There had been a lot of mistakes that led Celine to this point in her life, but the biggest one, by far, was trying to run away from them. More than likely, there was a way to do so that wouldn’t have landed her here, though, clearly, she hadn’t found it… And now, if she didn’t work fast, she never would.

She’d always wanted to be famous, but when her face finally showed up on the TV, it was attached to a story about all the money she’d been embezzling from work, and a plea for people to keep an eye out for her, and call the police if they saw her. It was pure luck that she’d decided to take a mini-vacation that week, travel to a spa at a neighbouring town, use cash instead of cards… She hadn’t even known she was close to being suspected, let alone nearly caught.

How was she going to get out of this? She didn’t dare go back home, or use her credit cards… She still had a little cash on her, but it wasn’t going to get her too far. She was going to have to think outside of the box for this one.

Fortunately, an opportunity presented itself almost right away, practically falling into her lap. She quickly turned off the TV as the masseuse she’d ordered came in, doing her best to enjoy it, despite the anxious thoughts running through her head. “You need more relaxation than I can give you,” the woman finally told her. “How much longer is your time off? I know a place, very private, but you have to commit to stay there for a while… I don’t think they have any short-term plans.”

Celine’s first question was, “Do they take cash?” As soon as the masseuse left, she was packing up and heading out, sneaking through the spa with her sunglasses on, praying nobody she passed recognized her from the news story that had just aired.

The building didn’t inspire a lot of confidence, but rather the opposite… It was a huge difference from the resort she’d just fled from, or even her fairly nice apartment back home. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse than somewhere she’d go to rest and relax. If nothing else, though, it was isolated, and not the easiest place to find, so, as long as she didn’t get murdered, it might still be a good place to hide out.

Once she was actually inside, it looked slightly less scary, but she still couldn’t imagine how it could help anyone with their anxiety… There were lots of machines, with lights blinking and the occasional beeping… And the woman who met her at the door was probably pleasant enough on her own, but surrounded by them, almost felt like a mad scientist.

“Oh, you want to go somewhere and relax?” she nodded. “I think I have just the place…” She hit a few buttons, then gestured to a door along one wall. Celine frowned, confused, and a little worried, but the woman seemed sincere enough, even after Celine opened the door slowly and saw a small closet there. “Just step through,” the woman urged.

Celine couldn’t help but wonder if this woman had seen that she was wanted, and was planning on trapping her in there until the police arrived… Or, maybe, she was just crazy. Either seemed a logical enough conclusion. “Go on,” the woman said. “It won’t hurt.”

She didn’t particularly want to, yet the woman was standing between her and the exit, and she didn’t think she’d be able to get past her. She was far enough away that Celine thought she could just step through to humor her, then get out before she rushed in and slammed the door shut on her. What would it hurt? Clearly, there was nothing, other than a few odd – but rather benign – looking pieces of equipment on the other side.

As soon as she stepped through, however, she discovered just how wrong she was. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, once she’d crossed the threshold, she was somewhere else entirely… She was so shocked by that, it took a few moments to process just where she’d wound up… And, by then, as the sight of the toy chests, playpens, high chairs, and changing tables, with a variety of children using all of them, sank in, it was too late.

“Oh, a new client!” a voice boomed from behind her. “How sweet!”

Celine spun around, eyes bulging as she saw a woman there… But this was no ordinary woman! She towered above Celine, far more than any human ever should; Celine wasn’t particularly tall, yet she’d never seen anybody this much larger than her. Or, she thought, glancing down at herself, had she gotten smaller? Looking around, everything she’d seen, despite being intended for babies, certainly looked like it was sized for her, and the other ‘kids’ began to look not so childish, despite their infantile outfits, and obvious diaper bulges.

Before she knew it, Celine had been scooped up, and, despite her protests, her kicking and screaming, her cursing, she was stripped, powdered, and diapered, her adult clothes replaced with a onesie and a huge, bulky diaper that nearly left her unable to walk. “I’ll excuse all this for now,” the giant told her as it easily ignored everything Celine was doing to try to get away, “but if it happens again, I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”

And that was exactly what happened. Celine, of course, wanted nothing to do with the giant women – and even teenagers – who could easily handle her like a toddler, dressing her up however they wanted, force feeding her, changing her diapers – or not, if she misbehaved – and putting her down for naps whenever they felt she needed them. She spent so much time in her crib, she quickly lost track of time, unsure how long she’d been stuck there, and whether or not it might be safe to head back home by then.

Even if it wasn’t, her main goal was to get back out that door she’d come in from, to get away from this awful place. She hadn’t seen so much as a plastic training potty since she’d wound up here, and real toilets were fast becoming a distant memory… She was expected – and given no alternative option – to use her diapers, and, to her horror, she quickly began doing so far more easily than she would have liked… She even began to develop a bedwetting problem.

She had been so certain that if she could just reach that door, she’d be free, especially since all the workers here seemed so adamant that she stay away, and just play with the other ‘babies’… She tried several times to reach it before, at last, managing it by stealing the dolls of a couple of the other women, and claiming that each of the victims had taken the other’s toy. The ensuing fight had distracted the ‘adults’ long enough for her to toddle over to the door, yank it open…

And find a broom closet on the other side. At first, she was stunned, confused, wondering if she’d made some kind of mistake… Then, recalling how mundane the last closet she’d gone into had looked from the outside, she tried stepping in. This one, it turned out, was just a broom closet.

Despite that, the giant who caught her was not happy with her, especially once the true story of the disturbance she’d caused came to light. “You can’t keep me here like this!” Celine stomped her foot. “I don’t belong here!”

“So,” the woman said, looking down at her sternly, “You want to go back, huh?”

“Yes!” Celine rolled her eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you the whole time I’ve been here!”

“Well, lucky for you, you have a chance,” the woman told her. “We only have a few opportunities a year, usually for the holidays… We do a Dirty Santa game at Christmas for the babies, where one of the presents includes a ticket back to your silly world, but they aren’t allowed to unwrap their gifts until the end of the game… And if, by then, their little diapers are dirty, too, they forfeit their right to use it.”

When she’d first arrived here, Celine would have considered that fair… Anyone who couldn’t keep their diapers clean through a simple game surely belonged in this place. After seeing how far her control had slipped in the seemingly short time she’d been here, however, and knowing how being fed the wrong thing could make that even worse – and knowing that the workers had complete control over what was eaten – she had a feeling that particular game was rigged. Besides, as she pointed out, “Christmas is forever away!”

“Yes, I know,” the giant agreed. “But it isn’t the only holiday, is it? We also have Easter… We’re even more generous then. We have a big Easter egg hunt, and we put tickets in more than one of the eggs… Of course, you actually have to find them to get to use them. It’s very competitive, though. We always have it the day before Easter, because the next day, we dress all our little sweeties up in their cutest outfits, and lots of Amazons will come in looking to adopt… It’s usually our biggest adoption day of the year! And, cute as you are, I’m sure you’ll get snatched right up, even after we tell them what a naughty girl you are… There are some people who enjoy punishing bad little babies.”

Adoption… She’d heard the other victims here whisper about it, but she’d assumed it was a story, made up to keep them in line. Could it be true? She really didn’t want to find out… The only way she knew of getting back home was here, and even if the games were rigged, they were still her best bet. If she got adopted, and taken away from here, she might never escape…

“How far away is that?” Celine asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“It’s next weekend,” the woman smiled. “Oh, but we still haven’t punished you for your little stunt, have we? Well, we can’t go easy on you… Wouldn’t want to set a bad precedent… I think we’re going to have to confine you to a playpen during playtime for the next week or so.”

Celine had no idea what day of the week it was, so she couldn’t help but ask, “I-I’ll be out in time for the hunt, right?”

“We’ll see,” the giant shrugged.

She never got to find out… Despite doing her best to be on her best behavior, every tiny infraction earned her an extra day, or more, in her punishment, while she watched the decorations go up, knowing that the hunt was approaching, until, finally, the day arrived, and she was still there, sitting grumpily in her playpen, bottle in hand, bunny ears on her head, knowing that she was stuck.

She did her best with what she had, searching everything she could reach from the pen, hoping to find even one egg, even if, more than likely, it wouldn’t have the prize she so desperately wanted. It was almost worse that they’d put her into one of the smaller playpens today, intended to test obedience… Unlike the ones she’d spent most of her time in, she could easily step out of this one, yet, if she got caught, that was just inviting more punishments.

But… If she could find one of the winning eggs, it would be worth it, right? Even if they enacted that punishment before they let her use the ticket, one more spanking, or time-out, or enema, or line-writing session, would be worth it to get away before Easter, when she’d be running the risk of being adopted.

Were the giants even playing fair, though? She could see some eggs hidden far up on shelves, or light fixtures, well out of the reach of any of the babies. She had a feeling those were the ones that had the tickets in them… But, what if she was wrong? Nervously, she began sucking on her bottle, hating that it – and the pacifier that usually resided in her mouth – gave her so much comfort, despite knowing the juice would mean she was surely going to wet herself before long, reaching outside her playpen again, hoping one of the containers sitting on the play dresser might really have had an egg after all, one that she’d somehow missed.

They didn’t. She whined, bouncing on her padded bottom, watching everyone else running around. She knew this game was probably just as rigged as the Christmas one… If it somehow wasn’t, though, and she had to see another one of these babies win the prize she wanted so much, and know she’d had a chance at it herself, she’d never forgive herself.

Celine had made a lot of mistakes in her life… Until now, the biggest had been trying to escape from them. It turned out, the only thing she could do that was worse than that was trying to run back to them, to return home and face the consequences, if it came to that. She should have known the giants were watching her… They’d almost definitely made sure to keep her in her playpen while all this was going on to tempt her, see what she would do…

“Oh, good,” the giant giggled, snatching her up almost before she’d climbed all the way out, ignoring the girl’s pleas as she helplessly watched the room fade away as she was carried off, away from the hunt, and her one shot at ending all of this. “I’d hoped I’d get the chance to have fun with one one more time before you got adopted… Clearly, playpens aren’t enough for you, but don’t worry, we have plenty of other options… And I might just have to go through them all, to tell your new Mommy or Daddy what works best for you.”


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The Easter Spirit

The Easter Spirit

“Did I what?” Ms. Kline scoffed, looking out at her class. “Are you serious?”

“I-I just thought,” the unfortunate student stammered, quaking under the eyes of his art teacher.

“I’m not three years old,” Ms. Kline said coldly. “I don’t decorate eggs. Do you?” She smirked as the boy squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. “Aww, how cute? Did you bring some pictures to show the class?”

She snickered, then blinked, sure she’d seen something dart across the corner of her vision; when she turned to look, it was gone. Shaking her head, she chuckled again and faced the chalkboard.

“All right, enough of this… Now, we were talking about the… impressionists, weren’t we?” She shook her head again, frowning at a strange feeling, and the low giggling coming from the room behind her. She shot the students a dirty look. “Do you want twice as much homework over your Easter weekend?” she demanded.

“Okay, so…” she picked up the chalk, trying to remember what she’d been planning to teach them. “Well, if you want to draw a bunny, then you just go like this!” It was so simple! Why did they need her for this?!

“Umm, Ms. Kline?” a student spoke up.

“What?” she spun, hearing an odd crinkling noise, fixing them with an icy glare. “Am I going too quickly?”

The student gave her a hurt look before shrugging. “Nothing, ma’am.”

“What would your Easter eggs look like, if you were big enough to decorate them on your own?” the first student asked.

“I’m plenty big!” Ms. Kline pouted, fidgeting at the sensation of warm liquid trickling into the thick padding between her legs. “And I can decorate Easter eggs real good! They’d look like this!” She began drawing, turning and giving her class a good look as her diaper began to droop more and more, almost in time with her speech growing more and more childish, never noticing the bunny ears on her head…


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The Easter Bunny

The Easter Bunny

“I can’t believe this!” Sunnie pouted, squirming at her desk. “I worked so hard on that!”

“I’m sorry, but this just isn’t acceptable work…. You’re a good student, but I’m afraid I just can’t give you a higher grade.”

It was all the worse because he was her favorite teacher, not least of all because he was relatively young, and if she was going to be honest, hot, compared to most of the other professors at college. She had to admit, she’d put off her paper a lot more than she should have, but she’d been sure it was better than the grade she’d been given.

“Isn’t there anything I can do for… extra credit?” she asked tentatively, biting her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure how he would take it… Or how she really wanted him to take it. She’d never done anything like that before, but if she was going to, he was the teacher she’d do it with… Then again, he might just have her write another paper, or something like that….

To her surprise, he looked her up and down, then asked, “What are you doing this afternoon?”

Sunnie’s eyes widened as she wriggled in her seat. “I-I have practice, but after that, I’m free…”

“Let me give you my address,” he said, writing something down on a piece of paper. “Meet me there as soon as you can.”

Sunnie’s heart was pounding for the rest of the day… She could hardly concentrate at cheerleading practice, and when she was done, she was so nervous, and excited, she decided to change out of her workout clothes into her uniform, rather than her regular clothes… She could pretend that was just what she wore to practice, and she knew there was a chance the uniform was part of the reason why he’d agreed to this in the first place…

When he answered the door, he was still dressed the same, and he didn’t seem quite as excited to see her as she’d expected. “Oh, good, you’re here,” he said. “Could you go to the first room on the right?” he asked, gesturing towards a hall. “I’ll be right there.”

“Okay…” she replied tentatively. It sounded much more matter-of-fact than she had expected… Did he do this sort of thing all the time? That certainly made the whole thing a little less exciting, but Sunnie still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so she made her way down to the room, too anxious to pay much attention as she stood there, waiting in front of the bed. It seemed like an awfully small bed, making her wonder if this was a guest room or something. Was she not even good enough for his own bed?

Suddenly, she began to wonder if he was married. He’d never mentioned it, and she’d never seen a ring, but it was possible. She’d always just assumed he wasn’t – maybe because that’s what she wanted – but she honestly had no clue.

She was really starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing, but before she could convince herself to head back to the dorms, the door began to open… Bashfully, she watched him walk in, her doubts quickly melting away as she saw him again.

“Hello, Professor,” she giggled, playing with her hair. “Did you want to see me?”


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Baby Fever

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.