Inspired by TotallyTransformed

“Come on Honey, smile for mommy!”

Vicky looked over just in time for her mom to take the picture, her thickly padded rear on full display. Not that Vicky cared anymore, happily gurgling behind her pacifier.

Two weeks ago, Vicky had been the poster child for a rebellious daughter. Sneaking out most nights to drink, smoke, do drugs and whatever else depraved thought ran through her head. Her parents had been at their wits end, but had hoped to all hopes that it as just a phase and she would grow out of it soon enough.

The night she came home with a tattoo, however, was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Three days later, her parents received a package in the mail: a vial containing a highly potent regressive drug, guaranteed to smash her rebellious streak and bring their sweet, innocent daughter back. All it had taken was three drops in Vicky’s morning orange juice and her fate had been sealed.

Within minutes of drinking it, Vicky had started giggling uncontrollably, the first sign that the drug was taking effect. Before long, she was happily rocking back and forth in her chair as she sucked on her thumb, oblivious as her IQ plummeted like a stone. She let out a happy sigh as her bladder released itself, bringing a smile to her parents face at the sight of their new baby girl.

It didn’t take long for Vicky’s room to be remodelled, the black walls painted a bright pink, the posters depicting heavy metal bands torn replaced by colourful images of teddy bears and fairies. Her entire closet was cleared out and given to charity, refilled with adorable dresses and onesies. Finally, her bed was replaced with a massive crib with a star mobile and in place of her desk was her new changing table, fully stocked with Vicky’s new diapers. 

Despite the unseemly tattoo still on her back, her parents couldn’t have been happier as they watched their daughter play with her toys, her padded butt waddling behind her as she uncontrollably wet herself. 

“Oh…” Her mother cooed as she walked over and patted Vicky’s diaper. “Looks like someone could use a new diapy!”