men’s bathroom making out and about to do what most men would think to do when they saw Becca. “Stop, stop,” said Becca “There’s someone here” Mike’s bladder was about to burst. “I-I’m sorry,” said Mike when they turned to see the smaller man “I didn’t mean to” Becca took her things and left without saying a word. “Good one there, little boy. Way to cock block a mate” said Antonio. “It wasn’t my…” And he felt it. The familiar feeling of warm liquid pouring through his underwear and into the floor. Then, the overwhelming sensation of fear, and finally, the one thing that had to happen every time he had lost control. He began crying in front of the toering and sexy man. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys! The first 5 to join my patreon will have a story created just for them. https://www.patreon.com/esmeeABDL This story's second chapter is already on my patreon,, and stay tuned in here for more of Jenna's regression enxt week.

This story is created for Kasarberang contest if you wish to join just click the link! this is only the start and have a bunch of chapters to come i just hope one person out there enjoys it! Word cound if curious 29,795 Story is 100% complete Chapter 1 A Young girl about 27 years old named ivy stretches after getting dressed, her hair a mess after just getting out of the shower. she grabs a brush and begins to brush her hair walking to her room. Her house was pretty big, she even had her own science lab where she could get into any kinda trouble she wanted. She lived alone and let's just say she's not perfectly sane but she balmes that on high school. Being a so called 'nerd' she was picked on a lot especially by a bully by the name of ash. He was the worst bully at the school. lucky she hasn't seen him since school, who knows she probably wouldn't even recognize him. It sends a shiver down her spine remembering what he made her do. As she thought her grip tightened on her brush before she chucked it at a wall making it smash through the wall and getting stuck half way through. She quickly jumps up and covers her mouth. "oopsie…" She sighs. "come on vy let it go it's been over 10 years learn to let things go…i was the one who lived though it not you." She scoffs at herself. "let it go? like hell! he hurt you I! He made you feel like shit he's the reason we can't sleep at night!" She nods to herself. "I know vy… Sorry didn't mean to make you more angry." She rolls her eyes. "you're like a little sister to me I. Even if we are the same person, I feel like I'm the one who's got to take care of us. And I promise if I ever see this man again, that ass by the name of ash. I'll get your revenge." She giggles. "ass… Ash" She smiles. "you like that one huh?" She nodded “Ya it was cute” She blushed and cleared her throat. "Anyways we need to get to bed, maybe we can get a normal day's worth of sleep." Ivy lays down throwing the cover over herself. "maybe we shouldn't have wasted all our chloroform… We could have used that to get to sleep again." She shivers. "like hell… that reminds me we need to buy more supplies at the store tomorrow." She nods to herself halfway asleep. "damn it I… Stop falling asleep so fast I'm trying to… Thin-" Suddenly ivy falls asleep, Her and her other side. If you didn't know any better they almost seem like two different people in the same body. She has been like this since her accident at school with the bully. Suddenly ivy begins to rock back and forth in her sleep as the nightmares begin. Ivy is being shook awake by her mom. "come on ivy its time school" A 17 year old ivy sits up yawning very cutely in an over sized lab coat she loves to sleep in. Her hair was a mess but she didn't seem to care. She wasn't the best at taking care of herself. "alright mom… any news on if ash got suspended after yesterday?" Her mom sighs and shakes her head. "unfortunately, I don't think so…" Her eyes get big. "what?! But why?! He exploded the toilet with a cherry bomb! How can he not?! I saw him do it and told on him." Her mom frowns. "I know… I don't know how he did it, just ignore him for now. school's almost over and remember if you keep them straight A's me and your dad will help you get that place you wanted really bad with the lab." Ivy jumps up with glee excited and ready to start school. "alright mom! Now leave so I can get dressed, a woman needs her privacy to get ready!" She laughs. "sure I'll see you in like 10 minutes when you get bored of combing your hair and give up in the makeup" Ivy blushes. "it's not my fault… I Could be doing something far more interesting like… Learning 200 digits after pi Instead of 100" Her mom rolls her eyes and leaves. "hmm maybe that's not a great idea. I might need to know something else, heh not like I won't remember it anyways. My memories are the best in the whole country. Shoot, my brains are better than anyone in this whole world!" She takes off her lab coat and has nothing on underneath. The lab coat was basically a night gown for her. She grabs her some panties and a bra putting them on. She grabs some tight black pants and puts them on then a sweater that says 'I love science' on the front and also puts it on. She runs down stairs not worrying about her hair or makeup. "Alright, I'm going to head to school!" Her mom stops her. "no, first you're going to eat breakfast. You skipped supper last night to study. So this morning you will eat." Her stomach growls loud thinking of food. "hmm well I do need something to eat logically. Fine I suppose I can eat." Her father was at the table reading the news on his phone. "we are proud you are so smart ivy, but you also need to remember to take care of yourself." Ivy goes over to the table and sits down, her mom nods. "Your father's, right if you don't who will?" Ivy though for a while. "well you and dad obviously, right?" They both look at each other and sigh. "me and your father won't be here forever ivy…" She says laying some pancakes down on the table and passes them out to everyone. Ivy looks down and sighs and pokes her food with a fork. "i-I know I just… Don't want to think about that…" Her dad speaks up. "you want to live alone in your own house don't you? What about then? Will you remember to eat? Will you remember to care for yourself? Another part of you won't be there to take care of you." She just keeps poking her food looking sad when her mom hugs her. "That doesn't mean we hate you or don't love you… We love you a lot ok? We are so happy you're so smart. But… Taking care of yourself comes first. Can you do that for us? If something were to happen to us we want to know you will be ok? Makes sense?" Ivy nods. "ya… It does I'm sorry. But I'll do better! I promise starting today uhh… Tomorrow ya, Tomorrow! I'll begin to take care of myself better and show you two I can do it alone!" They both smile and her mom kisses her cheek. "that mommy's girl!" Ivy blushes and laughs. "yuck gross!" Both her mom and dad laugh. They all eat their pancakes and ivy heads off to school. She has a pretty normal day at school. A's on every project like normal and not talking to anyone but one thing has been kinda freaking her out ash has been giving her this creepy smile all day. She honestly feels like he's planning to kill her or something. It Finally gets to the end of the school day and ivy goes to her locker and begins to put up her stuff when suddenly ash slams his strong arms into the lockers beside ivy making her jump. "ahh! What the hell?? H-hello ash..." He smirks at her. "heard you were the one to tell on me. Is that correct?" She shakes and backs up against the lockers gulping. "i-I don't know if ‘tell on’ is the correct term…" He punches the lockers again making her jump and tear up. She was scared for her life. "shut the hell up! Now I think revenge is in order." Ivy gulps, shaking more and more. "and I got just the thing for baby's who tell on people." Ivy looked confused. "b-baby…?" He nods. "Ya only baby's tell on the teachers to get someone In trouble! Now-" He grabs her by the arms and drags her to a empty class room and locks the door smirking. Ivy struggled the whole way. "look please! I'm sorry, let me go. I want to go home!" she cried and struggled. Suddenly the guy grabs her by the pants and begins yanking them off and shirt bra then panties she tried to fight but she was nothing compared to him she just cried in fear. Was she about to be raped? Ash smiles. "wow to be so ugly you got kinda a cute body" She blushed and screamed before her screams were stopped by something being rammed in her mouth some kinda gage with a rubber thing in it. She just cried, not even fighting what could she do anyways. But what was in her mouth. "I bought a bunch of stuff for a cry baby tadle tell. Like this gag special made to be like a pacifier so enjoy sucking on your pasi little baby." She was now more embarrassed. She keeps crying till Ash takes his backpack off and pulls out a large diaper with mittions and feet mittions that locks once they are on. there's no way she could do anything with her hands or walk. she shook her head making any noises. "MMM!" She begged and pleaded for him to stop but he forced the mittions on her and locked them the same with the feet ones he lays her down and begins to diaper her she cried during the whole thing a bib was put on her that says big baby. Ash laughs. "there we go a perfect look for a big fucking baby." She laid on the floor and cried. she had given up. "alright I'm leaving, have fun being locked in school till tomorrow. I'm sure once school starts you will be found, maybe even get a diaper change you will probably need it!" He laughs and leaves the room putting something against the door making escape impossible. Ivy layed there embarrassed here she was in a stupidly huge diaper and sucking a pacifier. She didn't have to but right now if she focuses on that it helped her think more logically. She begins to try to get the diaper off looking around for her clothing as well. All gone that ass hole ash must have took them all not only that she couldn't grip anything in these damn mittions she couldn't even stand this was so dumb there's no way she's stuck like this till she's found. She will never live this down. She stayed there crying all night. She was getting tired and cried herself to sleep when she woke up. She let out a whine that this wasn't a dream but worse she didn't wake up because it's morning she had to pee and bad. There was no way she could hold it till school started. It was only a bit past midnight she sat there and bounced trying not to pee. To take her mind off it it worked especially with the pacifier. Well for as long as it could. "MMMMM!!!" She screamed just before she felt the warmth run between her legs and her diaper begin to expand. This is not happening she thought. No way this is so disgusting she couldn't stand the feeling of the wet touching her but she didn't have much of a choice. She Finally begin to fall back asleep. She's soon woken up by the noise of people talking and laughing. She opens her eyes to a class room full of people laughing and talking. She remembers what happened and begins to cry here she is nake from the top up and in a soaked diaper bad enough it was super obvious it was wet being pure white with a yellow stain. Ivy cried till she couldn't no more; she was eventually saved and went home. And there she cried thinking of revenge. "hey… You need help don't you?" She said to herself she nods. "Mhm… I had a horrible time…i want revenge" She wipes the tears from her own eyes. "I know. Call me vy I'm a part of you, your more… Angry side and if you need help I'll be here for you for anything." She sniffs. "thanks vy…" Suddenly an alarm is going off, ivy sits straight up in bed. We are back to present, ivy hits the alarm clock so hard it breaks some. She rubs her face and takes a deep breath. "damn it… Can't we go one night without that God damn dream…" She gets her legs out of bed. "I don't think so...we have had it for over 10 years… I hate reliving it. the embarrassment still kills me… i-i know I don't say this much vy… But if we meet this man again you can take over as long as you need…" She smirks. "heh deal, now let's go eat. you need to take care of yourself" Ivy smiles. "I'm glad I got you here to take care of me vy"