“Got… to… get this… stupid thing…off!”

Brittany grunted as she struggled to get herself out of the crazy predicament she had found herself in. One minute she had been walking home from work, and the next she had woken up in some kind of cage, a pacifier jammed into her mouth and tied behind her head so she couldn’t cry out for help and dressed in a way too small shirt that did nothing to hide the enormous diaper now taped around her waste. All her attempts to remove it and escape had been futile, as whoever had kidnapped her had also taken the precaution of locking her hands in a pair of thick mittens, dropping her motor skills to that of the infant she was dressed as.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she had planned to use the bathroom once she got home, so now her bladder was screaming for release. With all the strength she could muster, she yanked on the offending garment in one last ditch attempt to remove it.
Despite her best efforts though, the diaper remained firmly in place, and it was at that moment that her bladder finally gave out, tears running down her face as she felt the diaper – her diaper – grow warm against her loins.

As if things weren’t bad enough, her stomach chose that time to rumble, alerting her to a more… pressing matter. All she could do was cry harder, like the pathetic baby she was.