by Devon Shire
It took a long time to empty the baby bottle. And once I sucked and found air rather than the taste and texture of warm milk, I found myself oddly full. I imagined this was how a baby must have felt. They didn’t care about the difference between solid and liquid. They couldn’t, not with so little experience, and now I didn’t seem to mind the difference either.
Kayla pulled away the bottle. A stray drop dribbled down my chin. Before I could wipe it away with my wrist, she dabbed it off with her fingertip. I glared at her for a moment, remembering how I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. She must have seen the conflict play out on my face because she cuddled me closer and said, “You’re a good girl. You drank your entire bottle with hardly any fuss.”
I didn’t want her praise. I didn’t want her to tell me I had behaved. The thought galled me because it meant they were winning. No, I couldn’t accept this. I couldn’t let them lull me into submission.
“Do you want your treat?” she asked.
My nostrils flared as hesitancy and annoyance fought for control. This was the first choice they allowed me. In one sense, I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to be negative all the time and show my resistance through raw petulance. But then I would just sound like an angry two-year-old. Refusing to act the way they treated me, I asked, “What sort of treat?”
“You’ll find out, sweetie. It’s a surprise!” She leaned down and whispered as though this actually was special and not simply another way to humiliate me, “But if you ask really nice, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Fine. Yes, I want the surprise.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“Such a well behaved little girl!” Kayla patted me on the head again. I watched her fingertips and the red of her nails for a moment. That’s why I didn’t notice her free hand as she slipped it into my diaper. “Oh, you’re still nice and dry. Don’t worry. I don’t think that’ll last long.”
I wanted to hiss back some sharp retort, but then my eyes widened as she slipped her fingers against my vagina. Her fingertip barely grazed my outer lips before retreating back to dance along my inner thighs. I bit down, shocked at the sudden burst of arousal thundering through my body.
I was supposed to be outraged. I was supposed to be angry. But all of that tense emotion must have bottled down my other instincts, turning me into a powder keg. Now Kayla exploited that intensity, teasing me.
“Do you want a reward? After all, you’ve been so well behaved for Seth and me. At this rate, we might just keep you forever!” she said in her singsong tones. I should have been outraged at the thought. They couldn’t keep me like this; I wasn’t a slave. They couldn’t own me, and yet my brain whitened out into nothing but the colors of excitement while she played with me.
Kayla slipped her finger a bit deeper. She was gentle and let me get wet. My body opened up to her as the heat of excitement started to pulse along with my heartbeat. I couldn’t believe she was touching me like this. Again, I searched out some sense of disgust or defiance. I didn’t find any. Instead, I started to savor her touch. I cracked my eyes open for a second and found her smiling down at me.
She looked like a babysitter happy to give her charge so easy treat. Only instead of a cookie, she offered me something so much more intense.
Her finger plunged deeper into my inner recesses. I gasped, my lungs tightening and locking up as the pleasures swirled through me. They got so intense, like pulsating magma, thick and energetic and so alive. The heat burrowed its way to and from my core. My face flushed and I started to wiggle. I no longer cared about the crinkle of my diaper, and it didn’t occur to me to act in anyway.
I was the recipient of her touch and her treatment. Kayla had total control over me. All I could do was lie across her lap and enjoy the sensations she offered. I had to hope she wouldn’t stop.
Kayla giggled down at me, “Such a good girl! There’s my little baby girl! Yes, you’re just a happy little baby, aren’t you?” I bit down, retaining just a sliver of my dignity. I knew I wasn’t supposed to like this or the way she touched me, but I couldn’t help it!
The pad of her fingertip found my clit and I gasped again. I let out a slow, shivering moan. A small orgasm shivered through my body. Kayla must have noticed, but she didn’t stop. She continued to tease, stroke, and massage my most sensitive parts. The desires only burned brighter and hotter through me until I started to wiggle my hips back and forth.
I didn’t think of the diaper or the pictures. I didn’t think of how she demeaned me with every word and gesture. I only thought of how it felt to be full of warm milk and touched in this way. No one ever made me feel like this, this good.
The next orgasm bloomed bright and slow and I felt the whole of my body clench down. Even my pussy tightened as Kayla slipped her now soaked finger back out. I shuddered as my heart pounded and the pleasure danced between my nerves. It felt so good and so right. Perfectly excited contentment settled down on me until I curled up into a ball.
I didn’t want to move and Kayla didn’t make me. She started to stroke my back and another sense of contentment fell over me. That felt so incredibly wonderful. Again, the little voice at the back of my head cried out for me to be enraged at what they had done. But I couldn’t. This felt too good and too right, and I didn’t have the will to summon any genuine anger.
Even when I heard another pair of footsteps, I couldn’t move or even lift my head. “Did she have fun?” asked Seth.
“She did. But now she’s all tuckered out.”
“Alright. I’ll put her down for a nap.”
Seth strong arms picked me up. He cradled me, and I heard the crinkle of my diaper, and I felt its bulge sticking out like a reminder. Those thoughts passed though, forgotten and discarded almost as quickly as they flickered through me. Seth carried me through the house; I left my eyes closed until I felt him lay me down on something soft. I moved and heard a crinkle.
In seconds, I fell asleep.
I slept totally and completely. I didn’t dream, or if I did, I couldn’t remember the images. It’s always like that here, when I sleep in my baby cage. Sometimes I fall asleep between Kayla and Seth. At other times, the put me down for naps or make me go to bed around six or seven at night.
But for the first nap, I woke up refreshed and disoriented. I remember thinking of the assignments I had to complete. And as I tallied the pages and writing assignments, I rolled over and hit something. It wasn’t the wall of my dorm room. No, this felt like bars.
Bars? I tried to understand it, but then my body stiffened as I refused to believe those memories were real. They bubbled up: being late for class, the interview, the diaper, the bottle, and the echoed pleasures of Kayla’s teasing fingertip.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and found the bars of my crib. This was the first time I awoke there. I glanced between them and spotted the changing table. As each memory flared back, so did my resolve. I couldn’t believe I had allowed Kayla to master and dominate me so easily. All it took was a bottle of warm milk? No, I was better than that. I was better than this stupid crib and—my diaper.
I glanced back down and felt it there between my legs. I pulled away the thin blanket Seth must have pulled across my body and found white symbol of my regression. The ruffles, the prints, the weight, and the noise all reminded me of how this was neither a dream, nor a nightmare.
Turning around, I blinked away the last of sleep and felt myself awaken all the way again. As my thoughts crystallized, I made a decision. I had to get away, there and now. I peeked up and saw there were no bars across my baby cage. I could do it.
Before I made any decisions, a realization hit me.
I had to use the bathroom. It wasn’t an intense need. I could hold it for a long time. College classes often required me to ignore any potential need. So right then, I concentrated on simply getting away and out of this diaper.
I started to sit up and felt a wave of wooziness rush through my head. I gripped the
bars and steadied myself. After two or three seconds, my equilibrium returned. I got back onto my knees and it was a bit easier this time, but I still felt weak.
The collar. I remembered it, how everything went back to Seth and Kayla’s experiment. Breathing out, I reached for the clasp at the back, only it wasn’t just some latch. Nope, they had a small lock. I felt its dimensions and remembered the key Kayla wore around her neck. I was stuck in this thing for the foreseeable future, not that I would let their collar keep me as their baby girl.
I was stronger than this, I told myself. I could get out and get away.
I grabbed the top of the bars and pulled myself up onto my feet. The top of the crib only came to my waist, so I lifted one leg and started to get out. Again, a rush of weakness shot through my limbs, and for a moment, I thought I might not be able to do it. Perhaps the crib would be enough to keep me trapped.
With a flurry of effort, I got one leg up and over the bars. I rested for a moment. This was so much harder than it should have been. An actual toddler would have had the same difficulties, I thought, more rueful than annoyed right then. I couldn’t allow myself to get flustered.
I worked my other leg over, let go, and stumbled down onto the floor of the nursery. I was free! A triumphant smirk washed over my face and I shook my head, thinking of how easy this was going to be.
I didn’t make a lot of sound, so I probably had some time before they came to check on me. Exhaling, I wanted to stand up, but when I tried, I felt my legs wobble beneath me. I guessed that the collar’s effects must have been cumulative. Walking with Kayla to the living room had been taxing. Now it would probably be impossible.
As I started to crawl across the room, I realized this was easier. If anything, I felt more energetic as I moved along on my hands and knees. I paused before the door though, wondering if I should take off the diaper. There were dressers here. At least one of them had to have some clothes.
Baby clothes.
My adult attire had been taken away, and I didn’t want to risk looking for it. No, I had to act now. If I could just get outside and get some help, then I would be free. I didn’t care if anyone saw me like this, not if wasting any more time would compromise my chance at freedom.
Bracing myself, I reached for the door. Before I could touch it though, the door swung outward and Seth smiled down at me. He didn’t seem shocked or even surprised that I had made my way out of the crib.
He snatched me up in his arms and carried me over to the changing table. The whole way there, I tried to break his hold and called out, “Let me go! Let me go!” Seth ignored me.
“Naughty girl. Did you think you were going to wander off and play by yourself?” he shook his head. “No, you’re going to stay here and be a good girl. Yes, you are.”
“You can’t do this to me,” I said again. I had repeated those words so often. They were starting to lose any meaning, even to me.
“I will get away,” I told him, my voice steeled and determined. I wanted to see him flinch or appear concerned, if only for a second. He didn’t. Instead, he shook his head again, patted me on the head, and reminded me how I looked so cute.
In a flash, he seemed to forget about my escape attempt. Instead, he asked, “Are you ready for your bath?”
“I don’t need a bath. I’m perfectly clean.”
“Are you now?” he asked, “So have you wet your diaper yet?”
“No,” I said. “And I’m not going to.” Again, I made my stare hard and cold. I wanted him to take me seriously. He had to realize what they were doing couldn’t work. They couldn’t regress me against my will.
As those thoughts played out, Seth pushed me down onto my back. I wanted to resist, but he was stronger. He grabbed one of my wrists and slipped it back into the restraint. A second more and the manacle tightened, binding my right side. A sense of dread started to work its way through me since I didn’t know what he had planned. I mean, they had to tie me down to diaper me in the first place, but I still had it on.
What else could he do?
He took another moment to secure my feet. I tried to kick away, but he latched onto my ankles, forced my legs down one at a time, and quickly had them tied to the changing table as well. I struggled against my bonds, but just like before, they held me fast. It didn’t matter how hard I pulled, they were sturdy. Clearly, Seth and Kayla had put a lot of time and effort into getting things ready for my captivity.
“So if I checked your diaper, you’d be nice and dry like a big girl?”
“I am a big girl!” I couldn’t believe I said those words. Backtracking, I spoke again, “I mean, I’m an adult.”
“But you’re diapered,” he told me. Without waiting for another answer, Seth slid his hand down into my diaper. I felt my pussy respond at once. A jolt of mixed hope and desire assaulted my sense of outrage. I remembered the way Kayla touched me. Now I wanted Seth to do the same. No, my body wanted it. I wanted to get away. That’s what I kept repeating to myself anyway, a mantra of defiance and denial. “Only little girls have to be diapered to keep them from making messes.” He nodded again and tightened his lower lip with mock seriousness.
My fingers clenched into fists as I imagined myself smacking him across the cheek. I wanted him to respect me. I had worked so hard to prove myself, but now he had me tied to a changing table.
I didn’t know it yet, but things were about to get so much worse.
“Now, it seems you really are dry.”
“I keep telling you, I shouldn’t be in diapers.”
“Why is that?” he seemed to regard me seriously for a moment.
A flicker of hope sprang to life. He was watching me with such sincerity. He regarded me almost as an adult, and I wanted to take this moment to prove that I shouldn’t have been there.
I licked my lower lip and tried to stifle my eagerness. I didn’t want him to sense my desperation. “I’m dry because I can control myself. I really can.” Yes, the desire to pee and empty my bladder was starting to burn as the pressure pushed out, but I remained strong. More importantly, my diaper remained unsoiled.
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I’m dry! You just checked!” My voice started to fray, turning frenzied with my desperation. Without even meaning too, I writhed on the table, my restraints taut as I struggled against the manacles which held me there and under his power.
“And you’ll stay dry?”
“Yes! As long as I can.” My voice dropped several decibels because I had to confess the truth, “But I won’t be able to hold it forever. No one can.”
“That was very honest of you, baby girl, so you know what? I’m going to give you a chance to prove you really are a big girl for me.”
It sounded too good to be true, yet I started to believe I might be able to convince him to let me go. What if it was all Kayla? What if Seth didn’t really want to keep me as a diapered pet? I had to hope. “What do I have to do?”
“You have to keep from wetting your diaper for five minutes. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, obviously.” Derision colored my answer.
“So confident. So brave.” Seth grazed his fingertips along the flat of my stomach. The warmth of his touch tingled through my skin. He worked his way further and further up my torso until his nails touched the bottom curve of my breasts. I bit down on my lower lip again, wondering what he intended.
Seth placed his palm on my right breast. He didn’t do anything else. I remained motionless. I didn’t even struggle against the straps. But I couldn’t hold it back for long. Desire coiled through me like a loaded spring. I felt heat gather beneath the cover of my diaper. The warmth intensified as a storm of excitement danced throughout my body.
I swallowed; I started to writhe again. It wasn’t an intentional struggle anymore. I wasn’t moving in the hopes of breaking away or slipping free. Instead, I just had to move. I had to burn off some of the excess energy I found storming between my nerves.
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My nipples hardened, and I felt myself get even wetter. The need to pee started to fade as a wholly different instinct took over.
“Twitchy girl,” said Seth with a baleful grin.
I wanted to tell him to screw off. Instead, I managed to straighten my features and hide my arousal. My breast ground against his palm, which he kept in the same spot. “Settle down, little girl. Then we can start your test.”
The heat spread up my pale skin. It seemed as though all of my flesh glowed with desire. I wanted to feel his touch. I wanted to know how it would feel to have his finger, tongue, or penis between my legs. The thought made me twitch again, but I buried my desires and settled down. Within another ten, maybe fifteen seconds, I relaxed and felt the craving for his attention begin to fade.
Seth pulled his hand back, plucked his phone from his pocket, and announced, “The game is simple, diaper girl. If you can keep from wetting for five minutes, I will let you go. I won’t even stop you if you waddle off.” He flicked my nose again, reminding me of how pathetic my first attempt had really been.
“Fine. Can we start?”
“Right now,” he punched a button, I heard a beep, and he flashed the screen. A timer ticked down from five minutes. At 4:55, Seth tucked his phone back in his pocket. I could only hope it would buzz or shout with an alarm once the time hit zero.
“I’m going to win,” I said to fill the silence.
Seth just watched me. He shook his head.
Narrowing my eyes, I tried to think of something better to say. Instead, I started to wonder if he had lied to me. Why not? They already had me against my will, so it wouldn’t take much to simply keep me, no matter what promises I made.
