No… gotta… hold it…

No matter how much she struggled, Jasmine was fighting a losing battle. About a week ago (possibly more, since time had lost all meaning long ago), Jasmine had been jogging through the woods when she’d happened to stumble upon a path she’s never noticed before. Following it led her to a quaint cabin in the woods, owned by a young woman who had graciously invited her in. Not wanting to refuse such hospitality, Jasmine had followed her inside.

The moment the door had shut behind her, Jasmine had sealed her fate. She hadn’t noticed anything odd about the tea, as a sudden feeling of fatigue came over her. Passing it up to her jog through the woods, she had gotten up to leave when the woman had offered to let her nap in the spare room. Again, Jasmine hadn’t the heart to refuse.

When she awoke from her nap though, everything had changed. The room was now a nursery and she was dressed like an infant, diapers and all. She had struggled for several minutes to remove them when the door had opened and the woman had stepped in, smiling at her like nothing was wrong. “Ah, I see you’re awake.”

“What is this, you crazy bi-” 

“Be quiet, for Mommy.”

Jasmine would have gasped if her mouth hadn’t clamped shut, making her unable to do little more than mumble.

“There, that’s better,” The woman said with a sinister smile. “Now, I think it’s time you had you diapee changed, the first of many to come.”

Since then, Jasmine had been at the utter mercy of her “caregiver”. As the woman had to do was say “For Mommy,” and she would be powerless to stop herself. With each passing day, Jasmine was become more and more like a baby, filling her diaper before she even released, despite her attempts to hold it in. The sound of footsteps behind her made a chill run down her spine before she heard her dreaded voice:   

“Oh, does my baby girl need to make messy? Just let it go, for Mommy.”

NO! But it was too late, as Jasmine felt her body start to move against her will, her padded rear lifting into the air as she grunted and pushed, her bladder releasing at the same time. As her diaper sagged from use, all Jasmine could do was cry as her hope of escape dwindled further and further away.