Alice sat nervously in the back of the car, a nauseating pit forming in her stomach. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Even now, she couldnt believe she was going through with this.
She could remember how it happened. She stood in front of the judge, having been brought in after a series of minor offenses. Littering, public intoxication, fighting, a few petty thefts¦ Nothing really major, but it built up to a lot. Thankfully, thanks to her looks, she had managed to avoid many of the accusations. In a way, it angered her. She didnt mind being attractive, but¦ she was really more cute then anything. Between large, innocent eyes, bright blond hair, a roundish face, and a short stature, it was hard to get people to take her seriously. Her street style clothes and rough attitude compensated somewhat. But when she was in the court, looking at the judge with the most pleading pout she could make, her looks helped.
So, instead of jail, this is where she found herself. She was to try a new, experimental program. She would be allowed to stay free most of the time as long as she went to weekly disciplinary therapy. The idea was to remove the pride some criminals gained from going to jail. Rather than using it too seem tough, they would be embarrassed by what happened. What that entailed was entirely up to the man running it for her, and he could decide to give her a harsher schedule if he choose. The stories she had heard from some of the previous indoctrinates were¦ weird, at best. They really could do next to anything.
The car pulled over, and a police officer helped her out. She was at a hotel. Well that was encouraging, surely he wouldnt try anything too weird with people around.
She was lead into the lobby, crowded with travellers who longed at coffee tables and couches between the columns. Some leaned over a central fountain where children were throwing coins and making wishes. Overall, it was beautiful. But all Alice could think of was which of the dozens of people around her was the man who would take charge of her. Surly it was no one at the cashiers, probably not the people admiring the trees and plants added as decoration, or anyone in one of the shops. She doubted it was one of the more foreign looking people, who were probably there on vacation.
The officer led her toward a coffee table where a man sat reading a newspaper and sipping his drink. He was tall with brown hair, a short beard and broad shoulders barely disguised by a long coat. He looked kind, but¦ Alice did not want to make him angry, not with those arms. The man waved the police officer away. He did not look up from the newspaper.
So you are Alice, hmmm? He spoke in a cold, gruff voice.,
Uhh¦. Yes sir.
Lets see¦ two accounts of fighting, three of graffiti, once of theft. A few more petty crimes. Quite the list here.
Yes sir.
Mhmmm. And you come to me because you think you can get out of jail time, right? But tell me, what the hell are you wearing?! His voice rose in anger, a few people glanced over.
What? I¦ Alice looked down at her clothes. Skin tight, torn jeans, thong visible. A black tank top and several necklaces. She had to admit, not very impressive.
You come to me dressed like that? Like some kind of slut?
WHAT!? NO!
Get over here! We will have to start early, I can see.
To her shock, Alice felt herself get picked up right out of the air and pulled over the mans knee. She tried to struggle, but he was far too strong. He pulled her jeans down to her ankles and tore off her underwear, throwing it away.
What are you doing?!? Alice squealed. The answer came a second later when the mans huge hand landed with a loud SMACK against her bare bottom. Alice let out a squeak and tried to push away. Her efforts were futile, and it only earned her even harder smacks. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! His hand rose and fell over and over, and her bottom was soon bright red and burning. Worse of all, she could feel the dozens of eyes staring at her, laughing and tacking pictures. They all knew why it was happening, even if they didnt know the details they knew about the program. Some, she was sure, even knew who she was. All together it was too much, and she started to cry as the smacks continued to rain down.
Are you crying now? Already? And to think you tried to act tough. Get up. The man turned her over to sit her on his lap, making her jump up a bit as her bottom burned. If youre going to cry like a little girl I will treat you like one. Suck your thumb.
What? Why? Please dont make me! Alice pleaded.
NOW! Unless you want another spanking! the man replied, and Alice obeyed quickly. You will keep that in there until I say so.
He grabbed Alice by the hand and led her through the hotel with her pants around her ankles, bright red bottom on display, thumb in her mouth, and tears still fresh on her cheek. Her face burned almost as red as her backside. She looked down and avoided eyed contact with the crowds of laughing strangers, trying to hide as best as possible. The man took her to the elevator. He hit a button and a moment later took her into a crowded elevator. Alice pouted and then cried anew as everyone riding with her turned to stare at the girl sucking her thumb with her pants down. Mercifully, it was over quickly, and he lead her into the hallway towards a room and took her in.
It was a large sweet, seemingly set up for a family. There was a living room at the entrance followed by a spacious kitchen, a bathroom, and a bed room with two beds and a crib. The walls were turquoise and there was a huge flat screen tv. Clearly, the man had spent quite a bit of money to get it. Alice also noticed several cameras along the walls. Whatever he was planning to do to her, it would be filmed.
Get down on the ground! And keep your thumb in your mouth He ordered, and Alice obeyed, lying on her back as he rummaged through his bag. For the rest of the night, you will do exactly as I say. You will only speak if I give you permission. And when you do, you will refer to me as Daddy.
Alice looked at him confused. Daddy? Why the hell would I call you that?
He stopped what he was doing and glared at her. As I was saying, any time you break a rule, you will immediately be punished. For example, you just took your thumb out of your mouth, talked without permission, and swore at me. Now what should we do about that?
Alice immediately gulped and put her thumb back into her mouth, but it was too late. The man reached into his bag and took something out. He grabbed her by the jaw and shoved it into her mouth, moving it back and forth. A horrible, bitter taste filled her mouth, and she could feel bubbles forming. She realized that it was soap and tried to spit it out, but could not due to the force of his hands. Soon he stopped, but keep the bar in, allowing her mouth to continue filling with suds.
Alright, I am going to dress you properly, then give you another spanking. If you can keep it in until then, I will take the soap out. If you drop the bar, we begin again with the spanking. Understood?
Alice starred at him wide eyed, but dared not argue. She tried to ignore the taste in her mouth as the man- Daddy, she guessed- reached into his bag and took out a plastic package. He tore it open and took out a white object. He unfolded it and lay it underneath her hips. To her horror, Alice realized it was a diaper. She tried to shout out protests, but they were muffled by the bar of soap in her mouth and were ignored. She shook her head violently and try to push his hands away. In response, the man grabbed both her wrists and bound them behind her back, then smacked her bottom sharply again. That effectively silenced all protests as the man continued to diaper her, first covering her with powder then taping the humiliating garment to her hips. She looked down at it. It all white except for lines of pink rabbits dancing along it between the word baby written over and over. It was hot, itchy, and thick enough to force her legs apart. The man then pulled her into a sitting position, making her diaper crinkle loudly beneath her. He took off her shirt and replaced it with a yellow one with rubber duckies and smiling faces drawn on it. He then tied her hair into pigtails.
She looked down in despair at her outfit, then looked at her daddy pleadingly. Seeing her pouting up at him, he said Dont look like that. Given what you were wearing before, you clearly cant be responsible enough to pick your own clothes. You try to seem all mature and tough, but end up acting like a child. This is far more appropriate for you. Anyway, I have the right to dress you however I choose. Now get up, its time for your spanking.
Alice screamed through the soap, but did not struggle. She knew what that would get her. Once again, she found herself pulled over the mans lap. Instantly, the soap began to slide out of her mouth. With her hands tied behind her back, the only way to keep the slippery object in was to continuously suck on it and clench with her teach, making the taste a hundred times worse. She supposed this was the point, and found herself having to swallow suds before the first blow even landed. When it did come, it made her jump up and squeal, almost dropping the soap again. He continued to spank her already sore bottom, his hand landing with a loud SMACK! against the plastic and padding of her diaper. She was at least a bit grateful for the extra cushioning. Not that it did that much, and after about fifteen spanks she was screaming again.
Finally the man let up, and sat her on his lap. You kept the soap in. Good baby! He removed the bar and replaced it with a pink pacifier. Not wanting to get in trouble again, Alice sucked on the pacifier glumly. He untied her hands. Now you will keep that pacifier in your mouth unless I tell you to take it out. If you try to spit it out, I will find something much worse for you to have in your mouth. Understood? She nodded, terrified of what that could entail. Good girl. Now its supper time!
He picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. He opened a closet and took out a piece of folded furniture, which Alice quickly realized was a bright pink high chair. He unfolded it and sat her down. He pulled the tray in front of her, locking it in place. Alice found this effectively confined her in the childish seat. She accepted her fate, blushed, put her elbows on the tray and set her face sadly into her hands as the man prepared her food.
First, he took out containers of mush, each a different colour. Alice saw Peas, Onions, Broccoli and Tomato on a few of them, and couldnt make out the others. She guessed whatever was there wouldnt taste very good. Daddy mixed several containers of the mush into a blender, following it up with what looked like oatmeal, and finally a few drops from a green bottle. Alice tried to ask what it was but found it almost impossible to speak with the pacifier filling her mouth. He blended the substances together, forming an unappealing, brownish goo which he poured into a bowl. He then took out an oversized baby bottle, put powdered formula milk into it, mixed it with water and put more drops from the green bottle into it. He picked up both the objects and placed them in front of her.
Alice was terrified. Surely he didnt expect her to eat that! She had to say something. Please dont Daddy! At least tell me what that stuff you mixed in it was! What if Im allergic? In her panic, she didnt notice the pacifier dropping from her mouth to the floor.
The man looked at her calmly. You, sweetie, are a baby. You arent supposed to talk like that. And you will eat whatever I give you. The stuff from the green bottle was a powerful laxative, to help you fill your diapers. And I promise you arent allergic. Alice gasped. Did he really expect her to use her diapers like that? The man continued. As for the rule about the pacifier, I will let it slide for now, since I need to feed you anyway. But if it happens again, you can expect the punishment to be that much worse.
Alice pouted, but was relieved she wasnt being punished. The man picked up a spoon, scooped up the slimy mixture, and shoved some into her mouth. It was horrible, even worse than the soap. It was even worse because Alice knew that, with the laxative mixed in, it was only a matter of time before every bite found its way through her system and into her diaper. The thought almost brought her to tears. As it was, she sniffled and gagged as she chocked down spoonful after spoonful of the awful food. She blushed, humiliated at being fed from a high chair like an infant. Next she was bottle feed the formula, which was humiliating but at least cleared the taste from her mouth. When she was done, she stared at the man with tears in her eyes.
He unlocked the table on the high chair, picked her up and sat her on the ground in the bed room, in front of the crib which Alice realized was probably intended for her. He placed a series of toys around her: stuffed animals, blocks, rattles, all things one would expect a baby to play with. Alright listen baby girl. As you probably noticed, you are being filmed. He pointed out the cameras Alice noticed earlier. I want a few films of you playing happily like a baby before you mess your diapers. Try to enjoy yourself and look as childish as possible, and look surprised when you fill your diapers for the camera. This is a test of your obedience, so the better you act now the better I will treat you latter.
Alice watched him leave into the next room, and sat for a moment unsure of what to do. Remembering his warning, Alice picked up some of the stuffed animals and made them run along the ground, trying to think of how a baby might play with them. Soon she was enjoying herself, giggling and cooing as she played with her toys. A bright smile formed under her pacifier, which she sucked on happily and without noticing.
Soon a feeling in her gut brought her back to reality. The laxatives really did work quickly. Her stomach rumbled, and she realized she would soon mess herself, whether she wanted to or not. The thought of it was horrifying. After everything she had done, how could she allow herself to use diapers like a child? What if people found out? She stared at the open bathroom door, and the hallway to where the man had gone. For all she knew, he was asleep. There was already enough on the cameras to ruin her reputation for years, willingly messing her diapers would make it even worse. She at least had to try something.
She glanced again at the hallway, then began to crawl quietly toward the bathroom door. She stopped, and looked around again, listening. The man made no noise. She stood up on her feet and tip toed toward the bathroom.
Going somewhere? she heard his voice behind her. She screamed, then stood in place, frozen in fright.
Planning to use the bathroom eh? Thinking I wouldnt notice? The man grabbed her by the wrist, turned her around, and opened up the back of her diaper. As I though, completely clean. The only way that could happen is if you were deliberately trying not to mess. Is that what a baby would do? Well, is it? Wide eyed, Alice shook her head. Thats what I thought too. Im afraid you need to be punished again sweetie. Spanking alone doesnt seem to be cutting it, so we will try something different.
Alice, so terrified she was almost nauseous, felt herself get picked up and laid down on the ground. The man took out her pacifier and taped her mouth shut. Next, he grabbed her ankles, pulled them towards her face, and taped them behind her head. She found herself forced into a human basket, extremely uncomfortable and a painful strain forming in her legs. The extra pressure on her stomach brought her closer and closer to messing her diapers right in front of him. With her padded rear in the air and only inches from her face, there was no way she could hide it, and the smell would be horrifyingly close to her face.
The man walked away for a second and returned with a camera and a paddle. He fixed the camera directly at her exposed bottom. Alright, first of all, you will stay in that position for the next hour and a half. Also, I figured you did this because you didnt want anyone to be able to see you mess yourself. Therefore, you are going to do just that right in front of the camera. And to help encourage you, I will paddle you until I am satisfied you filled your diaper properly.
Alice began to scream immediately, but the sound was muffled by the tape. SMACK! The paddle stung even more than his hand had. SMACK! With her bottom already sore, the pain was unbearable. SMACK! But how could she use the diaper like that? SMACK! With her mouth taped and her nose so close to the diaper, the smell would be horrible and unavoidable. SMACK! Could she last an hour and a half like that? SMACK! Crying loudly now, Alice thought furiously as she struggled to hold in her mess. SMACK! Part of her just wanted the spanking to end and the pressure out of her gut, another part was horrified at the prospect of being in a messy diaper. Which she herself had messed. On camera.
Resigned to her fate and with tears running down her cheeks, Alice relaxed and instantly felt her bowels void themselves into her diaper with a loud brraaaapppp. The infantile garment quickly filled up with hot, slimy mush, and the smell filled her nostrils, making her gag. It was even worse then she thought! And it kept coming, pouring out loudly into her diaper. She even felt herself wet uncontrollably at the same time. The man kept paddling her, as if he hadnt noticed the loud noise, her diaper inflating and turning brown, or the strong smell. His paddle mushed her mess around, spreading it all over, leaving the inside of her diaper even more uncomfortable. Finally he stopped just as the last of the mess found its way into her diaper. Alice was soaked with sweat and tears, and her diaper was soaked through with what had been her supper.
The man pushed her, still tied up, into a closet which she could barely fit into. He moved the camera and again trained it on her. Alright, I really dont want to have to smell that for the next hour and a half. Its your punishment; I dont need to suffer as well. So you will stay locked up in here until I come get you. Enjoy your messy diaper.
He closed the door, leaving her in darkness. With no ventilation, the smell got worse and worse. As her bent over position and taped mouth made it hard to breath, she was forced to inhale deeply through her nose. As the smell got more and more unbearable, the pain in her legs from being tied behind her head and the itch on her bottom from the mess in her diaper did the same. Worse yet, she soon realized the laxative hadnt quite finished its work, and she felt herself mess twice more while in the closet. She was certain the diaper couldnt take any more without bursting. Silently, she vowed never to break a single rule again. Not if this was what would happen.
She lost track of time. It seemed to take days, confined sweating with the smell. Just when she thought her Daddy had forgotten about her, she saw the closet door open.
WHEW! You really did a number on that diaper, didnt you sweetie! Thats quite the smell. He waved his hand mockingly in front of his nose, knowing she had been confined with the stench the entire time. Now does the baby want a change?
Alice nodded. The man untied her, and untapped her mouth, putting the pacifier back in its place. He lay her on the bathroom floor and untapped the diaper. Alice pouted again, realizing she was about to get a diaper change from a stranger on camera. At her age! The man took his time cleaning her with baby wipes, the entire time making a show of plugging his nose and commenting on the smell. Just as she assumed he was going to tape her into another diaper, he picked her up and pulled her bent over on the counter by the sink, taping her wrists and ankles in place. He then took out a bottle which he filled with warm water. She looked at him questioningly.
Seeing her glance, he explained what he was doing. Since you were so reluctant to mess yourself that I had to force you, I am giving you a chance to do it more willingly. First, you are going to get an enema. Then I will put suppositories into you, followed by a plug. When you cant bear it anymore, you will beg me to diaper you, treat you like a baby, and let you mess yourself on the camera. Understood? He removed the pacifier so she could answer.
Nooo! Please dont do this! Ill be good! Please! Her please went ignored as he shoved a pipe into her bottom. She felt her bowels fill with water. The pressure was even worse than the laxatives! The pain built until she was certain she would burst, the continued ever further. Next she felt him shove pills in after the water, and finally a plug. He untapped her, took out a pink pull up, and put it on her. He followed this with a frilly yellow dress. It was too short to cover her thighs and had a smiling sun on it. It looked disturbingly like something a four year old would wear.
Since you rejected being a baby, Ill let you try to be a toddler. As soon as youre ready to go back to your diapers, come and tell me. Oh, and since you dont have a pacifier I expect you to suck your thumb. Try to look cute for the camera. He left her in the bed room again, surrounded by toys and with a cartoon running on the television.
Alice looked around, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The dress, combined with her already youthful look, the pigtails, and the thumb in her mouth really did make her look like a toddler. Or at least a little girl, waiting for her daddy to take her to kindergarten or preschool. At least it was better than the diapers.
She sat on the ground and glumly watched the cartoon Daddy left on the television. She felt a huge cramp in her stomach. The enema was bad enough, and the suppositories combined with it to make an unholy mixture barely kept in by the plug. She knew, in the back of her mind, that it was only a matter of time before she was desperately begging, on camera, to be a diapered dependent little baby. She shut the thought out of her mind and tried to concentrate on the cartoon, a musical show with little animals.
Suddenly another cramp hit. Desperate, she called out to her Daddy. PLEASE! Take it out of me! Im ready!
The man walked over. Are you telling me you want to go back into diapers?
YES! Please
The man put his fingers under his chin and pondered. Hmmm¦ No, I dont think so. Alice gaped at him in shock. I dont think you want it enough. Wait a bit, and try again, then maybe Ill let you be a baby.
Alice, shocked and dumbfounded, watched the man walk away, leaving her again with the cartoons and toys. At first, she was angry, and through the toys around her in a fit. Then she realized she just looked like a kid on camera, and sat down on the bed pouting. She watched the cartoon as the cramps built and built. Finally she could take it no more. She had to get him to help her! But how could she convince him?
After some pondering, she guessed she knew what she needed to do. He wanted her to be humiliated, she needed to do it to herself. She swallowed her pride, got down on all fours, and began to crawl. She made sure her skirt came up and revealed her pull up, childish as it was. She turned her rear toward a camera and swayed it as she crawled, stopping momentarily to suck on her thumb. She crawled into the next room and stopped in front of the man.
Pwease Daddy, she said, in as cute a voice as possible. I want my diapies back and to be a baby. I need diapies. I wanna messy diaper! I cant be a big giwl. It was imperfect, but she hoped it had the right effect.
The man seemed happy with that. Really? You really want to be treated like a baby that badly? She nodded. Alright then, he said, taking off her dress. He handed her a diaper, powder, and a pacifier. Diaper yourself, if that is what you want.
This surprised Alice. She hadnt expected to do it herself. She realized it would look like she was willingly putting it on, as if she really wanted it. Resigned to her fate, she sat on the bed. Making sure every movement was seen by the camera, she powdered and pulled the diaper up between her legs. She taped it on snugly, trying her best to smile at the man and the camera as she did. Finally she popped the pacifier in her mouth.
Good baby! If you really want to be in stinky diapers, Ill let you. He turned her around and bent her over slightly, holding her in place with her diapered butt facing the camera. He reached into the back of her diaper and removed the plug.
Alice pushed as hard as she could, and her diaper quickly filled up once again. Because of the enema, the mess was much more liquidly, and it came out quickly and loudly. It quickly soaked her entire diaper, turning it brown. Alice turned back to look as her diaper expanded behind her. She pouted, having humiliated herself this way for the second time that night. The man stood behind her when she was finished, mushing and patting her diaper for a few minutes. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and pretended it wasnt happening.
To her surprise, the man made no move to change her. Instead, he took out a role of tape and wrapped it around the waist of the diaper. Then he pulled up a pair of clear plastic panties, which he secured in place with a small lock. He then dressed her in pink footed pajamas, complete with a flap behind her for checking messy diapers. He untied her hair.
Alright there baby, its your bedtime. He said, patting her rear.
WHAT! Alice said angrily, spitting out her pacifier. You cant send me to bed like this! You need to change me! You cant¦ Alice was cut off as he roughly picked her up by the shoulders.
HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME! Have you learned nothing? You dont get to make demands. And I already warned you about the pacifier! Alice squealed in terror, realizing what she had done. Wait her, I can see we are not done. I told you if you didnt want the pacifier, Ill get something worse.
The man sat her down on the ground, messy diaper squishing underneath her. He returned a minute later with a white, yellow and brown object. Alice realized after a minute it was the diaper she had used earlier. What was that for? No¦ Surely he didnt mean too¦
In answer to her silent question, the man spoke harshly. Open your mouth, he demanded. Terrified and disgusted at the thought, Alice refused and locked her jaw shut. Using his strong hands, he grabbed her jaw and forced it open. He shoved the diaper into her mouth and taped it in place. Thankfully, he had wrapped the diaper around itself and none of it leaked out into her mouth. However, the smell was even more horrible and unavoidable than ever before, and it kept her aching jaw stretched out. She could even taste it through the cloth and plastic. She tried to grab at it, but the man took both her hands and put them into thick mittens which matched her pink pajamas. Her hands now useless, she realized that there was nothing to do and she was trapped inside her humiliating clothes, diaper, with her disgusting gag.
He picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the next room. She whimpered quietly through the gag. He lay her in the crib, pulled a top over it, and locked it in place. He then turned out the lights and left.
Alice lay crying in the crib. It was still early, and she knew she would be there for a long time. There was nothing she could do. Her hands were useless, and even moving was difficult between the tight pajamas and the thick diaper. She dared not move too much lest she disturb her gag, making it even worse. She tried desperately for sleep, but it was slow in coming.
The next day she felt herself being picked up out of the crib by the man. He set her on her feet and removed her gag. Thankful for fresh, clean smelling air, she inhaled deeply. Though she could smell the diaper around her waist, it was better than the night before.
The man undid her pajamas and took them off. Then he pulled another shirt over her head, a green one with a teddy bear and I need my Pampers written in rainbow colours along the front. He put her hair back into their pigtails. Once again, he did nothing to remove the diaper, and it was left locked in place. Alice stared at him in confusion. She had assumed, since she was too leave in the morning, she would be allowed to dress in her normal clothes. Of course, this was not the case.
All right, I have assed your case and determined the best course of action. First of all, you will return here every Friday until I say. Alice tried to protest, but he continued and stuck a pacifier in her mouth. You will be diapered at all times, even when at home. I already discussed this with your roommate and sent her the materials. Alice grimaced, she had never gotten along with her roommate. She will act as your babysitter, changing you and punishing you when she sees fit. Any argument, and she will contact me. I can always show up more if it is needed. Alice gulped at the thought. Oh, and one more thing. Come here.
He took her by the hand and led her to a computer on the bed. To her horror, she realized it was open to her face book page. In place of her normal profile picture was one of her in a diaper and t shirt, sucking on a pacifier. A quick tour through the pages reveled more and more images from the night before, each with dozens of comments raging from Cute! and hahaha you deserve it to what the hell is wrong with you? A disturbingly large number asked if they could change her diapers.
The man continued. Your password was easy enough to find. Really? AlicelovesJB? Its like a crime on its own. I switched it to something more appropriate, and from now on you will only post with my permission. The images I posted now are only the tip of the iceberg. You ever try anything again, and I will put up the video of you begging to be diapered, not to mention your diaper changes and spankings, all over your page. From there, its only a matter of time before they are on youtube. Understood?
Alice nodded in horror. To show he was serious, the man showed her a video he had edited. It began with her begging and diapering herself, followed by her messing and getting changed. To anyone watching it, it seemed like she had wanted to do everything from the start. If that got out¦ Well, her tough reputation was devastated as it was.
Alright then, its time for you to go home. Dont drop the pacifier; I made sure people would be watching for you. I sent the key to your plastic pants to your roommate. She will change and feed you at home if she feels like it. I want you to walk along the main roads, and dont think of calling a cab. Not that they would pick you up anyway. He led her out the door and locked it behind her.
Alice stared for a moment at the door, than began the long walk home. It was normally a twenty minute walk, and with her outfit, it was going to be unbearable. Her diaper was still clearly visible, and clearly used. Even if someone didnt notice the brown stain at the back, the smell was far too strong to ignore. The t-shirt wasnt helping much either. She suckled on her pacifier glumly as she walked, tears once again forming in her eyes. She could only imagine the jeers and laughter she would get. She had to admit, it was an effective punishment. She certainly wouldnt break the law again.
She could remember how it happened. She stood in front of the judge, having been brought in after a series of minor offenses. Littering, public intoxication, fighting, a few petty thefts¦ Nothing really major, but it built up to a lot. Thankfully, thanks to her looks, she had managed to avoid many of the accusations. In a way, it angered her. She didnt mind being attractive, but¦ she was really more cute then anything. Between large, innocent eyes, bright blond hair, a roundish face, and a short stature, it was hard to get people to take her seriously. Her street style clothes and rough attitude compensated somewhat. But when she was in the court, looking at the judge with the most pleading pout she could make, her looks helped.
So, instead of jail, this is where she found herself. She was to try a new, experimental program. She would be allowed to stay free most of the time as long as she went to weekly disciplinary therapy. The idea was to remove the pride some criminals gained from going to jail. Rather than using it too seem tough, they would be embarrassed by what happened. What that entailed was entirely up to the man running it for her, and he could decide to give her a harsher schedule if he choose. The stories she had heard from some of the previous indoctrinates were¦ weird, at best. They really could do next to anything.
The car pulled over, and a police officer helped her out. She was at a hotel. Well that was encouraging, surely he wouldnt try anything too weird with people around.
She was lead into the lobby, crowded with travellers who longed at coffee tables and couches between the columns. Some leaned over a central fountain where children were throwing coins and making wishes. Overall, it was beautiful. But all Alice could think of was which of the dozens of people around her was the man who would take charge of her. Surly it was no one at the cashiers, probably not the people admiring the trees and plants added as decoration, or anyone in one of the shops. She doubted it was one of the more foreign looking people, who were probably there on vacation.
The officer led her toward a coffee table where a man sat reading a newspaper and sipping his drink. He was tall with brown hair, a short beard and broad shoulders barely disguised by a long coat. He looked kind, but¦ Alice did not want to make him angry, not with those arms. The man waved the police officer away. He did not look up from the newspaper.
So you are Alice, hmmm? He spoke in a cold, gruff voice.,
Uhh¦. Yes sir.
Lets see¦ two accounts of fighting, three of graffiti, once of theft. A few more petty crimes. Quite the list here.
Yes sir.
Mhmmm. And you come to me because you think you can get out of jail time, right? But tell me, what the hell are you wearing?! His voice rose in anger, a few people glanced over.
What? I¦ Alice looked down at her clothes. Skin tight, torn jeans, thong visible. A black tank top and several necklaces. She had to admit, not very impressive.
You come to me dressed like that? Like some kind of slut?
WHAT!? NO!
Get over here! We will have to start early, I can see.
To her shock, Alice felt herself get picked up right out of the air and pulled over the mans knee. She tried to struggle, but he was far too strong. He pulled her jeans down to her ankles and tore off her underwear, throwing it away.
What are you doing?!? Alice squealed. The answer came a second later when the mans huge hand landed with a loud SMACK against her bare bottom. Alice let out a squeak and tried to push away. Her efforts were futile, and it only earned her even harder smacks. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! His hand rose and fell over and over, and her bottom was soon bright red and burning. Worse of all, she could feel the dozens of eyes staring at her, laughing and tacking pictures. They all knew why it was happening, even if they didnt know the details they knew about the program. Some, she was sure, even knew who she was. All together it was too much, and she started to cry as the smacks continued to rain down.
Are you crying now? Already? And to think you tried to act tough. Get up. The man turned her over to sit her on his lap, making her jump up a bit as her bottom burned. If youre going to cry like a little girl I will treat you like one. Suck your thumb.
What? Why? Please dont make me! Alice pleaded.
NOW! Unless you want another spanking! the man replied, and Alice obeyed quickly. You will keep that in there until I say so.
He grabbed Alice by the hand and led her through the hotel with her pants around her ankles, bright red bottom on display, thumb in her mouth, and tears still fresh on her cheek. Her face burned almost as red as her backside. She looked down and avoided eyed contact with the crowds of laughing strangers, trying to hide as best as possible. The man took her to the elevator. He hit a button and a moment later took her into a crowded elevator. Alice pouted and then cried anew as everyone riding with her turned to stare at the girl sucking her thumb with her pants down. Mercifully, it was over quickly, and he lead her into the hallway towards a room and took her in.
It was a large sweet, seemingly set up for a family. There was a living room at the entrance followed by a spacious kitchen, a bathroom, and a bed room with two beds and a crib. The walls were turquoise and there was a huge flat screen tv. Clearly, the man had spent quite a bit of money to get it. Alice also noticed several cameras along the walls. Whatever he was planning to do to her, it would be filmed.
Get down on the ground! And keep your thumb in your mouth He ordered, and Alice obeyed, lying on her back as he rummaged through his bag. For the rest of the night, you will do exactly as I say. You will only speak if I give you permission. And when you do, you will refer to me as Daddy.
Alice looked at him confused. Daddy? Why the hell would I call you that?
He stopped what he was doing and glared at her. As I was saying, any time you break a rule, you will immediately be punished. For example, you just took your thumb out of your mouth, talked without permission, and swore at me. Now what should we do about that?
Alice immediately gulped and put her thumb back into her mouth, but it was too late. The man reached into his bag and took something out. He grabbed her by the jaw and shoved it into her mouth, moving it back and forth. A horrible, bitter taste filled her mouth, and she could feel bubbles forming. She realized that it was soap and tried to spit it out, but could not due to the force of his hands. Soon he stopped, but keep the bar in, allowing her mouth to continue filling with suds.
Alright, I am going to dress you properly, then give you another spanking. If you can keep it in until then, I will take the soap out. If you drop the bar, we begin again with the spanking. Understood?
Alice starred at him wide eyed, but dared not argue. She tried to ignore the taste in her mouth as the man- Daddy, she guessed- reached into his bag and took out a plastic package. He tore it open and took out a white object. He unfolded it and lay it underneath her hips. To her horror, Alice realized it was a diaper. She tried to shout out protests, but they were muffled by the bar of soap in her mouth and were ignored. She shook her head violently and try to push his hands away. In response, the man grabbed both her wrists and bound them behind her back, then smacked her bottom sharply again. That effectively silenced all protests as the man continued to diaper her, first covering her with powder then taping the humiliating garment to her hips. She looked down at it. It all white except for lines of pink rabbits dancing along it between the word baby written over and over. It was hot, itchy, and thick enough to force her legs apart. The man then pulled her into a sitting position, making her diaper crinkle loudly beneath her. He took off her shirt and replaced it with a yellow one with rubber duckies and smiling faces drawn on it. He then tied her hair into pigtails.
She looked down in despair at her outfit, then looked at her daddy pleadingly. Seeing her pouting up at him, he said Dont look like that. Given what you were wearing before, you clearly cant be responsible enough to pick your own clothes. You try to seem all mature and tough, but end up acting like a child. This is far more appropriate for you. Anyway, I have the right to dress you however I choose. Now get up, its time for your spanking.
Alice screamed through the soap, but did not struggle. She knew what that would get her. Once again, she found herself pulled over the mans lap. Instantly, the soap began to slide out of her mouth. With her hands tied behind her back, the only way to keep the slippery object in was to continuously suck on it and clench with her teach, making the taste a hundred times worse. She supposed this was the point, and found herself having to swallow suds before the first blow even landed. When it did come, it made her jump up and squeal, almost dropping the soap again. He continued to spank her already sore bottom, his hand landing with a loud SMACK! against the plastic and padding of her diaper. She was at least a bit grateful for the extra cushioning. Not that it did that much, and after about fifteen spanks she was screaming again.
Finally the man let up, and sat her on his lap. You kept the soap in. Good baby! He removed the bar and replaced it with a pink pacifier. Not wanting to get in trouble again, Alice sucked on the pacifier glumly. He untied her hands. Now you will keep that pacifier in your mouth unless I tell you to take it out. If you try to spit it out, I will find something much worse for you to have in your mouth. Understood? She nodded, terrified of what that could entail. Good girl. Now its supper time!
He picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. He opened a closet and took out a piece of folded furniture, which Alice quickly realized was a bright pink high chair. He unfolded it and sat her down. He pulled the tray in front of her, locking it in place. Alice found this effectively confined her in the childish seat. She accepted her fate, blushed, put her elbows on the tray and set her face sadly into her hands as the man prepared her food.
First, he took out containers of mush, each a different colour. Alice saw Peas, Onions, Broccoli and Tomato on a few of them, and couldnt make out the others. She guessed whatever was there wouldnt taste very good. Daddy mixed several containers of the mush into a blender, following it up with what looked like oatmeal, and finally a few drops from a green bottle. Alice tried to ask what it was but found it almost impossible to speak with the pacifier filling her mouth. He blended the substances together, forming an unappealing, brownish goo which he poured into a bowl. He then took out an oversized baby bottle, put powdered formula milk into it, mixed it with water and put more drops from the green bottle into it. He picked up both the objects and placed them in front of her.
Alice was terrified. Surely he didnt expect her to eat that! She had to say something. Please dont Daddy! At least tell me what that stuff you mixed in it was! What if Im allergic? In her panic, she didnt notice the pacifier dropping from her mouth to the floor.
The man looked at her calmly. You, sweetie, are a baby. You arent supposed to talk like that. And you will eat whatever I give you. The stuff from the green bottle was a powerful laxative, to help you fill your diapers. And I promise you arent allergic. Alice gasped. Did he really expect her to use her diapers like that? The man continued. As for the rule about the pacifier, I will let it slide for now, since I need to feed you anyway. But if it happens again, you can expect the punishment to be that much worse.
Alice pouted, but was relieved she wasnt being punished. The man picked up a spoon, scooped up the slimy mixture, and shoved some into her mouth. It was horrible, even worse than the soap. It was even worse because Alice knew that, with the laxative mixed in, it was only a matter of time before every bite found its way through her system and into her diaper. The thought almost brought her to tears. As it was, she sniffled and gagged as she chocked down spoonful after spoonful of the awful food. She blushed, humiliated at being fed from a high chair like an infant. Next she was bottle feed the formula, which was humiliating but at least cleared the taste from her mouth. When she was done, she stared at the man with tears in her eyes.
He unlocked the table on the high chair, picked her up and sat her on the ground in the bed room, in front of the crib which Alice realized was probably intended for her. He placed a series of toys around her: stuffed animals, blocks, rattles, all things one would expect a baby to play with. Alright listen baby girl. As you probably noticed, you are being filmed. He pointed out the cameras Alice noticed earlier. I want a few films of you playing happily like a baby before you mess your diapers. Try to enjoy yourself and look as childish as possible, and look surprised when you fill your diapers for the camera. This is a test of your obedience, so the better you act now the better I will treat you latter.
Alice watched him leave into the next room, and sat for a moment unsure of what to do. Remembering his warning, Alice picked up some of the stuffed animals and made them run along the ground, trying to think of how a baby might play with them. Soon she was enjoying herself, giggling and cooing as she played with her toys. A bright smile formed under her pacifier, which she sucked on happily and without noticing.
Soon a feeling in her gut brought her back to reality. The laxatives really did work quickly. Her stomach rumbled, and she realized she would soon mess herself, whether she wanted to or not. The thought of it was horrifying. After everything she had done, how could she allow herself to use diapers like a child? What if people found out? She stared at the open bathroom door, and the hallway to where the man had gone. For all she knew, he was asleep. There was already enough on the cameras to ruin her reputation for years, willingly messing her diapers would make it even worse. She at least had to try something.
She glanced again at the hallway, then began to crawl quietly toward the bathroom door. She stopped, and looked around again, listening. The man made no noise. She stood up on her feet and tip toed toward the bathroom.
Going somewhere? she heard his voice behind her. She screamed, then stood in place, frozen in fright.
Planning to use the bathroom eh? Thinking I wouldnt notice? The man grabbed her by the wrist, turned her around, and opened up the back of her diaper. As I though, completely clean. The only way that could happen is if you were deliberately trying not to mess. Is that what a baby would do? Well, is it? Wide eyed, Alice shook her head. Thats what I thought too. Im afraid you need to be punished again sweetie. Spanking alone doesnt seem to be cutting it, so we will try something different.
Alice, so terrified she was almost nauseous, felt herself get picked up and laid down on the ground. The man took out her pacifier and taped her mouth shut. Next, he grabbed her ankles, pulled them towards her face, and taped them behind her head. She found herself forced into a human basket, extremely uncomfortable and a painful strain forming in her legs. The extra pressure on her stomach brought her closer and closer to messing her diapers right in front of him. With her padded rear in the air and only inches from her face, there was no way she could hide it, and the smell would be horrifyingly close to her face.
The man walked away for a second and returned with a camera and a paddle. He fixed the camera directly at her exposed bottom. Alright, first of all, you will stay in that position for the next hour and a half. Also, I figured you did this because you didnt want anyone to be able to see you mess yourself. Therefore, you are going to do just that right in front of the camera. And to help encourage you, I will paddle you until I am satisfied you filled your diaper properly.
Alice began to scream immediately, but the sound was muffled by the tape. SMACK! The paddle stung even more than his hand had. SMACK! With her bottom already sore, the pain was unbearable. SMACK! But how could she use the diaper like that? SMACK! With her mouth taped and her nose so close to the diaper, the smell would be horrible and unavoidable. SMACK! Could she last an hour and a half like that? SMACK! Crying loudly now, Alice thought furiously as she struggled to hold in her mess. SMACK! Part of her just wanted the spanking to end and the pressure out of her gut, another part was horrified at the prospect of being in a messy diaper. Which she herself had messed. On camera.
Resigned to her fate and with tears running down her cheeks, Alice relaxed and instantly felt her bowels void themselves into her diaper with a loud brraaaapppp. The infantile garment quickly filled up with hot, slimy mush, and the smell filled her nostrils, making her gag. It was even worse then she thought! And it kept coming, pouring out loudly into her diaper. She even felt herself wet uncontrollably at the same time. The man kept paddling her, as if he hadnt noticed the loud noise, her diaper inflating and turning brown, or the strong smell. His paddle mushed her mess around, spreading it all over, leaving the inside of her diaper even more uncomfortable. Finally he stopped just as the last of the mess found its way into her diaper. Alice was soaked with sweat and tears, and her diaper was soaked through with what had been her supper.
The man pushed her, still tied up, into a closet which she could barely fit into. He moved the camera and again trained it on her. Alright, I really dont want to have to smell that for the next hour and a half. Its your punishment; I dont need to suffer as well. So you will stay locked up in here until I come get you. Enjoy your messy diaper.
He closed the door, leaving her in darkness. With no ventilation, the smell got worse and worse. As her bent over position and taped mouth made it hard to breath, she was forced to inhale deeply through her nose. As the smell got more and more unbearable, the pain in her legs from being tied behind her head and the itch on her bottom from the mess in her diaper did the same. Worse yet, she soon realized the laxative hadnt quite finished its work, and she felt herself mess twice more while in the closet. She was certain the diaper couldnt take any more without bursting. Silently, she vowed never to break a single rule again. Not if this was what would happen.
She lost track of time. It seemed to take days, confined sweating with the smell. Just when she thought her Daddy had forgotten about her, she saw the closet door open.
WHEW! You really did a number on that diaper, didnt you sweetie! Thats quite the smell. He waved his hand mockingly in front of his nose, knowing she had been confined with the stench the entire time. Now does the baby want a change?
Alice nodded. The man untied her, and untapped her mouth, putting the pacifier back in its place. He lay her on the bathroom floor and untapped the diaper. Alice pouted again, realizing she was about to get a diaper change from a stranger on camera. At her age! The man took his time cleaning her with baby wipes, the entire time making a show of plugging his nose and commenting on the smell. Just as she assumed he was going to tape her into another diaper, he picked her up and pulled her bent over on the counter by the sink, taping her wrists and ankles in place. He then took out a bottle which he filled with warm water. She looked at him questioningly.
Seeing her glance, he explained what he was doing. Since you were so reluctant to mess yourself that I had to force you, I am giving you a chance to do it more willingly. First, you are going to get an enema. Then I will put suppositories into you, followed by a plug. When you cant bear it anymore, you will beg me to diaper you, treat you like a baby, and let you mess yourself on the camera. Understood? He removed the pacifier so she could answer.
Nooo! Please dont do this! Ill be good! Please! Her please went ignored as he shoved a pipe into her bottom. She felt her bowels fill with water. The pressure was even worse than the laxatives! The pain built until she was certain she would burst, the continued ever further. Next she felt him shove pills in after the water, and finally a plug. He untapped her, took out a pink pull up, and put it on her. He followed this with a frilly yellow dress. It was too short to cover her thighs and had a smiling sun on it. It looked disturbingly like something a four year old would wear.
Since you rejected being a baby, Ill let you try to be a toddler. As soon as youre ready to go back to your diapers, come and tell me. Oh, and since you dont have a pacifier I expect you to suck your thumb. Try to look cute for the camera. He left her in the bed room again, surrounded by toys and with a cartoon running on the television.
Alice looked around, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The dress, combined with her already youthful look, the pigtails, and the thumb in her mouth really did make her look like a toddler. Or at least a little girl, waiting for her daddy to take her to kindergarten or preschool. At least it was better than the diapers.
She sat on the ground and glumly watched the cartoon Daddy left on the television. She felt a huge cramp in her stomach. The enema was bad enough, and the suppositories combined with it to make an unholy mixture barely kept in by the plug. She knew, in the back of her mind, that it was only a matter of time before she was desperately begging, on camera, to be a diapered dependent little baby. She shut the thought out of her mind and tried to concentrate on the cartoon, a musical show with little animals.
Suddenly another cramp hit. Desperate, she called out to her Daddy. PLEASE! Take it out of me! Im ready!
The man walked over. Are you telling me you want to go back into diapers?
YES! Please
The man put his fingers under his chin and pondered. Hmmm¦ No, I dont think so. Alice gaped at him in shock. I dont think you want it enough. Wait a bit, and try again, then maybe Ill let you be a baby.
Alice, shocked and dumbfounded, watched the man walk away, leaving her again with the cartoons and toys. At first, she was angry, and through the toys around her in a fit. Then she realized she just looked like a kid on camera, and sat down on the bed pouting. She watched the cartoon as the cramps built and built. Finally she could take it no more. She had to get him to help her! But how could she convince him?
After some pondering, she guessed she knew what she needed to do. He wanted her to be humiliated, she needed to do it to herself. She swallowed her pride, got down on all fours, and began to crawl. She made sure her skirt came up and revealed her pull up, childish as it was. She turned her rear toward a camera and swayed it as she crawled, stopping momentarily to suck on her thumb. She crawled into the next room and stopped in front of the man.
Pwease Daddy, she said, in as cute a voice as possible. I want my diapies back and to be a baby. I need diapies. I wanna messy diaper! I cant be a big giwl. It was imperfect, but she hoped it had the right effect.
The man seemed happy with that. Really? You really want to be treated like a baby that badly? She nodded. Alright then, he said, taking off her dress. He handed her a diaper, powder, and a pacifier. Diaper yourself, if that is what you want.
This surprised Alice. She hadnt expected to do it herself. She realized it would look like she was willingly putting it on, as if she really wanted it. Resigned to her fate, she sat on the bed. Making sure every movement was seen by the camera, she powdered and pulled the diaper up between her legs. She taped it on snugly, trying her best to smile at the man and the camera as she did. Finally she popped the pacifier in her mouth.
Good baby! If you really want to be in stinky diapers, Ill let you. He turned her around and bent her over slightly, holding her in place with her diapered butt facing the camera. He reached into the back of her diaper and removed the plug.
Alice pushed as hard as she could, and her diaper quickly filled up once again. Because of the enema, the mess was much more liquidly, and it came out quickly and loudly. It quickly soaked her entire diaper, turning it brown. Alice turned back to look as her diaper expanded behind her. She pouted, having humiliated herself this way for the second time that night. The man stood behind her when she was finished, mushing and patting her diaper for a few minutes. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and pretended it wasnt happening.
To her surprise, the man made no move to change her. Instead, he took out a role of tape and wrapped it around the waist of the diaper. Then he pulled up a pair of clear plastic panties, which he secured in place with a small lock. He then dressed her in pink footed pajamas, complete with a flap behind her for checking messy diapers. He untied her hair.
Alright there baby, its your bedtime. He said, patting her rear.
WHAT! Alice said angrily, spitting out her pacifier. You cant send me to bed like this! You need to change me! You cant¦ Alice was cut off as he roughly picked her up by the shoulders.
HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME! Have you learned nothing? You dont get to make demands. And I already warned you about the pacifier! Alice squealed in terror, realizing what she had done. Wait her, I can see we are not done. I told you if you didnt want the pacifier, Ill get something worse.
The man sat her down on the ground, messy diaper squishing underneath her. He returned a minute later with a white, yellow and brown object. Alice realized after a minute it was the diaper she had used earlier. What was that for? No¦ Surely he didnt mean too¦
In answer to her silent question, the man spoke harshly. Open your mouth, he demanded. Terrified and disgusted at the thought, Alice refused and locked her jaw shut. Using his strong hands, he grabbed her jaw and forced it open. He shoved the diaper into her mouth and taped it in place. Thankfully, he had wrapped the diaper around itself and none of it leaked out into her mouth. However, the smell was even more horrible and unavoidable than ever before, and it kept her aching jaw stretched out. She could even taste it through the cloth and plastic. She tried to grab at it, but the man took both her hands and put them into thick mittens which matched her pink pajamas. Her hands now useless, she realized that there was nothing to do and she was trapped inside her humiliating clothes, diaper, with her disgusting gag.
He picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the next room. She whimpered quietly through the gag. He lay her in the crib, pulled a top over it, and locked it in place. He then turned out the lights and left.
Alice lay crying in the crib. It was still early, and she knew she would be there for a long time. There was nothing she could do. Her hands were useless, and even moving was difficult between the tight pajamas and the thick diaper. She dared not move too much lest she disturb her gag, making it even worse. She tried desperately for sleep, but it was slow in coming.
The next day she felt herself being picked up out of the crib by the man. He set her on her feet and removed her gag. Thankful for fresh, clean smelling air, she inhaled deeply. Though she could smell the diaper around her waist, it was better than the night before.
The man undid her pajamas and took them off. Then he pulled another shirt over her head, a green one with a teddy bear and I need my Pampers written in rainbow colours along the front. He put her hair back into their pigtails. Once again, he did nothing to remove the diaper, and it was left locked in place. Alice stared at him in confusion. She had assumed, since she was too leave in the morning, she would be allowed to dress in her normal clothes. Of course, this was not the case.
All right, I have assed your case and determined the best course of action. First of all, you will return here every Friday until I say. Alice tried to protest, but he continued and stuck a pacifier in her mouth. You will be diapered at all times, even when at home. I already discussed this with your roommate and sent her the materials. Alice grimaced, she had never gotten along with her roommate. She will act as your babysitter, changing you and punishing you when she sees fit. Any argument, and she will contact me. I can always show up more if it is needed. Alice gulped at the thought. Oh, and one more thing. Come here.
He took her by the hand and led her to a computer on the bed. To her horror, she realized it was open to her face book page. In place of her normal profile picture was one of her in a diaper and t shirt, sucking on a pacifier. A quick tour through the pages reveled more and more images from the night before, each with dozens of comments raging from Cute! and hahaha you deserve it to what the hell is wrong with you? A disturbingly large number asked if they could change her diapers.
The man continued. Your password was easy enough to find. Really? AlicelovesJB? Its like a crime on its own. I switched it to something more appropriate, and from now on you will only post with my permission. The images I posted now are only the tip of the iceberg. You ever try anything again, and I will put up the video of you begging to be diapered, not to mention your diaper changes and spankings, all over your page. From there, its only a matter of time before they are on youtube. Understood?
Alice nodded in horror. To show he was serious, the man showed her a video he had edited. It began with her begging and diapering herself, followed by her messing and getting changed. To anyone watching it, it seemed like she had wanted to do everything from the start. If that got out¦ Well, her tough reputation was devastated as it was.
Alright then, its time for you to go home. Dont drop the pacifier; I made sure people would be watching for you. I sent the key to your plastic pants to your roommate. She will change and feed you at home if she feels like it. I want you to walk along the main roads, and dont think of calling a cab. Not that they would pick you up anyway. He led her out the door and locked it behind her.
Alice stared for a moment at the door, than began the long walk home. It was normally a twenty minute walk, and with her outfit, it was going to be unbearable. Her diaper was still clearly visible, and clearly used. Even if someone didnt notice the brown stain at the back, the smell was far too strong to ignore. The t-shirt wasnt helping much either. She suckled on her pacifier glumly as she walked, tears once again forming in her eyes. She could only imagine the jeers and laughter she would get. She had to admit, it was an effective punishment. She certainly wouldnt break the law again.
