Naomi and Oliver

“What the hell?” Stefanie frowned, shifting slightly in bed, confused. She could tell something wasn’t right, although, in her sleepy state, she couldn’t quite place what that might be.

Really, for once, there was no reason she ought to be restless… After years of struggling, she’d finally found what she would consider a ‘dream job’, even though she knew most other Amazons would consider that sad, or pathetic. They’d probably tell her she ought to own the daycare, and leave the day-to-day work to ‘tweeners, but all she really wanted to do was take care of littles, and she wasn’t quite ready to adopt any for herself, so getting paid to look after other peoples’ babies was perfect. And, to her surprise, it paid so much better than the office jobs she’d had before.

Maybe it wasn’t that much of a surprise; everyone wanted to ensure their littles got the best care possible, and they were willing to pay for it. It was in a pretty fancy neighborhood, too, which no doubt helped. And, while she hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask her co-workers, she suspected she was making more than them, despite being the newest one there, thanks to her size.

The owner, Tracey, had been suspicious at first, upon seeing her, perhaps assuming Stefanie was there to try to oust her, to take her place, though, after talking to her, her fears had been assuaged. “You don’t want a management role?” she’d asked.

“No, no,” Stefanie had shaken her head. “I-I know I’m a little older than most of the other Amazons who would apply for this job, but I just need a change… I’m willing to start from the bottom.”

Having another Amazon out there, working with the kids, was bound to make the daycare more attractive. Betweeners were capable of taking care of littles, of course… Some of them were a bit flaky, however. It was good to have an Amazon there to keep an eye on them, although, if they were managers, they had other responsibilities as well, so they couldn’t be there all the time. Even the college-aged girls with the same job as her were considered more trustworthy than the adult ‘tweeners, who had been there for years. And, already, she could tell that she was, too, with only a few days on the job.

It was all going perfectly… So what was wrong? She squirmed again, glancing over at her clock to see that it was nowhere near time to wake up yet. That wasn’t it, and, unlike her old job, there was no reason to fret that she’d missed a deadline, or forgotten about a report that she needed to turn in to her boss the next day… What was bothering her so badly that it had woken her up in the middle of the night?!

Finally, after an almost embarrassing amount of time, she noticed the crinkle. To her defense, she spent her days surrounded by it, hearing it from every possible direction as the littles toddled around and playing, or she checked and changed them… It was something she didn’t give a second thought to, although, of course, this wasn’t quite the same.

She shifted again, this time to push her blankets out of the way, seeing her skimpy, red nightie, the one Gage had bought her for her last birthday. He knew she’d gotten it for himself, really, since it didn’t leave much to the imagination, but she liked how sexy and powerful it made her feel, so she’d been wearing it even when he didn’t stay over lately.

Underneath the nightie, however, there was something far different. Her cheeks flushed slightly as her hand brushed against it, and she heard the crinkling again, the sound making her think of all her charges… Except, she knew, this one was coming from her. There was no denying it, not with that nightie doing nothing to hide the bulky garment, the childishly-patterned plastic…

But that shouldn’t have woken her up; the first couple nights, it had been difficult to fall asleep initially, yet, by now, she was used to it. She frowned, wiggling her bottom, unconsciously starting to nibble her bottom lip. She couldn’t have… Could she? Her fingers trailed back over to the diaper, sliding up its slick surface to the waistband, clutching it tight for one, long moment, scared to look, despite her confidence that she had to be wrong.

And then she pulled it open, and saw that, indeed, the squishy sensation she was feeling was connected to a wet spot in her padding. She had wet her bed… Or, rather, her diaper.

Her initial feeling of panic, her wrinkled nose, were rapidly chased away by a gentle reminder from the back of her mind. It was no big deal, she recalled her new friends telling her. That was what diapers were for, after all…

The Camping Trip

“Are you serious? You’re still wearing those?” Becky saw her little sister, Bunny, blushing, hurrying to try and hide the contents of that bag, but she didn’t mind… Honestly, it was probably for the best.

“I don’t need them!” Bunny insisted. “Mom just made me bring them… You know, just in case…”

That made sense; despite being in her twenties now, Bunny still lived at home, under their parents’ thumbs. In a way, Becky felt sorry for her… Of course, if she’d just get a decent job, she could have moved out, like Becky had. But Bunny was the baby of the family, and so their parents took it easy on her, not wanting to push her to grow up too quickly.

And now, thanks to that, she was still a bedwetter into her twenties, having to bring along diapers on their camping trip. “I can’t believe you,” Becky rolled her eyes.

“It’s not my fault!” Bunny whined, hurrying after her sister as she hauled the tent out of the car, towards their camp site. “I told mom I could leave them at home, but she said…”

“And those are diapers for littles, too, aren’t they?” Becky asked, although she didn’t really need an answer.

“Y-Yeah,” Bunny said anyway, blushing again. “Mom said they fit, so I ought to wear them, to remind me how immature I’m acting… As if I’m doing it on purpose…”

“Are you?” Becky demanded. “Why else would someone your age still be peeing their pants at night? You don’t get it… You’ve never been out in the real world. I know at school it always seemed like we were the ones in charge, but that’s only because we barely had any Amazons there with us. If one of them caught wind that you were wearing those, they’d snap you up in a second, and you’d never get out of them again.”

“I-I don’t have to wear them outside the house, usually,” Bunny mumbled, staring down at her feet.

“You’d just better hope we don’t run into any while we’re out here,” Becky teased. “I’d let them have you in a heartbeat.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” Bunny pouted, though she rushed to catch up with her anyway, the forest suddenly looking a lot bigger, and darker. It was supposed to be a nice weekend, not too hot, not too cool, perfect for camping… Who knew who else would be out there with them? Becky probably wouldn’t be quite so callous in getting rid of her sister… Then again, like any little sister, she’d been a pest growing up, and still could be, since she hadn’t really grown up that much, considering she was still in diapers….

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“Hey, give those back!” Bunny fumed, crossing her arms as she glared at her big sister, her anger only making her more adorable.

“What, these?” Becky held up the pajama shorts, then quickly whipped them out of Bunny’s reach when the girl lunged at them. “Why bother? We both know what you’re wearing… Little babies who still wear diapers to bed don’t get to cover them up.”

“I am not a baby!” Bunny growled. “And I’m not ready to stay in the tent for the rest of the night yet! Give them back!”

She grabbed for them again, but was too slow. “Then don’t,” Becky shrugged, tugging her robe shut a bit tighter. “You’re the one who suggested we get into our jammies. I think it’s cute you even still bother with those, though I guess you don’t have much of a choice, since you still live with mommy and daddy.”

“I also don’t want to get eaten alive by mosquitoes like you will,” Bunny stuck her tongue out. “Serves you right!”

“Yes, it’s too bad nobody’s ever invented some kind of spray to keep bugs away,” Becky rolled her eyes, shoving her sister out of the tent, earning a shocked yelp from the smaller girl. “Go on, you don’t want to be in here all night. Let’s go sit by the fire…. I’m sure there won’t be any Amazons out prowling the forest this time of night… Although, if they are, they’ll probably be attracted to the light, so you’d better make sure to get nice and close, so they can see you, and know you need to be adopted.”

Bunny sighed, sitting down on the blanket they’d laid out, nervously scanning the trees. “Y-You don’t really think there are any out there, do you?”

“I guess we’ll see,” Becky smirked.

The Distraction

“Nicola!” The girl turned around from speaking with her friends, for a moment having forgotten that she was still in school. “Can you repeat back what I just said, young lady?” the teacher asked impatiently.

“Well, you were just talking about… umm…” Nicola squirmed, having hoped the confidence from her opening words would somehow carry her through the rest of the speech, only to have it sputter out as she had to admit that, in fact, she had no clue.

“That’s what I thought,” the teacher sighed. “Sit down and be quiet, please… And stay after class to talk to me.”

A series of snickers and, “Ooo”s rose from her classmates, though Nicola wasn’t too worried… After all, what could the woman really do to her? She was 18 now, a senior, an adult… Not that Nicola had ever had a huge respect for school, but now, it seemed even more pointless, just one more hurdle to jump through before joining the adult world.

Her lack of worry didn’t stop her from trying to sneak out after class, however; whatever her teacher had to say was, no doubt, going to be boring and stupid, and she was sure she didn’t really need to hear it. The woman grabbed her by the wrist as she tried to walk past, fixing her with an icy glare as she escorted her back to one of the desks, directly in front of her own.

“I’ve had just about enough of you, young lady,” she informed Nicola. “Believe it or not, there are some students still trying to learn here, and your constant distractions…”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Nicola rolled her eyes. “There… Can I go now?”

“No, you may not!” the teacher said sternly. “But you may stand up!” Nicola was thrown off briefly, although a pointed glare got her scrambling out from the desk. “Just as I thought,” the teacher shook her head. “That skirt is much shorter than school standards allow for…”

“Whatever,” Nicola huffed. “I’m an adult… I can wear what I want.”

“Not here,” the teacher countered. “There are rules, and as long as you’re a student here, you’re expected to follow them!”

“I’m fine with not being a student, then,” Nicola shrugged. “I’ve learned all I need to know…”

“Oh?” the teacher raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think you’re ready to go out and support yourself, and your little, if you can manage to find one? Because it seems like all you’ve learned is how to be a distraction, and attract attention to yourself… Which sounds more like something a little would need to know than an Amazon.”

Nicola’s eyes narrowed. “I am nothing like those little brats!”

“We’ll see,” the teacher told her cryptically. “You have a choice, young lady… You can either prove to me, right now, that you really have learned something from your time at school, and if you can, I’ll excuse you from this class for the rest of the year… Or I can escort you to the principal right now. I’m sure you know his stance on those who break the uniform rules…”

Nicola hesitated, just slightly. “Fine,” she gave in.

“Good,” the teacher smiled, reaching behind her desk. “Now, put this on…”

“But…” Nicola’s eyes widened. “I might as well just go to the principal, then!”

“You’ve already agreed,” the teacher’s smile morphed into a grin, and Nicola began, for the first time, to really worry. “Besides, this test is to punish you for distracting your classmates… Your uniform violation needs to be punished as well, and I happen to agree with the principal – the only one who need to wear skirts that short are littles who need to have their diapers easily accessible. You’re just lucky I’m not going to spank you first, like he does… Unless you waste any more of my time. Get moving!”

Teacher’s Pet

As a little, Laura was always trying to prove herself, though it never seemed to be enough. She always tried to be the first to raise her hand in class, always wanted to turn her test in first, always wanted the highest grade. Some of the Amazons, and even middles, had taken to claiming that the teachers gave littles easier tests, so as not to harm their poor egos, but considering how low most of the other littles tended to score – a lot of them seemed to have trouble focusing, Laura had noticed – she knew that wasn’t really the case.

Unfortunately, being smart didn’t do a lot to make Laura friends, so she spent most of her free time alone in her room. She didn’t mind too much, though when she got an invitation to the big sorority Halloween party, she couldn’t help but feel excited. The invitation said to wear a costume, but that part had clearly been handwritten in later, over top of the otherwise printed invitation, making Laura suspect that had been added for her – most likely, so the other girls could laugh at the silly little who thought she had to wear a costume to any Halloween party.

When she got to the party, however, everyone was, indeed, in costume, making her feel rather out of place; before she could go change, one of her classmates saw her and grabbed her by the arm. “Look at this,” she declared. “Little Laura thinks she’s too mature for a costume party.”

“N-No, I didn’t know,” Laura shook her head.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the girl grinned. “We expected as much… We have one ready for you.”

Laura had, of course, seen how other littles were treated; she had no doubt what was waiting for her. How many smartphones were there are this party? How long would it take for the photos from tonight to seep out to her teachers? She was pretty sure her teachers respected her, but she’d seen other littles lose that as soon as their professors caught them fidgeting in their seats after an accident in their trainers. Her only hope was that the teachers would realize it was just a costume…

But when they got to where she was being dragged, there was no diaper, only a dog cage in the middle of the room, and inside a blanket over the bottom of the cage, a textbook, pencil, and paper. “Here you go,” the girl sneered, shoving Laura inside. “You’re a teacher’s pet! I knew you’d love it – it’s barely a costume. Now, if you want out, you’re going to finish up my homework for the weekend.”

Laura hoped the girl was joking, but with that, she simply turned and walked away, mingling with other guests at the party. Laura had little reason to doubt that the girl would love to keep her here as long as she could, so she got to work. It really wasn’t that hard – Laura had a feeling the teacher had taken it easy on them so they could enjoy the Halloween festivities – and once she was done, she called out for the girl.

She came, but so did another member of their class. “See, I told you she could do it,” the first girl said, looking over the homework as Laura waited patiently in the cage. “Go ahead, I’m sure she won’t mind. I did give her a costume, though… Maybe you should give her something, too.”

The cage was opened again, and Laura was given a fresh batch of homework, along with a toy dog, to ‘keep her company’. Once she had finished that, there was another girl waiting, with another stuffed animal. By the time Laura did that girl’s homework, her bladder was almost bursting, which seemed to have been noticed, because the next gift was a diaper. When she tried to turn it down, she was scolded for being ungrateful, and pulled out of the cage and diapered anyway. It didn’t take long for her to wet her diaper, making her immediately start begging for a change.

Instead, the next gift was a pacifier to shut her up as yet another textbook was shoved into her cage. As she looked around at the party, she saw more and more girls holding homework, waiting, carrying various things, mostly baby related, along with them… Was she even going to have enough time to finish all of that by the end of the party? Or were they even planning on letting her out when the party was over? Her only hope was to keep working as quickly as she could, to get through as much as she could… And as accurately as possible, since she had no doubt they would be coming after her if they got bad grades, whether that be in her own dorm room, or if she was still here, stuck at the sorority house, still trying diligently to get through all of their homework so she could get out of this cage…

New Rules

It was always hard switching to a new school… Figuring out what all the cliques were, finding a place to sit at lunch, learning about all the local traditions. Jaiden had been through it more times than she cared to count, and unfortunately, it seemed that none of the places her parents moved could transfer everything from her old schools, meaning that, despite being nearly twenty, and being a good student, she was still trying to make it out of her senior year. She would have happily just dropped out, but her parents insisted she graduate, and refused to let her get a job, or even her driver’s license, until then so she could save up enough money to move out on her own. They were convinced that a diploma was the best thing a little could get, to help prove to all the Amazons that they really were adults. Every time Jaiden told them it wasn’t that big a deal, they’d freak out, asking if she wanted to spend her life in daycare; every time, Jaiden had a harder time convincing them that she didn’t, she just didn’t think a diploma would help matters that much.

Unfortunately, all that shuffling around, constantly getting used to new things, was probably why she hadn’t paid any attention when she’d kept hearing that costumes on Halloween were mandatory… After all, that was such a silly ‘rule’, she was sure it was nothing of the sort, just a local tradition that people liked, yet didn’t have to actually do. Since she was an adult, and far too cool for Halloween, she didn’t bother.

She began to suspect her mistake as she got on the bus… The driver shook her head when she saw Jaiden, though didn’t say anything. She was one of the first on the bus, so the few kids she saw in costume made her a bit nervous, yet it didn’t really hit her until the next stop, when everyone who got on was fully decked out, and the next, where the same thing happened. Anxiously, she began to dig through her book bag, searching for something, anything she could fashion into a makeshift costume if only to fit in, but her mind kept coming up blank.

She tried to blend into all the other students as she filed off the bus, but the driver clearly remembered her, grabbing her arm as she tried to pass. “Hold on, young lady,” she sneered, pulling her away from the flow of kids, nearly into her lap. “I think somebody needs to visit the principal.”

Jaiden tried to protest, to pull away, but the driver was an Amazon, and a fairly large one at that. Once everyone else was off the bus, she easily pulled Jaiden out, marching her right to the principal’s office. She didn’t even have to say anything to him; he shook his head as he looked at Jaiden, asking simply, “Did you not hear about the rule, young lady?”

“I-I did,” Jaiden admitted. “It’s just, I…” But before she could say anything else, he was already reaching for the paddle hanging up behind his desk.

Once her backside was red, fiery, and throbbing, he marched her, tears still streaming down her face, to the nurse’s office. The nurse picked her up, placing her on the littles’ examination table and immediately strapping cuffs around her ankles and wrists. Jaiden tried to get herself under control, but as the woman pulled out a diaper, she began crying even more.

“Don’t worry, dear, I’m sure I can throw together a nice costume for you,” she cooed, grabbing a pair of surgical scissors from a drawer and slowly slicing Jaiden’s skirt in half, and then her shirt, before sliding the blades under the leg band of the girl’s panties.

“P-Please, don’t!” Jaiden sniffed. “I’ll call my parents, and they can bring me something!”

“Oh, nonsense,” the nurse brushed her off. “We can take care of this without bothering them.” And, with that, she snipped away Jaiden’s underwear, before moving up to her padded bra. She slid the diaper under Jaiden’s squirming, sore bottom, then began coating the girl’s crotch in shaving cream. Jaiden tried to stop her, only to get a pacifier shoved and locked into her mouth for her trouble. “We have to make sure you stay nice and clean.”

Jaiden could only watch helplessly as she was shaved, before the nurse pulled out another cream and started rubbing it, quite thoroughly, into her crotch. Jaiden felt a little tingly, and then slightly numb, down there, and she had no doubt that she was going to be having a much more difficult time not using the diaper that the nurse was pulling up between her legs and taping into place.

Sure enough, just moments after the nurse gave the front of the diaper a pat and walked over to a cupboard, Jaiden could feel a dribble of warm wetness escaping into the padding, leaving her squirming and gasping as she tried to stop it. Whether the nurse didn’t notice it, or she just expected it, the woman didn’t say anything about it once she returned with a onesie. Jaiden half-heartedly tried to fight once her hands were uncuffed, but that just earned her a pair of thick, fingerless mittens once the garment was on her, and her wrists were recuffed. The onesie was snapped, tugging the freshly dampened bulk tighter against the girl’s spanked posterior.

The nurse stepped back, admiring her work. “Hmm… Almost there,” she nodded. “I think there’s just one more thing you need to finish it up.” She reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle of what Jaiden recognized immediately as suppositories. Her eyes and nostrils flared as she yelled obscenities into her pacifier gag, but none of them stopped the nurse from easily repositioning her onto her stomach, unsnapping her onesie, and gently sliding her diaper down.

“Now, don’t worry,” she told the girl as she slid the first of the suppositories into her backside. “I’ll make sure to change you before you go home, if I hear that you’ve behaved yourself. And I certainly hope you do, because it’s a long, bumpy bus ride back home for you, isn’t it?” Jaiden whimpered as the woman pushed a second, and then a third, one in before letting her loose, setting her down on the floor and watching her squirm once her diaper and onesie were back in place. “Perfect! Why, I bet you’ll even win first prize in the costume contest! Now, run along, you’re already almost late!”

Jaiden took her book bag dazedly as it was shoved into her hands, stumbling through the nurse’s office towards the door, not wanting to give the woman any chance to do anything else. She remembered hearing that the costume contest was mandatory, too, though she’d assumed that was just for those who chose to wear a costume… Which, it turned out, should have been everyone. If the nurse was right, and she did win, how would she explain that to her parents, since as far as they knew, she hadn’t worn a costume?!

She gazed down at herself, stomach churning from more than the trio of suppositories already working inside of her. The nurse had destroyed her clothes… She didn’t have anything else to wear home, unless the nurse gave her another outfit, and somehow Jaiden didn’t see that happening. How could she explain to them that she’d gone to school that morning dressed like a normal teenager, and came home in a diaper and onesie? She could tell them that costumes had been mandatory, but would they buy that?

She jumped at the sound of the bell, gasping as she made a mad dash for her first class. How could she already be late?! The nurse had barely given her any time… Was the nurse going to hear about this? Would she take this as Jaiden ‘misbehaving’? If she was sent home in a full diaper, she had a feeling the next school whose rules she’d have to learn would be preschool… If she was lucky.

 

The Special Program

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“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!”

The Nightmare

It was like a nightmare… Kayla could hardly believe this was happening, not to her! She was an adult, an Amazon, who spent all day working at a daycare, making sure those littler than her were securely diapered, and yet here she was, stuck in a crib meant for one of those babies, in only a diaper herself.

“You can’t do this to me!” she yelled, staring out at her co-workers with pleading eyes. “You know I don’t belong here…”

That was obvious, just from looking at her… The cribs were built to be too tall for the littles to get out of on their own, whereas she could easily just step over the side; and yet there she stayed, on her hands and knees, diapered bottom fully exposed – not that she could do anything to cover it in her current state.

“Let me out!” she shouted again angrily not happy about being ignored. All of her co-workers were off on their own, chattering among themselves, not paying her a bit of mind… On one hand, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was what the kids felt like when they ignored their repeated nap-time requests for more water, or bathroom breaks, or whatever else their silly little brains thought they might need when they ought to be sleeping. On the other, she knew she didn’t belong here, so it was just infuriating.

“You let me out of here right now!” she screamed, plucking up the teddy bear from the corner of the crib and throwing it in the direction of the other adults in the room. A moment later, her boss, who wasn’t supposed to be there that day, stepped out of the group and started stomping her way towards Kayla. Kayla immediately froze, whimpering as she felt a warm wetness making its way into the padding between her legs, sure she knew what was coming, and that she wasn’t going to like it…

The Inevitable

Lydia supposed it had been inevitable… Ever since she’d become a partner at the firm, and had to drive past the daycare every morning, her heart had skipped a beat every time she saw it. It had been hard enough earning enough respect to make it through college, let alone law school, and then to actually maintain a career as a lawyer as a little… It wasn’t unheard of, but it was still quite rare.

And then came that fateful day. Her alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, so she was already running late as she rushed out the door, too pre-occupied to notice one tire looking a little lower than usual, or the ride getting bumpier and bumpier until, at last, there had been a loud bang.

Lydia had cursed out loud, scowling as she looked at the time. There was an important meeting, and she was almost at the office… It would be quicker just to walk than to wait on a tow truck, but that meant passing… that place.

She was still new enough that she doubted the rest of the firm would be happy to postpone the meeting just for her, especially if they heard that she could have made it if it wasn’t for her being a little scared, so she sighed and grabbed her things, walking quickly down the sidewalk, keeping her head down and practically breaking into a run as she approached the daycare.

Unfortunately, that caused her to run right into an Amazon as she made her way inside. Lydia yelped, falling flat on her backside, her briefcase landing beside her and clattering open, scattering files everywhere as Lydia was forcefully pulled to her feet.

“What are you doing out here, cutie?” the Amazon asked with a smile. “Are you playing dress-up?” Before Lydia could protest, her tight skirt had been hiked up, exposing her underwear, which were given a quick check… Revealing, unluckily, the small accident she’d had at the loud bang of her tire blowing out. “Even when you’re playing at being a big girl, you should have proper protection,” the giant scolded her. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lydia was dragged into the daycare, kicking and screaming about how she wasn’t a child, how she didn’t need or want their help, her expensive business suit stripped away and replaced with a thick, disposable diaper. “Didn’t your Mommy send you any other clothes to change into?” the Amazon asked condescendingly.

“I don’t have a Mommy!” Lydia practically spat, squirming in her new, padded prison. “I don’t need any other clothes!”

“All right then,” the huge woman shrugged. “You can just stay in your diaper, then.”

It was a long, humiliating morning… Her first couple escape attempts were easily thwarted, then solved altogether by plopping her into a playpen. Her diaper was checked at least every half hour, with a worried look when it hadn’t been used, despite her telling the workers how she obviously didn’t need them. Instead, after a while, they began force-feeding her bottles, followed by several jars of baby food at lunch.

By the time recess came around, she was stuffed. She wandered the playground in a daze, trying to work out how she had been reduced to this, and how she could get away… And how her diaper had gotten so warm, and heavy. She frowned, poking at it, then gasping as she realized the truth. Her poor, overloaded bladder had given up, and she’d wet herself without even realizing it. Even worse, her stomach was beginning to rumble ominously, making her sure there had been more than just milk in those bottles.

She had to get out of here… She had to! She looked around even more desperately, trying to find some weak spot in the daycare’s defenses, somewhere she could get away… Her best bet was the jungle gym. It was by the edge of the playground, and if she climbed it right, maybe she could get to the top, then climb down the other side and out to freedom. By the time she worked that out, and made her way over there, however, the workers were starting to gather up the children to go inside for nap time. She had to move fast…

As she got to her destination, however, she heard a familiar voice approaching. Her heart began to pound even harder as the voice approached, growing louder, forcing her to glance over and make sure it really was who she thought. Sure enough, it was her assistant, walking down the sidewalk, no doubt on her way to the little deli just down the road where she usually ate lunch. And there Lydia was, in just a diaper, “playing” on the daycare’s playground, just inches away from where the woman would be passing any moment now.

“Come on, now, sweetie, playtime is over,” a daycare worker cooed at her. “Come out of there.” Lydia backed up against the jungle gym’s ropes, still contemplating whether there was time to climb up there or not before the giant could reach her and pull her back inside… Or should she call out for her assistant and hope she would help her out, either tell the workers who Lydia really was to get her clothes back from where Lydia had seen the workers shove them into the dress-up chest, or offer to take her home for a fresh outfit instead of dragging her back to the office in just her wet diaper.

As she stood there, pressing her padding against the ropes and trying to work out what to do, she let out a gasp as her bowels began to contract, starting to fill her diaper with warm mush, adding insult to injury. “If you make me come in there to fetch you, you’ll be sorry, little one!” the worker said sternly. “It’s time for your nap!”

At the sound, Lydia’s assistant turned her head. Lydia quickly turned away from where she’d been watching her, but had she been fast enough? Had her assistant seen her? And, if she had, would she help, or leave her there to her fate? With her diaper pressing out, bulging between the ropes out towards the sidewalk, and rapidly filling, Lydia knew it had to look like she belonged in there…

But she didn’t! She was an adult, and she had a career…. If she just called out, or turned around now, there was no way her assistant wouldn’t know it was her – if she didn’t already. But would the other woman help her, or make things worse? Did she really want to go back to the office now, after not showing up for the meeting because she’d spent all morning at daycare? Would her co-workers ever respect her again if they found out? Would her assistant tell them, or would she hold it over Lydia’s head from then on – maybe even forcing her to wear the diapers it so looked like she needed under her suits from then on?

What should she do? She had thought she knew the meaning of the phrase, “caught between a rock and a hard place” before, but this was taking it to a whole other level.

 

Baby Fever

Josie woke up slowly, her mind almost completely empty of what had happened the day before for a few long moments as she squirmed sleepily in her bed, feeling the thick padding being pressed snugly against her privates, listening to the soft crinkling…

Her eyes shot open in confusion, a hand shooting to her crotch and finding… Well, she wasn’t entirely sure. She had a suspicion, but there was no way it could be true… Either way, it was clear she was no longer wearing the sleepshirt and skimpy panties she’d gone to bed in. She bit her bottom lip, squirming nervously, trying to work up the courage to push back her covers and see what was underneath…

Sure enough, when she finally did, there was the unmistakable, plastic legbands of a diaper peeking out at her from under a infantile-patterned onesie, the bulk of the diaper quite obvious under the relatively thin fabric of the onesie. She gasped as she stared down at herself, having a hard time accepting what she was seeing. She looked like a baby… Or, more specifically, her new baby sister.

She knew instantly what had happened, and a frenzied, waddling dash to her closet revealed how correct she was. The door was locked, and when she moved on to her dresser, it was bare – thought the worst part was seeing her underwear drawer totally empty of everything but socks. She bit her bottom lip nervously, pacing in her room as she tried to think of what to do. Part of her wanted to storm out of the room and demand an explanation… Part of her hated the idea of anyone, especially her sister, seeing her this way, even though there was no doubt her mother had already seen it when she’d dressed her in the night.

Before she could decide on a course of action, her bedroom door opened and her mother stepped in, reaching for the light switch. “Oh, you’re already up,” she said, marching over to the girl and pushing a hand to her crotch, sliding a pair of fingers under the onesie. “And still dry!”

“You can’t do this to me!” Josie pleaded. “I’m not a baby!”

“Oh, really?” her mother raised an eyebrow. “You’re really trying to claim that, after the way you acted last night? I think we’re going easy on you, young lady… Your father was certain you needed a good spanking as well, and you may still get it if you keep up the attitude.” Josie’s mother took her hand, leading her to her bed, where she set the girl down and went to grab a pair of socks and shoes, putting them on the girl.

“This isn’t fair!” Josie whined, fidgeting more and more as her mother slid the socks up her legs, confirming that she intended on her leaving the house this way. “I’m not Cindi!”

Her mother turned to her and shook her head. “No, you aren’t. You were acting even more immature than she was last night… Honestly, you claim to be an adult just because you’re in college, and then you throw a fit when we tell you we didn’t buy you a new Easter dress this year, even though your baby sister got one. Well, you just may get your wish, young lady… I know this isn’t a dress, but we might get you plenty of those to go with your diapers.”

“Mom, no!” Josie gasped, her mother helping her to her feet. The onesie stretched, pulling the diaper tighter against her body, reminding her all the more of her position. “You can’t do this!”

She’d heard of this… All her friends had encouraged her to move out of the house as soon as she could after turning 18. She hadn’t put any stock in it… As Amazons went, her family had always been rather mellow. But everyone said that once the kids were grown up, the instincts would start to kick in, even if there had never been any sign of them before… Sometimes they even got desperate enough to turn on their own children, giant or not. She’d heard it called Baby Fever; she was certain it was nothing more than a myth, probably made by littles to explain why they so often got captured and turned – supposedly against their will – into big babies, rather than just accepting that it happened because they deserved it.

But that was what Cindi was for, wasn’t it? Josie had met her at school, brought her home to help her with a homework assignment, and her parents had started acting differently than Josie had ever seen them. Within a week, Cindi was staying with them, since she had been living in her own apartment and having trouble paying rent, and less than a month later, that room was a nursery.

Josie thought that should be enough… Especially considering how much they doted on the girl. Josie couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, at least of everything but the girl’s diapers, which she quickly grew to need. That Christmas, Cindi had gotten way more presents than her, and now, at Easter, they’d bought her an extravagant, frilly, Easter dress, and nothing for Josie.

Or so Josie had thought. As she was marched out of her room, legs spread wide by the diaper, she began to wish that really had been the case. Her cheeks turned bright red as she was taken to the dining room, where Cindi was all dolled up in her high chair, getting her face wiped clean after her breakfast. She giggled as she saw her big sister – still far bigger than her, but clearly no longer more mature.

“Since you took so long in your room, there’s no time for breakfast” her mother informed her. “Unless you want to do that instead of the Easter egg hunt.” Josie was more than willing to give up the hunt, until her mother continued. “Your sister has lots of eggs to find, all around the house…. You have two. They’re both in places Cindi can’t reach, and they both contain a key. One unlocks the bathroom, where all of your underwear is, as well as the toilet, of course… If you find that, we’ll let you wear those, but it will be with your new, babyish wardrobe. The other unlocks your closet, where your other clothes are… Find that, and you can wear them, but it will be with diapers. I’d say you probably have time to find one, but you only have until Cindi finds all of her eggs, so it just depends on how fast she is. Now, let’s get started.”

Josie and Cindi were escorted outside, where plenty of other children, both in age and size, were running around their yards, searching for plastic eggs. Josie was the only one her size… Just like she knew she would be at college the next day if she didn’t succeed. There were plenty of people mad at her for “betraying” Cindi like she had, and she wouldn’t hear the end of it if she showed up dressed like a toddler, or in diapers… Especially not if she got unlucky and wound up with both. Cindi had been a senior, getting ready to graduate, but now Josie’s parents had her enrolled in daycare. Josie wouldn’t be so lucky, she was sure… Since they’d already paid her tuition, she had no doubt they would make her go the rest of the year, at least, diapers or not.

She looked around, realizing that as she was fretting over the future, Cindi had begun her search, toddling off and filling her Easter basket with eggs. It didn’t look like any of them were hidden at all, just placed in the corners of the porch, behind one corner of the sandbox, in the shortest branches of trees. Josie didn’t see any sign of her own at all…

“You’d better get going,” her mother said, patting her on the bottom. “I’ve never seen your sister move this fast!” Josie was spurred to action, only to stop a moment later. On the porch, she was relatively sheltered… Not many people could see her, unless they were specifically looking in their direction. If she went off, however, into the yard where Cindi was furiously gathering, it would be a different story… Then again, if she didn’t find those keys, everyone would be seeing her in this sort of thing much more often.

“Mom, I’m an adult,” she whined. “You can’t do this! You already have Cindi, why are you acting like this?!”

“Get moving,” her father instructed sternly. “Or I’ll pull down your diaper right here on the porch, young lady.”

Josie toddled quickly away, her heart pounding. This couldn’t be happening… This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to her… Nervously, she began looking around the porch, hoping and praying that her parents had been merciful and hidden both her eggs there so she wouldn’t have to expose herself to the neighborhood…

But as she checked the planters, casting a nervous eye towards Cindi, still practically running to grab the last of her eggs, there was nothing there…. She gulped, feeling an ominous rumble in her stomach as she tried to gather her resolve and find the courage to step down into the yard, knowing that if she didn’t, she’d used the toilet for the last time in quite a while the night before, unknowingly…

Yet also not sure if there was still enough time to find even one of her eggs after waiting for so long. She stood there, dumbly, unable to accept the fact that, despite her size, and her disbelief in it, she was still somehow about to fall victim to Baby Fever.

 

The Doll Factory