Baby Alice
Alex squirmed around in his high chair. He knew it was coming, but he wanted to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. He felt his stomach growl and his muscles loosen as he attempted to cross his legs in anticipation.
Alex had still not fully accepted his new position in life. There he was, a 21 year old man sitting in a high chair, wearing the pinkest, frilliest oversized baby dress he’d ever seen, as well as an incredibly puffy diaper fastened snugly between his legs. His blonde hair was long and tied into cute pigtails and he was wearing frilly white knee socks with pink Mary-Jane shoes. His appearance, size and voice were already incredibly feminine, so he fit the role perfectly. It had been one day since he inadvertently signed his entire life away. He was in need of a place to live, and after getting in contact with a 22 year old named John, he thought he had found the perfect place. John was the opposite of Alex – masculine, handsome, and tall. He was also quite rich and lived in a very large house by himself. Alex thought it was too good to be true – to live in such a nice house with John, who Alex found nice yet intimidating, was a dream come true. He didn’t even bother reading the contract, which was his biggest mistake.
The morning after signing the contract, Alex was forced out of bed, was led groggily into a strange new room, before promptly being stripped down and spanked hard. With tears running down his face, Alex asked what John was doing. He explained that the contract gave John full responsibility over Alex’s life, including how he would live it. According to John, from this day forward Alex would live his life as a baby girl in every sense of the word. He would follow every rule set down by John or else. “I’m sorry I had to spank you, but think of it as a taste of what will happen if you don’t follow my rules.”
He further explained that, if Alex refused enough, John would have the law on his side, putting him in debt and making him homeless. This thought terrified Alex – he couldn’t survive on his own. He was weak and helpless. He silently listened to John list off the rules of Alex’s new life, which would include dressing and acting like a baby girl at all times, responding to the name “Alice” and yes – even using his diapers, which John promptly dressed Alex into, along with a very babyish outfit. It was at that point that John turned on the main light of the room, revealing it to be covered in pink all over – decorated with dolls, fairies, princesses and an assortment of the most feminine and babyish items imaginable, including a crib and changing table. “Welcome to your new life, Alice.”
That was a day ago, though it seemed much longer. In that space of time he had been forced to wet himself twice – in John’s own words, “Only big girls can use the potty”. But he had managed to hold off from doing ‘number 2’. He wanted to avoid that at all costs. It had been getting difficult to hold it in – especially because he was forced to crawl around the house at all times.
So today, after Alex had gotten his feeding of baby food (which he couldn’t stand) and warm milk, John told Alex that he had added a little something extra to his dinner. Alex was confused at first. John mentioned that he had to quickly go to the store to get something, and he would only be gone about five minutes. He kissed Alex on the forehead and left him in the oversized highchair. Though his arms were free to move around, Alex was unable to free himself from the highchair – the only way he could get out was through John. The highchair legs were secured to the floor to prevent him falling over, so he was forced to sit there until John came back.
Shortly after John left, Alex felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He had been feeling discomfort from holding it in for so long, but this was different. Then, it suddenly dawned on him. The “something extra” John had added to the warm milk… was a laxative. He tried desperately to fight it, but he knew it was coming. He braced himself for the worst.
He tried everything he could to hold it, for what felt like
an eternity, but he couldn’t fight it anymore, and with a whimper he relaxed
his muscles. A huge amount of poop came
flooding out and filling every bit of his diaper. He lifted his bottom off the seat to try and
stop it from spreading, but it was no good.
He pushed out load after load and it spread out to every inch of the
back of his diaper.
Finally he was done, and took a moment to catch his breath. He was so ashamed of what he had done. He was still hovering his butt over the highchair seat, although now the diaper was sagging to the point where it was barely touching the seat again. Realising he couldn’t hold himself up above it until John got back, he took a deep breath, and with tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he slowly lowered himself back down to the seat. He nearly gagged at the noises his poop made as it spread out even further across his diaper. Finally he sat down and his diaper was absolutely full of poop. His bottom lip quivered like a toddler, as he had no choice but to sit in his warm, squishy diaper for John to return home.
Finally, after waiting for what felt like hours, John came
back through the kitchen door with a shopping bag in his hands, placing it down
on the floor. “I’m back, Alice!” He said cheerfully. Alex didn’t have the courage to speak up
after what he just did. He walked over
to Alex before stopping in his tracks and sniffing the air for a moment. “Uh-oh, did someone make a stinky?” John said, seemingly not annoyed, as he
unfastened the highchair and helped him down to the floor. John lifted the back of Alex’s skirt. He then placed his hand gently on the back of
Alex’s diaper and felt the warmth from his mess right away.
“Looks like someone needs a diaper
change! But first… wait right here
sweetie.” Alex cringed at the use of such babyish pet names for
him. He also cringed at having to spend
another second in his heavy diaper. The
smell was becoming stronger every second, and he was ashamed that he had done
this to himself, though he knew he had no choice anymore. Soon, John came back and knelt down behind
Alex and lifted his skirt again. “Okay
baby, just hold still…” He held still
for a moment with John behind him before hearing a click and seeing a
flash. His eyes widened in surprise as
John moved around to the front of him, to show him a photo he had taken on his
phone.
He looked in sheer embarrassment as he saw John had taken a photo of the back of his diaper, with the dark, saggy mess inside clearly visible. He also noticed for the first time that written across the seat of his diaper were the words “Princess Pottypants”. “So cute! Just wanted a little something to remember the first time my Princess made a poopy diapee.” John kissed Alex on the cheek gently before picking him up with ease, taking him to the changing table.
They arrived in Alex’s playroom – similar to his bedroom
upstairs, it was filled with toys, a playpen, a changing table, and various
other items for entertaining a baby.
John laid Alex down on the changing table and carefully unfastened the
diaper, revealing the mushy mess he had made.
“Whew! Someone’s a stinky little miss today. We’ll get that all sorted though.” John slid the diaper away, closing it up and throwing it in a nearby trash can. He then got to work on cleaning up Alex’s bottom, making sure not to miss an inch. After that he added cream and baby powder, before lifting Alex’s bottom up and sliding a fresh new diaper underneath. He fastened the diaper shut and it fit snugly around him. As Alex looked down he could see it was decorated with Disney Princesses. John then slid a transparent pink pair of plastic panties over the diaper, further tightening the bulky diaper around him. “There, we’re all clean now!” Alex was certainly relieved. He was glad to smell like baby powder and not dirty diapers too.
John gave Alex another gentle kiss on the forehead before letting Alex down onto the floor, where he obediently remembered to crawl like a baby. He sighed quietly to himself as he prepared for his new life.
