Old Lady Wolfsbane

An expanded version of one of my first captions from way back when.

Everyone knew the stories about Old Lady Wolfsbane.

Every small town had that one house on the hill, the house that had likely been there since the town had first been built and looked very much the part: old, rickety, and like something plucked right out of another period in history. The house that was often owned by a little old lady that had been there for as long as anyone in the town could remember, one who rarely, if ever, seemed to venture outside the walls of her home. And, as with that one house in every town, it inevitably gathered a long list of fantastical stories and tales about it and it’s owner only spoken about in hushed whispers, none of them very flattering and likely not helped by the fact that she had the unusual last name of “Wolfsbane”.

Some said she was a witch, one that would sneak out in the middle of the night and snatch naughty children right out of their bed to make them into a stew.

Others claimed that when the moon was full, she would transform into a werewolf, and if you listened closely you could hear the sound of her clawing at her basement walls, the chains keeping her from going on a massacre through the town rattling in the night.

Even more claimed that she was a demon bound to the land and the house, and would lure stray cats onto her doorstep before devouring them whole.

Whatever the case, it also became almost a kind of tradition among the youth of the town to prove their bravery by pranking the poor old women, even knowing that she could snatch them up at any moment and drag them inside, where they would never be heard from again. The old game of Ding Dong Ditch was a popular one among the teens of the town, which is how Hannah found herself hunched in the bushes outside the old house, eying the windows for any sign of movement.

Hannah had heard all the stories –what teen hadn’t?– but she was far too smart to believe any of the silly rumours about the house. Still, she had been dared by some of her friends into running up and ringing the poor old lady’s doorbell, so that’s what she was going to do. After-all, she wasn’t a chicken or anything like that!

“Come on!” One of her friends whined as he remained hidden nearby. “We haven’t got all day!”

“Fine, fine! I’m going!” Finally sure that the coast was clear, Hannah bolted up the front steps of the house and stopped just in front of the door. She glanced over at the window, checking one last time for any movement inside just to be safe. She didn’t believe any of the tall tales, of course, but she still didn’t want to get caught in the act. Once she was sure the coast was clear, she raised her hand to ring the doorbell…

… Only for the door to swing open on its own. “My my, what do we have here?”

Hannah froze like a deer in headlights as Old Lady Wolfsbane seemingly towered over her, smiling in that way that only old ladies could that made Hannah feel like she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Behind her, she could hear her so called “friends” scattering in terror, not wanting to be caught as well and leaving Hannah to fend for herself.

“I… I… uh…” Hannah stuttered, desperately trying to form some kind of apology or explanation that would placate the elderly woman enough that she wouldn’t call her mom and get her grounded until she graduated.

“Oh, how kind of you!” Ms. Wolfsbane cooed. “It’s so rare I get guests, how nice of you to want to keep me company.”

Seeing an easy way out, Hannah quickly nodded her head. “Right, I thought you could use some… help?”

“I certainly could, deary,” Ms. Wolfsbane replied. “Come in, come in, don’t want you to catch a cold!”

Gulping nervously, Hannah cautiously stepped inside, her fate sealed as the front door closed behind her. Don’t panic… Hannah told herself as she followed Ms. Wolfsbane further into the house. None of those old stories are true, she’s just a normal old lady. I’ll help her with some chores around the house and then I’ll be out of here in no… Hannah stopped mid through as a decadent smell wafted from the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”

“Oh, I was just in the middle of baking cookies. Would you like to try some?”

Believing it would be rude to refuse, Hannah accepted the offer as the pair stepped into the kitchen, the teenager taking a seat at the table as she Ms. Wolfsbane put on a pair of oven mitts and retrieved a fresh plate of cookies from the oven. “Mhhh, just right…” she said as she set the tray of cookies aside. “These are a little too hot for a youngling like you, but luckily I have another batch ready to go you can try.” Pulling out a plate from the cupboard, Old Lady Wolfsbane piled it high with fresh cookies before placing the plate before Hannah. “Well, what are you waiting for? They’re delicious, I promise.”

Not wanting to refuse, Hannah cautiously picked up one of the cookies. It looked like a simple chocolate cookie, nothing suspicious about it, so why did Hannah still feel like her nerves were standing on edge? It was just a cookie, what harm could it do? And so, Hannah raised it to her lips and took a bite.

Flavour exploded in her mouth as she chewed, causing Hannah to moan slightly as her senses became overloaded with an indescribable combination of flavours that was like nothing she had ever experienced before. All her worries seemed to melt away as she quickly wolfed the cookie down before reaching for another, and then another.

“My my, you sure are hungry,” Ms. Wolfsbane remarked as she walked behind Hannah and tied a bib around her neck to catch the drool beginning to run down Hannah’s chin. Hannah didn’t seem to notice, nor would she have cared either way as her attention was solely focused on having one delicious cookie after another. Just when it seemed the plate might run out, Ms. Wolfsbane was quick to place another plate loaded high with fresh cookies for the teenager to dig into.

As the third plate of cookies was reduced to little more than crumbs, Ms. Wolfsbane reached over and began to wipe at Hannah’s mouth with a cloth, causing the still hungry girl to fuss and whine. “You’ve made quite the mess of yourself, haven’t you?” Ms. Wolfsbane cooed as she delicately grabbed Hannah by the wrist and began to lead her deeper into the house. “I think it’s time you got out of those icky clothes and into something more fitting for one your age.”

“But… but cookies!” Hannah whined, attempting to escape the old woman’s grasp so she could return to eating more and more delicious cookies.

“Oh, don’t worry your little head, there’ll be more cookies for you soon. Until then, I think this should keep you occupied…” Reaching into her apron pocket, the old woman produced a rather large looking pacifier and quickly popped it into Hannah’s open mouth.

Normally, Hannah would have spit the pacifier out of her mouth in disgust and confusion, but the moment the pacifier entered her mouth, a similar sense of relief and pleasure she got from the cookies seemed to run through her body, more so whenever she sucked on the pacifier. For the moment, Hannah was captivated by her new Paci as she was lead into a bed room in the back of the house.

A bedroom that resembled a large nursery, complete with a diaper changing table, a crib, and even a toy chest in the corner. Hannah knew for a fact that Old Lady Wolfsbane didn’t have kids, so she should have questioned and wondered why the old woman had a room like this in her house. But for the moment, all she cared about was suckling her new Paci, barely putting up a fight as she was laid down onto the soft carpeted floor.

Her senses felt more pronounced than before, as she felt every touch against her skin as Old Lady Wolfsbane gently undressed the captivated girl, removing her jeans and band shirt and leaving her in just her bra and panties, which where just a quickly removed and leaving her completely naked and at the mercy of the old woman towering over her. Hannah knew she should run, but she was still too focused on sucking on the pacifier in her mouth to care.

The smell of baby powder filled the air as Ms. Wolfsbane sprinkled a generous amount onto Hannah’s crotch. “Lift your bottom for me, dear.”

Hannah did as she was told, mesmerized as she felt something slide underneath her bottom, her rear soon enveloped in a soft cushiony feeling like a pillow. More crinkling followed as she felt the same cushiony object pulled up to completely envelop her lower half before she felt tapes being lined up and sealing her into her new underwear. Glancing up, Hannah felt a hint of panic shoot up her spine as she realized she had just been changed into a very large, and very thick diaper, the white plastic totally enveloping her crotch. She should have run then and there, but another suckle of her pacifier calmed her down, soothing her and causing her to forget that she had just been diapered like a baby.

Old Lady Wolfsbane wasn’t done with her yet, however, as she rummaged around in the closet for a moment before pulling out a more appropriate outfit for the diapered girl to wear. “Now sit up and raise your arms for me, deary…” She commanded, to which Hannah did without a moment of hesitation, too far under the woman’s spell to resist. Slipping the blue and pink dress over Hannah’s head, Ms. Wolfsbane couldn’t but remark, “Oh, you look simply adorable! And you’ve been such a good girl for me, how would you like some more cookies?”

The mere mention of cookies caused Hannah to perk up immediately, gurgling behind her pacifier as she was helped to her feet. The short skirted dress did absolutely nothing to hide the massive diaper she was now sporting, the sheer bulk of which pushed her legs apart and gave her a very pronounced waddled as she was led back into the kitchen. If any of her friends could see her now, they would have laughed their heads off at how pathetic Hannah looked, dressed up like little more than a giant toddler as she followed behind Old Lady Wolfsbane.

As the pair entered the kitchen, Hannah’s eyes were immediately drawn to a giant highchair that she knew hadn’t been there before, one that was just big enough for a teenage girl like her. As she walked closer and closer towards the highchair, she felt a strange gurgling sensation in her belly, one that caused her to grunt and bend over slightly as she felt a fullness in her lower abdomen, one that she couldn’t write place but knew was begging to be released.

Ms. Wolfsbane smiled as she admired the show, watching as Hannah bent her knees slightly and stuck out her rear, her eyes closed shut and her face turning bright red as she began to instinctively push. With a loud release of gas, Hannah was helpless to stop herself as she voided her bowels into the seat of her new diaper, the plastic garment ballooning outward as it stretched to contain the mess pouring into it. After a few moments, Hannah finally finished messing her diaper, the smell of her poopy mess – the first of many – filling the air.

“Such a good girl,” Ms. Wolfsbane cooed as she cupped a hand beneath Hannah’s diaper and squished it against the poor girl’s bottom, causing the infantile girl to squirm as her mess was pressed up against her rear. “It’s a good thing Mama put you in fresh diaper when she did, huh?”

Ma…Mama? Hannah tried to focus, her mind feeling like it was swaddled in a thick diaper of its own as she tried to formulate a clear thought. After a moment, she asked, “Cookies?”

Ms. Wolfsbane just smiled. “Yes, dear. You’ve been such a goof girl for Mama, so you get more cookies.”

Hannah gurgled and cooed as she picked up and placed into the high chair, undeterred as her messy diaper was squished further against her body. All she cared about in that moment was getting to eat more cookies and making her Mama happy.

With her work done, Ms. Wolfsbane snapped her fingers and dispelled the veil around her, transforming herself from a simple old lady back into the gorgeous looking woman she really was. While most of the stories about her were little more than flights of fantasy, the one about her being a witch was a hundred percent fact. It’s been centuries since I had another human to play with… she thought as she went about magicking up some more cookies for her “precious baby girl”, ones that would ensure her baby would use her new diapers to the fullest.

She would return the girl to her mother before the day was out, a believable story crafted that sweet Hannah had offered to help “poor Old Lady Wolfsbane” around the house, as she was far to frail these days to do things by herself. Hannah would have no memory of her time spent under the witches spell, though she would begin to develop a strange bedwetting habit as the days passed. And every time Hannah once more stepped foot in the witch’s house, she would once more revert to little more than the giant baby she really was, happily playing with her toys in her nursery in another well used diaper without a care in the world.

Maybe this’ll teach those damn kids not to prank poor old ladies, hmmm?

Dollhouse

“Where… where am I?”

Tammi looked around the strange room, very different than the living room she had been in moments before. The last thing she remembered she was babysitting her next-door neighbour’s daughter, Susie, when she had put the 7 year old down for a nap. Tired herself, Tammi had laid down on the living room couch, just to rest her eyes for a moment, only to awaken in this strange new environment.

Standing up, she immediately became aware of a strange feeling down below. Glancing down, she let out a shrill shriek of horror upon finding that her pants and panties had vanished, and in there place she was now wearing a very think and very pink diaper. Tammi clawed at the tape to try and remove the diaper, but the tapes held firm as if stuck together with superglue.

“Ah, I see my little dolly is awake!”

Shrieking again at the booming voice, Tammi turned to see a massive eye peering through the window. Again the booming voice spoke, only this time Tammi recognized it. “S-susie?!”

“Yep! I got bored, so I came downstairs to play! We’re playing house, and you’re the baby now!”

“You can’t do this to me!” Tammie shouted defiantly. “I’m the babysitter, I’m in charge!”

“Not any more! Now you’re my newest dolly and we’re going to have so much fun together! Starting with changing that diaper of yours!”

To her horror, Tammi discovered that she had wet herself from sheer fright, her diaper now damp and soggy. With nothing to stop the now giant girl from having her fun, all Tammie could do was cry like the baby Susie wanted her to be.

Back To Basics

“What did you do to my room!?” Sarah stood horrified as she took in the sight of her bedroom… or what used to be her bedroom before she had gone out with some of her girl friends on a weekend long bender. By the time she finally arrived home, she was utterly shocked to discover her room had been completely transformed.

Gone were her band posters, replaced instead by pastel pictures of cute animals like bunnies and butterflies. Gone was her queen-sized bed, instead replaced by a queen sized crib with bars that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a prison cell. Most horrifying of all, however, was the fact that her dresser, filled with all her thongs and sexy lace dresses, had been replaced by an adult sized changing table, fully stocked with an array of adult sized diapers to boot.

“Do you like it?” Sarah’s mom said as she walked in behind her, positively grinning from ear to ear. “I thought your room could use a little redecorating.”

“Is this some kind of fucking joke?!” Sarah exclaimed, utterly fuming. “Mom, I’m an adult, not some stupid baby!”

“That’s were you’re wrong.” Sarah’s mother countered, her voice chilly as she stared her daughter down. “I thought once you turned 18 I would try and see if you could be an adult, but your behavior since had been on a sliding scale from bad to worse, I decided it was time we went back to square one.”

Sarah was utterly flabbergasted. Had her mom lost her mind? Wasting who knows how much money on this absurd scheme? “I’m calling the police, and getting your crazy ass thrown in a nut house, you stupid—”

With a snap of her mother’s fingers, Sarah’s threat vanished as her entire demeanour changed. Any thoughts of disobeying her mother disappeared from her head, only with ever other adult thought Sarah had ever had. Her eyes became blank and devoid of intelligence, and her mouth became slack as a thing line of drool dripped down her chin. It was only be the same power that Sarah was even still standing.

“Ah, that’s better. Don’t worry, in another few years are so I’ll let you try and be an adult again, but only when I think you can be trusted this time. Now, let’s get you changed.” With another snap of her fingers, Sarah’s clothes disintegrated, leaving her standing in currently yellowing diaper. “Oh, and not a moment too soon! Now come to mamma and we’ll get you into a nice clean diaper for my sweet baby girl.”

“Well, well, well… Look what the cat dragged in.” Sally smiled as she stood up from her throne, her diaper crinkle as she walked down the steps towards the teenage girl currently bound and gagged before her. “Cindy Wellman, the head cheerleader and self-proclaimed ‘Queen Bee’. Not so high and mighty now, are we?”

“Oh, you can struggle all you like, but it won’t do any good. See, you thought it was so funny the day you walked into the locker rooms and discovered my secret. You thought it was so funny when you posted all those pictures of me in my diapers around the school. You thought it was especially hilarious when you pantsed me in the middle of the hall, revealing my used diaper to the entire school.

“I have never been so humiliated in all my life. But, instead of letting you get away with, I decided to do one better and get even. See, you may have discovered that I was incontinent, but you never realized why I was. So I think it’s time I let you in on a little secret:

“I’m a witch.”

“Oh, is that laughter I hear behind that gag of yours? Well, laugh it up all you want, because it’s true. You see, in order for a witch to gain more power, she has to give up something first. Something personal too, in order to avoid that whole “human sacrifice” thing. Depending on how valuable the thing given up, the more power you receive.”

“That’s right: I chose to give up my continence, and in exchanged gained immense power, enough power to enthral the whole school and turn it into my kingdom, all so I can have you at my mercy. Oh, I could have just snapped my fingers and gotten my revenge, but I wanted more. I wanted you to be there, grovelling at my feet as I took my revenge. And now… I know just the punishment you deserve.

*SNAP*

“That’s it Cindy, make big, stinky messes for Mommy. You know the rules, you only get a diaper change after you make messies in you diaper.

“There we go! Such a good girl! Oh, wait! I just remembered that was your last diaper. Guess you’ll just have to stay in that one until we get more at the store. Now, come along, Mommy needs to get you secured into your high chair for the long drive…”

Take One, Please

Finally!” Julie exclaimed as she tossed her purse onto her bed. Halloween night and her mom had suddenly been called into work, which meant she had been stuck taking her goody-two-shoes little sister out trick-or-treating instead of going to Josh’s party. The hours had passed slower than Mr. Richards trigonometry class, before the brat had been tired out and they could finally return home.

Still, it hadn’t been all bad. She had snagged some of her sister’s candy when she wasn’t looking, as well as pilfered a handful of full sized chocolate bars from one house that had been too lazy to hand out candy, instead putting a bowl with a sigh reading “Please take one!” stuck inside. While her little sister had only taken one, Julie had scoffed at the whole thing and stuffed some of the candy in her purse.

Honestly, what did they expect to happen? It’s not like anyone will care… Strolling over to her closet, Juliet stripped down to her underwear as she retrieved her costume: a sexy Harley Quinn. Her boyfriend, Eric, has promised to be here to take her to Josh’s party in about a half-hour, which would give her more than enough time to get into her costume.

Twenty minutes later, Julie was all done up in her costume, her corset showing just the right amount of cleavage and her shirt short enough to give any on lookers a passing glance at her panties. Oh, Julie intended to make Eric squirm tonight!

With some time to spare, Julie decided now was a good enough time as any to dig into her pilfered sweets. Opening up her purse, she plucked one of the full sized bars from inside and undid the wrapping. There loss, my gain.

The moment she took a bite, her mouth seemed to explode with pleasure, devouring the chocolate bar and quickly grabbing another one. Drool dripped down her mouth as she quickly inhaled a second one, before moving onto a third. The world seemed to fade around her as she focused only on the candy.

So enthralled by the candy, Julie didn’t notice as her panties began to inflate, becoming the thick, absorbent plastic of a diaper with each bite. Her legs were pushed apart as the diaper became thicker and thicker, merging with her lacy shirt to form ruffles on the back. Her legs wiggled like jelly as she fell to her knees, knocking her purse off her bed and scattering candy across her floor.

Flopping onto her belly, Julie crawled across the floor towards the candy, a bib forming around her neck to catch her drool as she grabbled for another candy bar. Grunting, she felt a strange gurgling sensation in her bowels, hastily pushing to try and relieve the pressure.

“Hey, Julie!” Eric called out as he pushed the door to Julie’s room open. “You all ready for—” Eric froze in the doorway, her eyes fixated on his girlfriend’s diapered rear as she pushed, the back of her diaper sagging as the rancid smell of fresh shit filled the air. “J-julie?”

Julie glanced ever her shoulder, grinning as she wiggled her diapered butt hypnotically and waved at the stunned teenager. “Hi, Daddy! You want candy?”

Hush, Little Baby…

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,

Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…”

Willow crawled as fast as her legs would carry her, the thick diaper locked around her waist making it impossible for her to even toddle. Still, she knew she had to escape this crazed funhouse, before the woman caught her.

“And if that mockingbird won’t sing,

Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…”

She knew she shouldn’t have bought a ticket to this stupid funhouse, tucked almost out of site at the very back of the carnival. But Willow was curious enough to see what it had to offer, so she had payed and stepped on through the door.

“And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass…”

The moment Willow had stepped inside, the nightmare began. Finding herself in a giant nursery with everything adult sized, she had been confused at first. In her confusion, she hadn’t heard the large woman walk up behind her before she had been grabbed by the arm and forcibly pinned down onto the changing table.

“And if that looking glass gets broke,

Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat…”

With her limbs swiftly locked into restraints, she was helpless to resist as her clothes were cut from her body and she was diapered like some oversized infant. All the while her captor cooed and smiled as she powdered her and taped the diaper snugly closed.

“And if that billy goat won’t pull,

Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull…”

The moment the woman undid her restraints, Willow kicked as hard as she could and knocked the woman back, allowing her to roll off the changing table and on to the padded floor. Trying to run proved useless, as she barely toddled three steps before falling to her knees. Still she desperately tried to reach the door and escape this hell.

And then the woman had started singing.

“And if that cart and bull turn over,

Mama’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover…”

With each word, Willow felt like her brain was turning to mush, making it harder and harder to think. Even if she had wanted to run, she couldn’t remember how to even walk. Despite this, she finally reached the door, grabbing the doorknob and trying to wrestle it open, even as the knowledge of how to do so vanished from her brain. She grunted, struggling to open the door and flee back into the carnival.

“And if that dog named Rover won’t bark

Mama’s gonna buy you a horse and cart…”

With one final grunt, the back of Willow’s diaper sagged as she helplessly shit herself, the seat of her diaper now stained a muddy brown. He fingers slipped from the doorknob as drool ran down her mouth, her eyes glassy and devoid of intelligence. Her fingers soon found their way into her mouth, gleefully sucking on them.

“And if that horse and cart fall down,

You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.”

The very next morning, the carnival had vanished without a trace, almost as if it had never existed in the first place.

The Tale of Diapernochio

Once upon a time…

In a small town, there lived a girl named Susie. While Susie was known amongst the townsfolk as a sweet young woman, she was also known for the bevy of lies she spoke day to day.

Who broke the vase? Not me! Susie would say, even when there had been no one else home. Did you take the last cookie from the cookie jar? Nope, Susie would say, wiping crumbs from her shirt. Did you sweep the floor like I asked you to? Yep! Susie would say, while candy wrappers and dirt still littered the floor.

One day, Susie was awoken by a bright flash of light in her room. As the light faded, she was able to see a beautiful woman standing in the middle of her room, a magic wand in one hand and fairy wings fluttering behind her.

“Who are you?” Susie asked, to which the woman replied, “I’m the fairy of truth, and I have been saddened by the many times you have seen fit to lie even when you had no reason to.”

“I don’t lie!” Susie said, to which the fairies wand let out a buzzing sound in response. “And I don’t believe in fairies!”

“There you go again. You are supposed to be a young woman, yet you fib like a child. If you are going to ask like a child, then you will be dressed like one. Diapernochio!” With a wave of her wand, a shot of light hit Susie, making her underwear puff out into a thick diaper with childish prints on the front.

“What is this?!” Susie cried, trying desperately to remove the diaper and unable to.

“I will tell you once you answer a simple question for me. Was it you who stole the last of your mother’s cookies?”

“No!”

*POOF*! The diaper around Susie’s waist puffed up slightly, gaining almost a half-inch of new padding.

“Liar.” The fairy taunted.

“I’m not a liar!”

*POOF!* Again, her diaper thickened.

“Yes you are, and now everyone will be able to see. For every time you lie, that diaper of yours will get thicker and thicker, until walking becomes near impossible. The only way to reverse it is to tell the truth… or to use it fully and then ask another to change you into a fresh one.”

“Eww! I would never do that!”

The fairy only giggled. “We shall see, my little Diapernochio.”

Thus began the tale of Diapernochio, the girl who’s diaper got thicker and thicker with every lie.

Cursed

Curses are real.

For the longest time, I’ve been under the spell of a curse that has defined my entire life. Don’t ask me how I got it, because I couldn’t tell you. All that I know is that I discovered that I was cursed on my eighteenth birthday, when I tried to have sex for the first time some random guy I met at a bar. His name was Harry and I know this because of what happened next.

There we were, him grinding on top of me as we both inched closer and closer to climax. However, just as I was on the very edge, there was a bright flash of light and Harry disappeared. In his place was an incredibly thick diaper now taped around my sex, Harry’s name written across the waistband.

Even as drunk as I was, I started to panic. I tried desperately to remove the tapes, but no matter how much I struggled, they refused to come free. During all this, I was still incredibly horny and all my jerking a twisting around had only worsened my need for release. Seeing no other option, I grabbed the front of the diaper furiously rubbed myself through it, the sound of crinkling plastic filling the room.

Finally, I orgasmed into the diaper that had once been Harry, flopping back on to the bed exhausted. Tired, I drifted asleep, still wearing that diaper.

The very next morning, I awoke to find Harry sleeping next me, still soaked in the juices of last night’s session. Careful as to not awaken him, I slipped out of bed, gathered up my clothes and raced out of his home.

So, that’s my curse. Every time I have sex, my partner is transformed into a diaper that I am then compelled to orgasm into. Even worse, I have found that that’s now the only way I can get it off, and it’s even better if I use the diaper first.

However, that doesn’t keep me from picking up guys from the club, I just have to make sure i take them to my place instead, like my recent addition, George. I can already feel myself reaching the edge as I finish releasing my bladder, just a… few… more… rubs… Aaaahhhh…

Out For A Stroll

“Alright honey, time to show everyone your nice outfit!”

Kimi groaned behind her pacifier, desperately trying to hide her face behind her plushie. For the last few days, the high schooler had been through one nightmare after another, a nightmare of bottles, diaper changes and copious amounts of public humiliation, and it was all because she had messed with the wrong lady.

It had seemed like any other day, hanging out at the mall food court with her friends. Distracted by her phone, Kimi hadn’t been watching where she was walking and had walked straight into another women, smearing her food across her dress.

Right now, Kimi wished more than anything that she could turn back time and do it over. Apologize, help her clean up, maybe even offer to pay her back for the meal she’d ruined. Unfortunately, Kimi had done none of those things, instead sneering at the woman and saying, “Looks like someone forgot their bib today!”

She’d laughed, her friends had laughed, but the woman hadn’t, glaring at her with pure hatred in her eyes. Then, a strange smile came across her face as she muttered, “Oh, laugh now. But you’re going to be needing more than a bib pretty soon…”

Obviously, Kimi had passed it off as the woman attempting to be threatening and had gone on with her day. The next morning however, the woman’s words came back to haunt her as she awoke to find herself in a crib, her room transformed into a massive nursery and, worst of all, a thick and very wet diaper taped around her crotch. A diaper that refused to budge no matter how much she tugged.

It had only gone downhill from there, as her mother came in not long after to change her. No matter how much Kimi tried to reason with her, all her mom seemed to hear was babbling gibberish coming from her mouth, smiling as her ‘talkative little baby.’

It was the same whenever her Mom strapped her into a stroller and took her out for a daily walk around town. Paraded around town, all anyone seemed to see was a mother taking her infant daughter out for a stroll, though that did nothing to ease the humiliation as she her total lack of control meant she was often changed in clear view of any passerbys.

Kimi’s only hope was that she would run into the woman again, and hopefully convince her to undo whatever she’d done.

“Oh, it looks like my little baby needs her diaper changed!”

Preferably before she had to endure any more diaper changes…

Rattle

*Rattle**Rattle*Rattle*

April giggled as she shook her beloved rattle. Once she had been on the cusp of graduating college, until her mother had gotten her the rattle for her birthday. Now all April cared about was her rattle, to the point she would burst into tears if she didn’t have it all times. She didn’t care about anything else, not even as her mommy changed her into a fresh diaper, one that would certainly be soaking wet before long. April couldn’t care less, since it meant not needed to be away from her rattle to go potty.