You have an odd taste in your mouth. It feels like something is sitting between your lips. You try to spit it out, but can't. You reach over to take it out... but your arm won't move. With a start, you realized your hand is tied.

You open your eyes in shock, but in the dim light you can't see much. This isn't your room. Your eyes begin to adjust and you see more and more. You are surrounded by bars... are you in a cage? You try wiggling around, kicking off the blankets. What the hell are you wearing?

You are dressed in a pink, footed onesie. Around your waist you see a buldge. With horror, you realize that you are wearing a diaper. This isn't a cage, its a crib!

The lights flicker on, blinding you momentarily. "Ahhh I see the baby girl is awake. Did you sleep well honey?" a strange voice asks.

You look toward the voice to see a tall women standing in the doorway. She has long brown hair that falls over thick shoulders and arms. Clear blue eyes look at you with compassion. She is holding a baby bottle. A BIG baby bottle. Big enough for you, even.

You try to ask what is going on, but can't speak through what you now realize is a pacifier, tied behind your head. Getting a better look at your outfit, you notice cartoon princesses covering your onsie, and "Diapered Princess" written across the chest. Your hands are locked in finger less gloves, rendering them useless, and you can feel a frilly bonnet on your head and tied under you chin. You are dressed like a one year old girl. A nearby mirror reveals the words "Messy Diaper Butt" written on the flap of the onesie.

"Awww don't worry baby. Just let mommy check your diaper and we can untie you for breakfast. That sound nice? Just promise not to be a bad baby, or you will get a spanking." The women tells you, standing over you. 

She reaches down to open the flap on your onsie, revealing a thick, infantile diaper with "Baby" written across the front in pink. "Looks like someones dry!" She says, pinching your cheek, "Good baby! Keep this up and maybe one day we can begin potty training... In a year or so..."

At this point your surprise and fear turns to anger. How can this woman humiliate you like this? You try to struggle against her as she unties your arms and lifts you up but to know avail. Your moments turn into uncoordinated squirming, and you realize you have little control over your limbs. A hard smack on your diaper stops you completely.

"Now now, if I'm gonna untie you you have to be a good baby. Try that again and I'll give you a real spanking. OK?" 

You stop the pointless squirming. How can you be so weak? What the hell is going on.

The woman sits you in a high chair, strapping you in place. The diaper crinkles underneath you as you wiggle on the seat, wondering what is going on. The padding feels like a cushion underneath you, but serves as a constant humiliating reminder of your diapered state. Even worse, you are seated right in front of a window facing a street and another row of houses. You recognize the neighborhood as one near your own home. What if someone sees you? A bowl of unidentifiable mush sits in front of you, along with the bottle she was carrying earlier. She doesn't intend to feed you this, does she?

In answer to the question, she unties something behind your head and removes the pacifier. You try to speak, to ask what is going on, but she quickly spoons mush into your mouth. "Open up for the airplane! Vroommm vrooom!" She says as she forces the sweet goo down your throat. You gag and choke it back, forced to eat by her constant shoveling.

Finally you can take it no more. "Wai! Wha goin on?" With horror you realize that is your own voice. A high pitched squeal, with words lisped and barely formed. What had happened to you? "NO! No more foo! Stop oo F---ing b----!"

"What! How dare you? Is that how babies talk? Come here!" The woman pulls you out of the high chair and grabs you by the wrist.You scream curses as you are forced to waddle behind her, your thick diaper making walking normally impossible. She pulls you down the hallway and into a bathroom. Once there, she forces open your mouth and sticks a bar of soap into it. The bitter soap instantly fills your mouth with suds, and you try to spit it out, only to have it replaced.

"Alright, listen. You are going to learn to be a good baby whether you like it or not. Now I am going to spank you 20 times. If you drop the soap, we restart." She couldn't be serious...! A spanking? At your age?

You spit out the bar again. "Oo can't pank me! I am..." You only get that far when her hand smacks the back of your diaper. Even through the padding, it stings. 

"I told you to keep the soap in your mouth! BAD BABY!" the woman says as she replaces the soap and begins to rain down smacks upon your bottom. SPANK 1... SPANK 2... SPANK 3... You struggle to keep the mouth in as she counts out the blows. You are forced to suck on it, swallowing the suds as you do. Your bottom gets sorer and sorer. 

She is nearing the end. SPANK 19... SPANK 20. "Good baby!" She sits you on her lap, and takes out the soap. "Will you be a good baby for mommy from now on?"

"Wes I sowwy! I be a goo baby!"

"Good, now lets get you back in your high chair while I clean your dishes, then we can play with your toys." She pops the pacifier back in your mouth and carries you to the kitchen. You can still taste soap.

She sits you in the chair. You struggle to get comfortable on the hard seat. Even through the padding, your sore bottom stings whenever you put weight on it. For once, you are grateful for the diaper.

Suddenly you realize you may need the diaper for something else. Your bladder is extremely full, aching for release. Even worse, you can feel your stomach rumbling. If you don't think fast, soon you will be in a very uncomfortable diaper.

"uhhh... mama?" you ask, trying to sound as childish as possible to get on her good side.

"Yes baby?"

"I has do go potty" you inform her, blushing. Surely she can't mean you to use the diaper.

"Well that's what your diaper is for silly! Anyway, I am working here, so you won't be let down for a while. I will change you when I'm done" 

"No! Pwease don make me!" You cry, seeing you please ignored. You squirm back and forth, trying to press your knees together. The padding between your legs isn't helping much. You can't... But it is getting harder and harder to hold it in. Those muscle relaxants really are taking there toll. Perhaps you could wet, but she wouldn't force you to MESS yourself, would she? At least you could keep that dignity.

Hoping to meet her half way, you let go of your bladder. Instantly you hear a hissing noise as you feel you diaper become soaked. The diaper inflates around you. Soon you are sitting in a warm, wet, puddle. 

You blush furiously. How could she make you do that!?! Pissing yourself like a toddler... What the hell was going on? Even worse, you can feel the pressure building in your gut. There is no way it could get this bad that quickly! She must have put something in the mush... Soon your diaper will be full of something much worse then pee.

You squirm miserably in your wet diaper, wishing the pressure would disappear. Desperate, you call to the woman again "Mommy! Pwease, I wet me di di! I needs a change."

"Don't be silly! I told you I can't change you yet. Your diaper can hold more then a little pee. Don't you know what it says on your onesie?"

"buh I.. buh... I needs to go da other way." You finally say it, horrified about what her response will be.

"Now I am getting sick of you complaining! You are wearing a diaper for one reason and one reason only."

"Buh... pwease don make me!"

"No buts!" The woman walks over and stands next to you, hand reaching down to feel your diaper. With her standing over you like this, hands on her side and her eyes glaring, you can't help but feel intimidated. "You are going to use this diaper and you are going to use it properly."

The pressure builds in your gut, and to your embarrassment you let out a loud fart.

"Haha! I knew you would be needing those diapers soon! Now, fill it up like a good boy, or its another spanking."

You look pleadingly up at her. She can't make you do this! But she doesn't budge.

"I'm counting... one..."

What is she counting too?

"twoo..."

"Eeeep!" With a horrified squeak, your resolve breaks. You start pushing against he back seat of your diaper. Grunting, you can feel something coming out. Suddenly, a massive load explodes into the thick padding. A gooey mess forms around your butt, caking you. It keeps coming out until your diaper is completely full. Defeated, you sit back down into your own mess, hearing it squish underneath you as you do.

"Good girl! Now play with this until I can change you." She hands you a large brown teddy bear and walks away.

You hold the bear in front of yourself, not certain what to do with it. Instead, you shift your weight back and forth, trying to get comfortable in your own mess. The smell is horrible! It almost makes you gag every time you breath in. The pacifier filling your mouth makes it difficult to breath through your mouth, and you are forced to smell the rotten stench. The humiliation over the entire situation is even worse. You can still see people walking down the road in front of the window. A few even turn to glance at you. Why is this happening to you?

Finn ally you can bear it no longer. You have to know!

"Mommy?"

"Yes baby?"

"Wha's goin on? Why am Is here?"

The woman sighs and stops cleaning. "Alright, I was going to tell you this later, but... You are being treated. Recently, your friends and family have noticed you getting too...rowdy. You were getting drunk every night and starting fights. Though this isn't a problem if it happens rarely, with you it got worse and worse. Were you aware you were about to fail out of school?" You shake your head. It hadn't gotten that bad, had it? "After a psychological evaluation, it was decided you needed to restart. We gave you drugs to weaken your limbs so you can't fight back. I am going to re raise you as a baby. You can still see your friends, but only when they are willing to babysit. If you go back to school next year, you will be in diapers, and hopefully much better behaved. Don't bother trying to argue, it has been done, and your family agreed. Alright?"

Your eyes tear up. How... how could they do this too you?

The woman walks over. "Awww, don't cry. Its not that bad. Just play along with us, don't fight, and you will be out of here before you know it. Here, play with teddy, he will make you happier."

You hug the teddy bear against your face. The softness is surprisingly comforting.

"There's a good baby. Now just wait a bit longer. I will change you, and we can go to the mall so you can visit the toy store. Would you like that?"

The thought of leaving the house in a diaper is horrifying, but you realize there is no escape. You nod, sucking on your pacifier as you do, accepting the life of a baby girl.