The Special Program

I edited a couple of the pictures for the sake of the story, and wound up removing the watermark, but these are all property of either DiaperedOnline  or ABDreams.

 

“Are you kidding me?!” Rainbow shook her head, hardly able to believe what she was looking at. The last time she’d visited her friend, Taylor’s, dorm room, it had looked pretty normal – basically the same as her own. Like most dorm rooms for littles, it was a bit childish, but canopy beds were better than the cribs at the other dorm; now, Taylor’s room, and attire, almost looked like it belonged… there.

“I know, isn’t it great?” Taylor giggled, looking down at her purple footed sleeper, the obvious diaper underneath crinkling as she wiggled. Rainbow’s eyes narrowed as she saw Mia, Taylor’s roommate, dressed in her own footed sleeper, waving to her from her bed. It had to be that girl’s fault… She’d seemed normal enough when they met, but Rainbow had always hated that she hadn’t been able to room with Taylor herself. Taylor was a smart girl, but she just refused to understand that there were people out there that wanted to turn her into an oversized toddler, and that the more she let herself act like one, the more likely that would be.

But Rainbow had been so busy with her own classes, and getting used to the college life, she had just assumed that Taylor was getting along okay… She’d met Mia briefly, and she’d seemed normal, not like one of those littles that actually wanted to be put back in diapers – after all, if she had been, surely she would have asked to be placed in the other dorm to begin with, right?

“No, it isn’t,” Rainbow crossed her arms. “What are you doing, Taylor? You’re just asking for trouble! You know better than this!”

“Oh, come on,” Taylor pouted, looking up at her slightly taller friend. “It’s not that bad! I know you always say, but you know I’ve always had some nighttime trouble anyway… So why not take care of it in the cutest way I can?”

“All of that is just for nighttime?” Rainbow nodded towards the bookshelf, full not of books, but diapers and changing supplies.

“Uh-huh!” Taylor nodded. “We know better than to wear outside… Besides, I only need them at night, even if they are comfy,” she giggled, scurrying over to the shelf and pulling out one of the pink diapers. “You should give it a try! Then we can drink all the soda we want, and not even worry about having to get up and run to the bathroom in the middle of the night!”

Rainbow raised an eyebrow; was that Taylor’s idea of a crazy college party? “I don’t think so,” she declined.

“All right,” Taylor sighed, frowning briefly quickly perking back up. “They’ll be there if you change your mind!”

“Yeah, okay,” Rainbow rolled her eyes; there was no way that was going to happen.

“It’s almost time,” Mia giggled, fidgeting and grinning behind Taylor.

“Oooh,” Taylor grinned, grabbing Rainbow’s hand. “Sit down! Mia showed me this great show… You have to watch it! I don’t know how I’ve never seen it before, but it’s awesome!”

Rainbow frowned and squirmed, her mind feeling foggy, as a strange, yet oddly familiar, crinkling noise followed her every movement. It took her a moment to realize she was in class, and another to figure out what had taken her so long to figure that out – the usually hard wooden seats of the desks felt a little better, slightly padded… But, as she fidgeted, she began to notice that padding didn’t end at the seat. She tried to squeeze her legs together, heart pounding as she felt smooth plastic between her thighs, and something thick preventing them from being able to touch.

She almost didn’t dare to look down, but when she finally gathered her courage, she saw exactly what she feared she would…. a diaper. Worse than that, it was far too easy to see it, as the skirt she had on wasn’t quite long enough to cover the infantile garment. It didn’t look like one of her skirts, so she guessed she must have borrowed it from Taylor. On the shorter girl, it probably fit just fine, but on her, there was no doubt what she was wearing underneath.

She gulped, fidgeting in her seat, tugging at the skirt, trying to find some position that would hide the shameful diaper from view as she frantically tried to remember what she was even doing in the thing in the first place. Obviously, it was Monday, since she was in class; the last thing she remembered was Friday night, going to have a sleepover with Taylor and Mia.

But she’d refused to wear the diaper they’d offered! She shouldn’t be here now, in public, wearing one, practically flaunting it… What could have possibly happened between that last memory and now to land her here?!

“I think we have our volunteer, don’t you, class?” Rainbow looked up from her thoughts to find her teacher standing in front of her desk, glaring at her. “Would you like to answer the question on the board, young lady?” Rainbow’s eyed widened, having no idea of what was going on in the class at all, but the woman wasn’t budging. “Go on, enlighten us,” she said, gesturing at the white board behind Rainbow. The girl gulped, anxiously getting to her feet, cheeks darkening as she heard the giggles begin.

Rainbow squirmed as she picked up the marker, knowing that every eye was on her, and that there was no way her skirt was hiding all of her diaper, even standing up. Unfortunately, she also didn’t know what she was being asked to answer, leaving her standing at the board, looking around and praying for somebody to give her some signal, some hint that could indicate what was expected of her.

“Well, we’re waiting,” her teacher said instead. “Or if this question is too hard for you, why don’t you just show us one of the ones from the homework I assigned this weekend that you didn’t turn in?”

Rainbow wriggled in embarrassment, marker hovering over the empty board uselessly as she waited for inspiration. She bit her bottom lip, trying to conjure up some memory of the homework she was sure she had to have gotten done over the weekend, like she always did, but those two days were still all just a blur, leaving her standing there like one of those silly, empty-headed littles that gave the rest of them a bad name, the ones that even she thought probably deserved to be in diapers.

But that wasn’t her… She was smart, independent, confident, and continent. Yet, as the teacher continued letting her squirm, she could feel herself starting to panic, which only made it more difficult to think.

“All right, that’s enough,” the teacher shook her head. “If you’re done flashing your diapers, being a distraction, and wasting all of our time, I think you’d better go visit the Dean, young lady.”

“No,” she gasped. She knew all too well what happened at the Dean’s office, though she’d managed to avoid it so far in her college career. She’d planned to continue avoiding it, but now… The teacher was already writing the note, the one she knew would seal her fate. “You can’t! I didn’t do anything…” As she whined, a warm wetness began to flow through the padding around her legs. At first, she wasn’t sure what it was; even after she realized what it had to be, she couldn’t accept it, couldn’t believe she was wetting herself, not here, in front of the whole class, like some scared little girl. The teacher looked up, shaking her head at the sight.

“Well, now you have,” she said, marching up to Rainbow, pinning the note to the front of her shirt, then reaching down and pressing a hand to the crotch of Rainbow’s diaper, with no regard to privacy or dignity. “I hope you don’t think that’s going to save you… You’ll probably get an extra ten for it. Now get going, young lady. No dilly-dallying, or you’ll be even sorrier.”

Just as the teacher had predicted, the Dean was less than pleased to find her diaper soaked, especially since it hadn’t been mentioned in the teacher’s note. When he asked her if she’d had an accident, she’d been too humiliated to say yes; that had only made matters worse, since he said that meant she’d done it on purpose, or was lying. Either way, that was another ten swats with the paddle to go with the ten for doing it in the first place, and twenty for not turning in homework and her behavior in class. By the time he was done with her, she was sobbing to hard to protest as he diapered her back up.

“I know college can be difficult for you littles,” he told her as he pulled the thick padding up between her legs as she lay there on the changing pad, sniffling. “That’s why we were hesitant to let you into our main program… If things continue this way, we’ll have to transfer you over to our more… specialized school. Is that what you want?”

Rainbow quickly shook her head; she’d seen the littles in that program. They had to live in their own dorm, and their classes looked more like kindergarten than college. She knew she didn’t belong there… “Well, you’re already at two strikes, and you’ve only had to visit me once,” the Dean warned her. “You’d better be on your best behavior from here on out, or that’s where you’re going to end up. Understand?” Rainbow nodded meekly, and the Dean taped up her diaper, giving the front a pat. “If you need these, it’s okay, but keep them covered up, all right? Some schools are lenient about their dress code, but we aren’t. We don’t need you distracting the bigger students. Now run along.”

Rainbow was all too happy to get out of the office, rubbing her throbbing backside through the thick padding of her diaper. She made a beeline for her room, not wanting to be seen with her diaper not covered… She wasn’t sure if getting sent right back to the Dean would count as her third strike or not, and she didn’t want to find out. That dress code had been part of the reason she wanted to come to this college – while she hadn’t liked the idea of them separating some of the littles out the way they did, she did appreciate that she had a choice. A lot of colleges gave littles ridiculous uniforms, with skirts as short, if not shorter, than the one she had on, so they could be subjected to panty checks at any time. Here, littles in the main program were expected to keep their underthings well hidden, not to mention clean and dry. If there was an accident, as long as nobody saw it was okay, leading to a lot of the littles in the program wearing training pants, just in case, but Rainbow had never had a problem with that. At least, not until now.

As soon as she got to her room, she went straight for her underwear drawer; to her horror, it was already open, full to the brim with thick, crinkly diapers, not a single pair of her normal, adult underwear in sight, not even after she pulled all of the diapers out, frantically searching for something else to change into.

She was even more determined to figure out what was going on now. She headed for her desk, but just looking at the wooden seat made her sore bottom ache, even through her diaper, so she laid down on the floor, trying not to think too hard about the other new additions to her room – it was hard to miss the new stuffed animalss scattered throughout, however.

She opened Skype and clicked on Taylor’s name. “What did we do this weekend?” she asked.

After a few moments, Taylor replied. “We had a blast!”

Rainbow sighed and rolled her eyes. “But what exactly did we do?”

“We just hung out and played games and watched movies and stuff,” Taylor told her. “You’re so much fun when you loosen up!”

Rainbow frowned. It sounded childish, sure, but it didn’t seem like anything that could have caused her to wake up in class two days later with no memory. She was almost stumped… Then she decided to ask, “What did we watch?”

“Do you really not remember? Are you okay?” Taylor sent her a sad face. “We watched your favorite new show, and then you demanded we show you all the movies they made. I’ve never seen somebody get so into that show so much so quick! It was great!”

Rainbow’s eyes narrowed. She’d heard rumors of TV shows and movies meant to hypnotize littles, but she’d always assumed that was just an excuse made by littles who didn’t want to admit they needed diapers. “What was that show’s name again?” Immediately, she searched for the name of that show, trying to see if there were any specific rumors about it… Her heart began to beat a little faster as she saw some sample images from the show, her memory slowly coming back. She moved her cursor to one of the links, a conspiracy page, but when she clicked on it, the text from the search engine preview was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was just a video, one that began playing automatically…

The next thing she knew, she was yawning and stretching, smiling drowsily as her eyes blinked half open. Her mouth muscles were working lightly, giving her an unfamiliar, but very plesant, feeling of contentment. There was a soft rustling as she moved, although it didn’t bother her too much in and of itself… Unfortunately, she could feel something cool and squishy around her bottom with each movement as well, and that was much less pleasant, especially as the smell hit her.

Her eyes shot the rest of the way open as her brain processed just what was going on. She was surrounded by pink, and huge stuffed animals, and, worst of all, bars. “No, no, no,” she shook her head, looking around in fear. She sat up, the mush in her diaper squelching around her bottom and staining her cheeks red. This couldn’t be happening to her… She was an adult, a college students; she shouldn’t be waking up in a crib, in a messy diaper!

Yet, here she was, doing just that. She clambored to her feet, trying to keep her legs as wide apart as she could and still keep her balance, not wanting to disturb the mass in her diaper any more than she already had. She looked around the room, quickly seeing that it wasn’t her old room at all, not that it was much of a surprise, considering her childish canopy bed had been replaced with a down-right infantile crib. She was in the other dorm now, and going by what she was wearing, and the state of it, she had earned it.

But how?! The last thing she remembered was going back to her room after meeting with the Dean… But she’d only had two strikes then, and she’d made it there safely. Why would she be here now?! She had no idea how much time had passed, or what she’d done, but the results of that were more than obvious.

“Hello?!” she called, furrowing her eyebrows at the strange, muffled sound of that before thinking to reach up to her mouth. She blushed again as she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth… She’d hardly even noticed it there, she’d simply basked in the soothing sensation of sucking on it… But no! She had to stop that… She wasn’t a baby, she didn’t need a pacifier, and she certainly didn’t need these diapers!

“Let me out of here!” she yelled, shaking the bars of the crib. “I want out right now!”

After a few minutes of screaming, the door to her room finally opened, and an Amazon woman wearing an apron, and looking quite displeased, entered. Rainbow had seen her briefly when she first toured the campus… She was the dorm mother, or mommy, more appropriately, of the littles dorm. “Your naptime isn’t over yet, young lady, so you will not be let out of your crib,” she said sternly. “I don’t care how full your diaper is, you can wait like everyone else. Now stop this racket right now… You already have a date with my hairbrush, and if I hear another peep out of you before I come to get you up, I’ll be doubling your number of swats.”

Rainbow immediately sat back down, mush squishing all around her bottom, which was suddenly feeling much warmer as she helplessly wet herself in fear. She knew she should stand up for herself, demand an explanation, do something, but she could only whimper a pitiful, “Yes, ma’am,” then sulkily pop her pacifier back into her mouth once the woman was gone, embarrassed at how much better it made her feel, yet still willing to take advantage of it – there wasn’t much else she could do to help herself at the moment, after all.

It took Rainbow a little while, but eventually she managed to fall back asleep, having nothing better to do with her time in the crib. By the time she woke up, she’d almost forgotten about what had happened when she’d woken up, at least until the dorm mommy came in to change her diaper, only to stop partway through to pull a hairbrush out of her apron pocket.

Rainbow squealed and pleaded, but the woman was clearly used to that, and refused to stop until Rainbow backside was bright pink and ready to be taped tightly into its new diaper. “I don’t know what got into you, but hopefully it won’t happen again,” the woman shook her head as she powdered Rainbow. “You’ve been such a good little girl since you came here until now.”

“B-But I don’t belong here,” Rainbow shook her head. “I shouldn’t be in this dorm! I-I’m a big girl!”

“Of course you are,” the dorm mother said condescendingly, picking Rainbow up and plopping her down on her feet, grabbing the diaper she’d just taken off of the girl and taped into a ball and handing it to her. “Show me how big a girl you are and throw this away for me, okay? Now come on, let’s go get supper.”

Rainbow was ushered out of her room into the hall, where she could see the rest of the dorm waiting obediently outside their doors. Most of them were holding rolled up diapers as well, though a few were proudly empty-handed. Clearly she had been left until last, likely because of the spanking she’d earned, or maybe just as an additional punishment. The dorm mommy kept Rainbow right behind her, the other littles falling into line as they marched across campus. A few wore onesies, but most, like Rainbow, had nothing more than t-shirts to cover the diapers on their bottoms.

Rainbow had seen the parade many times, though she usually did her best to avoid it… It was humiliating, but she’d always sort of felt like they must have deserved it, in some way. After all, they’d chosen to be in that dorm, hadn’t they? But she hadn’t… None of this was her fault! She just had to keep reminding herself of that as she carried the heavy, stinky diaper all the way across campus so she could throw it away in the special trash can outside the dining hall, before being ushered to the sinks set up beside it so she could wash her hands.

There were booster seats provided for the littles in the normal program, which were humiliating enough; the special dorm, however, was led to a special table and strapped into high chairs, instead. They weren’t even allowed to go through the food line, their trays were brought to them, and when they were done, they were all led back through the dining hall to their dorm. Rainbow tried to find Taylor’s face in the crowd of students eating, but she couldn’t see her.

She was taken back to her room and told to finish her homework before bedtime if she didn’t want another spanking. Instead of her usual schoolwork, however, she was given a stack of pictures and a box of crayons. As soon as she was alone, she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and threw it aside, getting to her feet to try to work out her newest batch of missing time, or at least some way to get out of this mess and back where she belonged. Unfortunately, with no way to talk to anyone outside the room, she was stumped… She paced the small room impatiently until she heard light, tinkling music coming from down the hall and realized people were starting to be put to bed. Frantically, she laid down and started to color, hoping she could somehow finish in time…

“Again?” the dorm mommy shook her head as she pulled out her hairbrush. “And you’ve been so good up until now…”

“No!” Rainbow wailed, trying to dart past the larger woman and avoid her punishment; it was no good.

“Poor little thing,” the woman cooed as she slipped Rainbow into a onesie for bedtime. “Two spankings in one day… I don’t know why you’re so grumpy today, but that’s a lot for any baby, isn’t it? Even though you’ve been naughty, I think you deserve a little treat for going through that. And I know just what you want.”

The dorm mother put Rainbow into her crib and left, only to return with a television on a rolling stand. “Don’t tell the others, okay?” she winked at Rainbow. “I’ll put on one episode, and then the TV will turn off, okay? No begging me for more! You’re lucky to get this one…”

Rainbow’s eyes widened as the DVD’s menu screen popped up. Her stomach dropped as she felt that same sense of familiarity she had when she’d run that web search, right before her last memory loss. “No!” she yelled, grabbing at her stuffed animals. Most were huge, nearly as big as her, if not more-so, but there were some small enough for her to throw, and she did, trying to aim at the television. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she had no doubt this show was the one doing this to her, making her act more and more like a baby… She couldn’t do this again!

“Rainbow!” the dorm mother scolded, picking up the toy that had flown wide, barely near the TV at all. “You stop that, young lady…”

Instead, Rainbow threw another. She was half-afraid she’d wind up over the giant’s lap again, yet even that was better than letting herself see another minute of the show.

Unfortunately, instead of turning off the TV, the woman went to the closet and pulled something out, then marched over to the crib. “Hands out,” she demanded, but Rainbow could see now that they were mittens, intended to make sure she couldn’t use her hands. She shook her head defiantly, but the woman merely grabbed her hands and forced them on anyway.

“I’m still going to let you watch your show, but don’t think this means you’re off the hook, young lady,” the Amazon scolded her. “I just hope they’ll remind you how to be a good little girl, so that the spanking I give you tomorrow morning can be the last for a while.”

Before Rainbow could say another word, the woman had pressed play and was gone, turning the lights off after her. Rainbow clamped her eyes shut, but as soon as she heard the theme music, it was already too late, and as hard as she tried to fight it, she could feel her eyelids starting to slide open more and more…

The next thing she knew, she was back in class… But it wasn’t her usual class. She and the other students were sitting on the floor, reciting their ABCs, earning stickers for doing a good job. The next class she was ushered to was even less challenging, as she was guided through making macaroni art that any toddler would be proud of.

Indeed, it felt like she was back in kindergarten, at best, rather than college. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help thinking that it was kind of a relief… It was all so much easier, and instead of struggling to get all A’s, like she had been, all she had to do now was show up, and make sure she got all of her coloring, and ABC worksheets done at night before bedtime.

But this isn’t where she belonged, and she knew it… She was smart; even if it was difficult at times, she had been maintaining her GPA just fine before, without having to switch to a curriculum designed for babies. She didn’t need diapers, either… Even if she found herself toddling out of class in a wet diaper more often than not, even if she went into it dry, she knew she was capable of controlling herself.

No bathroom passes were given during class – all littles in the special program were diapered, and not allowed to cover them, anyway – but that shouldn’t have made that much of a difference. Even in the regular program, interrupting a lecture to ask for a pass was often seen as being ‘distracting’, which could earn a little a strike and a trip to the Dean. At the dorm, they were allowed to use the potty, but the only potty was in the dorm mother’s room… Which was also where the only trash can was, so even if a little tried to change themselves, they had to either take their diaper out of the dorm to get rid of it, or go into her room, and thus let her know that they’d been touching their diapers without permission.

It would be difficult, and humiliating, but Rainbow was determined to earn her way back into the regular program, and the normal dorm. After class one day, she marched into the Dean’s office as confidently as she could, though as soon as she stepped inside and saw the paddle he kept hanging over his desk, she could feel a trickle of urine drip into her diaper.

Even so, she told him, “I want a chance to prove my potty training.”

“Are you sure?” he smirked. “You have to make it a whole week, young lady, and I just saw you wet yourself.”

She blushed. “Starting tomorrow,” she said.

That night, however, she made the mistake of finishing her homework early. When the dorm mommy checked in on her and saw that, she decided Rainbow deserved a treat for that, and brought in the TV…

She looked up from her blocks worriedly, wrinkling her nose as she felt something strange. She wiggled her bottom, mind still feeling hazy, then went back to her toys. She paused for a moment, feeling suddenly disoriented as she tried to piece together where she was, what she was doing… She’d been throwing a tantrum, trying to get the dorm mommy to turn off the show, hadn’t she? And now she was here, playing… She hadn’t been wearing that shirt before, either, had she?

She gave a little grunt behind her paci as she thought back, trying to recall what she’d been wearing. Maybe it had been this shirt… Maybe she’d won, and she’d just decided to play instead of watching TV. And she’d just been having so much fun, she’d lost track of time. That had to be it. She wiggled her bottom uncomfortably as she started digging through her blocks again. If she built something really cool, then maybe the dorm mommy would see she was smart, a big girl, not a little baby. It was bound to help, anyway, right?

It wasn’t until the smell hit that she wriggled her bottom again, more slowly this time. Nervously, she turned her head, trying to see behind herself, as one hand crept to the back of her diaper. Surely she wasn’t… She couldn’t be… She gasped as her fingers pushed against the mush inside the seat of her diaper, and frantically she tried to stop herself, tried to will her muscles to stop pushing.

“No, stop!” she wailed, feeling her diaper filling up more and more, despite her best efforts. “I’m not a baby…. I can’t do this… No…. Ohhh…. I’m gonna be in so much trouble….”

As soon as the dorm mommy found her like that, she was marched across campus, full diaper drooping behind her, straight to the Dean’s office. She stood in front of his desk again, biting her bottom lip and staring down at her feet, unsure of how long it had been since she’d told him she was ready to prove her training, yet certain it hadn’t been long enough.

“You know what this means, don’t you, young lady?” he asked, gesturing to her messy diaper.

“B-But… You don’t understand…” she pouted. “I didn’t mean to…”

“And that’s the problem,” he told her. “You obviously aren’t ready for even the most basic classes.” He started typing on his keyboard, pulling up her file. She stared at her picture on the screen, marvelling at how grown-up she looked. She frowned as she saw her information, squinting as she tried to make out the many nonsense words written there. She’d been studying words no more complicated than ‘cat’ and ‘bat’… Now, all those big ones looked like gibberish to her. She couldn’t even read the space that declared what her major used to be.

The Dean hit a few keys, and a few more words appeared on screen. “Can you tell me what those say?” he asked her condescendingly, like he was talking to an actual toddler.

“Yes!” she glared at him defiantly. “Up… Up f… Up fo… Up for…” She frowned, her tummy squirming anxiously as she saw the last word. She had a feeling it was bad, but more than that, it was so long… She’d had trouble just sounding out the second word… But she was smart! She knew she was smart, so surely she could figure out what a simple word was. “Up for a… ab… abo… abop?” She squinted, sure that couldn’t be right.

“That’s a d,” he corrected her.

“I knew that!” she whined, although she very much hadn’t. This was so humiliating… She was a straight-A student, an adult, yet her she was, standing in the Dean’s office in a poopy diaper, mixing up her b’s and d’s. “Adop…” Her stomach flipped again as she figured out the next letter, and suddenly, without even having to sound out the rest, she knew what it was. “Adoption?!”

“Very good!” he praised her.

“No!” she shook her head. “I can’t be adopted! I’m a big girl! I-I mean, a grown-up…”

“Not anymore,” he corrected her. “When you started here, you signed a code of conduct, remember? And according to that, if you prove yourself incapable of taking care of yourself, the school becomes your guardian… Of course, most of the littles in your dorm aren’t really capable of caring for themselves, but they accept it. It’s only the ones that are so in denial about their status that they have to try to prove themselves, and fail, that activate that clause.”

“No, I won’t let you,” Rainbow shook her head. “This is insane… I am an adult, and I won’t let you… I-I won’t!” She stomped her foot, her anger quickly building. “I won’t, I won’t!” She stomped her feet again, then plopped down on the floor, barely noticing the mess in her pants squelching all over her bottom as she went into full-on temper tantrum mode, kicking her feet and flailing her arms.

But he very much could. He plucked the protesting girl up and pulled her over his lap, yanking the paddle down off the wall. He didn’t even bother to change her first this time, just smacked the paddle hard against her messy diaper.

And that was that. From then on, Rainbow didn’t even go to her silly, baby classes anymore – she stayed in her crib until the rest of the dorm was at class, then the dorm mommy got her up and changed her, only to place her into her new playpen.

It was humiliating, clearly made for actual babies, and not even Amazon ones… And yet, somehow, Rainbow found that, when she was in it, she couldn’t get out. She was sure she knew how – she was smart, after all – but some part of her just wouldn’t let her legs work that way, because that wasn’t what good little girls did. When they were put in their playpens, they stayed there…

And while she was in there, the dorm mommy would bring in a TV and start playing that show. Day in and day out, she would sit there, helplessly staring at the screen, drooling behind her pacifier, her body all too happy to evacuate itself however it needed into her diaper as the show reminded her over and over just what she had to do to be the good little girl she knew she needed to be.

Every now and then, she’d get visitors. Part of her knew who they were, and why they were there, but the rest of her mind only knew that they were adults, and so she was on her very best behavior, babbling and giggling as they played with her, then, ultimately, left.

One of them would take her home, she knew. They’d adopt her, and then she’d be their baby, forever. Maybe she’d get lucky, and they’d let her grown back up eventually… She was sure she would do great at school, even though she was having more and more trouble every day when she tried to recite to AGD’s to herself, to try to remind herself that she was an adult. It was all she could do… Otherwise, she was sure she would go crazy, surrounded only by baby stuff. That, or she’d just lapse fully into her second infancy.

One day, however, her visitor was someone very different. Rather than being an Amazon, it was somebody her size… Someone she knew very well. “Taylow!” she squealed from behind her pacifier. “You came to wescue me!”

“Hi, Rainbow,” Taylor smiled at her, turning the TV off before walking to the playpen and pulling the pacifier out of Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow hadn’t even thought of taking it out before trying to talk… Good little girls always kept in their pacis when an adult put them in, after all.

“You have to get me out of here!” Rainbow begged. “You won’t believe what they’ve done to me… You have to help me escape, or I’m going to be a baby again!”

“No, Rainbow, I can’t,” Taylor told her. Rainbow pouted, then frowned as her friend continued. “That show isn’t good for you. I should never have showed it to you… I looked it up, after you got sent here, and everyone is saying it’s dangerous. Supposedly it’s meant to take a lot longer to do this, but some people are especially vulnerable to it…”

“I know!” Rainbow shook her head. “Just get me away from here and I’ll be okay!”

“Rainbow, no! It’s going to wipe your adult knowledge, even your potty training, and it’s addictive, so it just makes you want to keep watching until it’s done… You need to stop watching it now, if you can!” Taylor told her.

“Then let me out of here!” Rainbow pounded her fists on the floor of the playpen in frustration. Taylor wasn’t listening to her… It was almost as if…

“Please, stop asking!” Taylor sounded almost as frustrated as Rainbow felt. “You shouldn’t watch it any more!”

“I don’t want to watch it!” she yelled, but she was pretty sure Taylor heard the opposite, just like with the rest of her protests. After all, Rainbow’s brain knew that good little girls watched the show, so that they’d know how to be the best little girls they could be…

“You’re too far gone, aren’t you?” Taylor sighed. “I was afraid of that… I’m sorry, Rainbow, I really am… I hope a nice family finds you and takes good care of you…”

“No!” Rainbow shook her head as Taylor gave her a hug, then started to leave. She had to figure this out, find a way to make Taylor realize that it wasn’t too late. She reached out, grabbing at Taylor’s shirt and staring up at her.

Taylor turned back around, confused. She stared down at Rainbow for a moment, just long enough that Rainbow thought that was enough… Then she remembered the pacifier still in her hand. “Sorry,” Taylor shrugged, putting the pacifier back in Rainbow’s mouth. “Almost forgot.”

Rainbow whimpered softly behind the pacifier, knowing she certainly couldn’t say anything now, not with Taylor, who was obviously an adult compared to her, popping her paci back in. “I know, I know,” Taylor gave her a sad smile. “I’ll turn your show back on…”

Rainbow tried to shake her head, but Taylor had already turned to go again, flipping the TV back on as she went. Rainbow’s eyes were immediately drawn away from her retreating friend, and all thoughts of making her understand the real situation, to the screen, drool slowly starting to roll down her chin as the bright colors started to fill her mind yet again.