The Princess Rites (Complete)

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Hey there babs and bigs.  This is a short one-shot I wrote because I was bored and I might have a thing for princesses in diapers!

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The Princess Rites
By: Sophie

Premise: The only way for someone to become a princess is for another princess to perform an unusual ritual.
Disclaimers: diapers, forced regression

 

“I seriously have to wear this?” she asked, holding up a fluffy white diaper.  The peasant girl was already wearing a frilly pink baby dress, a pacifier clipped to the collar.

“You want to be a princess, don’t you?” I asked, my arms crossed.  My gown was shimmering white, as elegant as any dress in the kingdom.  More importantly, it was long enough to hide the diaper I was wearing underneath it. “You know the rites.”

The rites were simple:

1.  Lay upon the royal bed, which had a glittering white canopy and pink silk sheets.  Everything about it epitomized the words ‘little princess’, and that was the point.

2.  The new princess had to be dressed in traditional princess clothes.  That meant a fluffy dress and a diaper.  All new princesses had to come into this world dressed that way, of course.

3.  Once both princesses were laying upon the royal bed, dressed appropriately, they would share a kiss.  Princessly powers would be shared from one princess to the other, and both of them would have the title.

I waited patiently with a smile on my face, a small blush on my cheeks, as the new girl stripped herself of her adult underwear and taped the diaper around her hips.  I kept a small bench at the end of the bed for just this reason.  When she was done, she looked every bit a little princess girl.  She sure was pretty.  They usually were.

Truth be told, I didn’t know this girl’s name.  She was just another in a long line of peasants that wanted to be a princess.  And I was so generous, that I didn’t even charge them for our time together!  Most of the peasants couldn’t even afford it.

I smiled coyly at the diaper girl in front of me, tapping the bed, beckoning her over.  She waddled to my side and crawled into the bed.  Every movement made her crinkle.  She put her head on one of my pillows and I stared into her beautiful blue eyes.  Gosh, I almost wanted to kiss her!  She was so cute and vulnerable, a nervous smile on her lips.  Lips that were so close to mine.  But I had other plans.

I rolled off the edge of the bed and pressed a button on the wall.  Rails rose up on all sides, trapping the girl on the bed and sealing her fate.  The door to the room opened and two guards came in.

“What… what are you…?” The girl’s eyes went wide in surprise.  Confusion.  Fear.  I could read them all on her face.  Truth be told, I never even knew the girl’s name.  I went through so many of them.

“Are you comfy in there?” I asked, expecting no answer. “Don’t worry.  In a moment you’ll start to feel sleepy.” One of the guards sprayed a mist between the bars filling it with a light aerosol.

“I… no, I’m supposed to be a princess!” The girl shouted and struck the rails around her, kicking and fussing like a toddler.  Gosh, why were they always so indignant?

“You’ll be someone’s princess,” I smirked. “Not a real one, of course.  I can’t let anyone have more power than me!  But you’ll be regressed to that of a little baby girl and sold off to one of my friends.  And they will treat you like a little baby princess for the rest of your life.”

“No, you… you can’t…” But already the girl was fading.  I watched her eyes droop as her hands slid off the rails, down to the soft silky sheets. “I’m… I’m not a baby…”

“Not yet,” I corrected her, as she fell limply to the bed.  I pressed the button again and the rails lowered.  One of the guards picked her up and carried her out of the room, to the treatment tower.  I thought she was cute when she walked in, but she would be so much cuter in a few days.  Helpless, unable to form a sentence, and incapable of keeping her diapers dry. 

“Send in the next one.”

The next one was another girl.  They weren’t always girls.  Boys could be princesses too; there wasn’t a rule against it.  And some of my friends wanted good little baby boys!  Though my favorites were the boys I would turn into girls.  They were cuter that way.

But this new girl was unusually gorgeous.  She wasn’t cute and young, like most of the lowly peasants.  She was older, in her late twenties or early thirties.  She had an air of confidence about her I didn’t usually find in these types of dealings.  I wondered how she got past the vetting process.

More importantly, this new girl was already dressed.  Her dress was lilac, fluffed out at the hips, and decorated in ribbons.  It was one of the better outfits we had to offer.  The diaper between her thighs was expertly taped in place.  Maybe she had a kid?  But I didn’t take meetings with parents.  After all, she wouldn’t be going home.

“Would you like to get started?” I asked sweetly, crawling into my bed.

“Yes, that would be wonderful.” She approached with unwavering confidence and climbed in beside me.  Each step was a chorus of crinkling and she smelled thickly of baby powder.  There was something so alluring about her… but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.  Either way, that allure would disappear when she mindlessly filled her diapers.

As we laid side by side, only inches apart, I thought about the hundreds of other people I had in this exact same position.  So close to me, so intimate.  They were basically in their underwear, and I’d never had a true kiss before.  None of them were worthy to be princesses.  None of them were on my level.

This girl though… maybe it was something about her eyes.  She wasn’t nervous or scared.  She was calm, like the world was already figured out.  Where had I seen the look before?

“What’s your name?” I asked.  I hadn’t asked for a name in a long time.

“Allison,” she said in an even voice.

“I’m Princess—”

“I know, Princess,” she said with a smile. “Everyone knows you.”

I nodded my head.  Well… time to get this over with.

Just then, the door opened to my chambers and in came one of the guards.  I sat up in irritation.  When I hit the button, they were notified.  But I hadn’t hit the button.

“Excuse you!” I said sharply. “I’m with someone at the moment!”

“I’m so sorry, Princess,” the guard said nervously, hurrying to the bedside.  I wondered what news was so important, something that was worth interrupting me, but he didn’t give me any reason.  Instead, he pressed the button on the wall and the rails slid up around Allison and me.  I stared dumbfounded at the man.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted at him, climbing to my knees.

“I’m so sorry, Princess,” he repeated again.  He looked like he might be sick.  That’s when it clicked: he was following orders.  I turned to Allison, who was still lying on the sheets, diaper fully exposed and entirely unfazed by the railings.

“You…”

“Lay down, Princess.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” I seethed. “This is treason against the crown!  You’re going to be in the dungeons for the rest of your life!” Her babygirl life would be a saving grace at the end of months - if not years - of torment.  She would worship the ground I walked on before I was done with her!

“Do you remember a girl named Addi?” she asked calmly.

“Addi…?” What was she talking about?

“Addison,” she corrected herself. “My sister.”

Her twin sister, I realized.  Suddenly I remembered where I had seen her eyes before.  I saw that same look: unwavering confidence, like she was going to make a difference.  Addison… she was regressed months ago.

“So you remember her.” Allison expertly read my expression and sat upright in the confines of our tiny crib jail. “She came here to be a princess, so we could take care of our family.  But we were notified afterward that she took charge of a far-off kingdom and left us behind.  But Addi wouldn’t do that.”

Note to self: come up with more convincing cover stories.

“So I asked around, she wasn’t the only one that didn’t come back.  Actually, no one came back.  They all went to take charge of some far-off kingdom, and no one even got a name of the kingdom where they went.”

“I’m sorry to hear you lost your sister,” I said sharply. “Maybe she just didn’t love you as much as you thought she did.”

Allison jumped on top of me and wrestled me to the bed.  I was never a very strong girl - I didn’t have to be.  It was easier for her to pin me down on the sheets.

“LEMME GO!  GUARDS!  GUARDS!” But the one guard didn’t move to help me.  No others came.

“I did my research.  I got in with the guards.  Some I had to blackmail, some I bribed.  Some just don’t like you, you know.  But they are on my side now.”

“Y-you’re crazy!  You aren’t even royalty!  You have no claim to—”

Just then, Allison pushed her lips to mine.  It was so unexpected, I didn’t even know what happened until it was over!  When she finally broke the kiss, my cheeks were pink and I felt a flutter in my stomach.  Oh…

“Now I’m a princess too,” Allison said with a smile. “And you’re just a spoiled little brat.”

“I… I am not…”

She shifted her weight so that her knee was between my thighs, then she pushed it against my diaper.  My cheeks went crimson and I let out a sharp exhale.

“I bet you’re already wet, hm?  The spoiled diaper princess, stealing peasants from the kingdom.  But there’s a new princess now, and you’re going to be re-educated.”

Re… what?  I shook my head and tried to throw her off me, but Allison pressed her knee harder to my diaper.  I sunk helplessly into the sheets.

“We will turn you into a little baby girl, just like you did with all those other people.  I’ll take you under my wing, as a princess in training.  It will take years.  Years of sipping bottles, years of baby talk, years of stinky diapers.  When I think you’re ready, I’ll raise you right, into a proper young lady.  But you’ll always be less than me.  You’ll always be my little girl.”

My heart was pounding… my thoughts were racing.  She couldn’t do this!  She had no right!  But she was a princess now, with a stolen kiss.  She could do anything she wanted.  And without the guards, I was helpless to stop her.

“Please, Allison… I… I’m sorry.  Please don’t do this!” Tears formed in the edges of my eyes. “I’m not a baby!”

“Not yet,” she corrected me.  The lone guard in the room passed a baby bottle over the bedrails and Allison plunged it between my lips.  I tried to resist, but a few drops of milk on my tongue made my head foggy.  I began to suckle like a little baby girl, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

[diaperpt]

That was a fun little story! It seems like you could develop more stories about other princess babies and it would be great fun to read about potential boy princesses who end up cuddly baby girls.