Samuel was nervous. He had never done anything like this in his life. Sure, he’d heard of panty raids, he even thought they sounded fun, but that was all pretend. He’d never thought to do one for real. Then again, maybe that was why he joined a fraternity, to break out of his shell. He wanted to have a different life than the one he’d had in high school. He didn’t want to be the small, 5’4” nerd anymore, he wanted to be one of the guys.
“Samuel, you coming?” asked a fellow pledge as he began to climb the ladder they had to get into the girls’ bedrooms. The sorority that they were breaking into was on an all-girls trip to Cancun, meaning that it would be easy pickings. They were tasked with bringing back a pair of a sorority girl’s underwear for initiation and all of the guys who hadn’t been able to hook up with a sorority girl that night had to conduct a panty raid. Samuel never really had much of a game with ladies so he had expected he’d end up on the panty raid all night. He started climbing the ladder, his palms sweaty and his heart racing.
Once he was inside he found himself in a bedroom adorned with High School Musical and old, worn Justin Timberlake posters. All of the dressers in that room were being raided, so Samuel and a few other guys fanned out. Samuel ended up alone in a bedroom that was nearly a clone of the first one. He made his way over to the first dresser he saw and began rummaging. His heart was racing the entire time. Once he opened the bottom drawer he hit pay dirt; bras on the left side and panties on the right. He began looking through the panties for the pair he would present to get into the frat, but before he found a pair he liked, he was interrupted by a noise from behind.
Startled, he jumped in place and spun around. It was dark in the house and he had dropped his flashlight, so he could only see a silhouette. Once the initial scare was out of him, he convinced himself he was fine; all of the girls were gone, so it had to be one of the other pledges pulling a prank on him. His stomach jumped into his throat when he noticed that the silhouette had a pony tail. “Well well well,” he heard a female voice say. Then, the lights were flipped on and standing before him was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. She was definitely taller than him, probably about 5’ 8”. She had a gorgeous, athletic body. With the lights now on, Samuel could see the soccer poster next to the door, so his guess was that she played soccer. Samuel could hear his fellow raiders behind her, they were all bailing, having seen the lights and heard the girl talk. “The girls warned me that there may be a panty raid while they were gone. It’s a good thing I was feeling under the weather. Now, let’s teach you a lesson. I’ve always wanted a boy toy.” Samuel was too surprised and afraid to move. He was happy, from the sound of it, she wasn’t going to call the cops. However, that meant that she was probably going to punish him in another way. “Now, you have two options right now. The first is that I can call the cops. If you want to be a sex offender and get charged with breaking and entering, be my guest. The second, is that you are going to be my slave. You will do whatever I say for the rest of the week. If you behave, then I’ll be sure to let you go before the girls get back and you can tell your douchebag friends whatever tale you want.”
“Wh-what are you going to make me do?” Samuel asked meekly. At this point, he was terrified.
“You don’t get to find that out until after you agree. If you don’t follow my rules, I’ll punish you however I see fit, though be warned, that could very well include calling the cops.”
“Fine. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t call the cops. I’m begging you.”
“Good boy. Now, it’s almost 1 AM and I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed. The first rule you should know about is that you are not going to leave this house with an escort, me, this entire week. That means you’ll be sleeping here tonight. I can’t let you use any of the beds that belong to the girls, and our house is full. Hmm, oh! I know! There’s a bed we use for initiation rituals, it’s not ideal, but it’s more appropriate than the floor. Follow me.” She said as she grabbed Samuel by the arm. Telling him to follow her seemed unnecessary, he clearly was not the stronger one here, and she made that perfectly clear. She had a firm grip on his wrist and when she tugged on his arm, he nearly face-planted. She was in very good shape, and while she didn’t carry any extra weight, Samuel guessed that she probably even weighed more than he did. There was no way he could overpower her, his only chance to escape would be to sneak out.
She led him down three flights of stairs, which led them to the entryway of the house. Then, she turned back, her hand still fastened to his wrist, like an angry parent leading a child, Samuel thought, and headed downstairs to the basement. She grabbed a hidden key, inserted it into the doorknob, and opened the pink door in front of him. He already had a bad feeling about this.
It got worse. When the door was open, Samuel was mortified at what he saw. It was a giant, pink, nursery! This was sorority initiation? He saw ten cribs, all pink and fitted with restraints. There were three adult sized changing tables. A humongous rocking horse, and then his eyes fixated on the diapers. It would’ve been bad enough if they were simple, adult diapers. But no! These diapers were decorative. They were sorted by pattern; some were adorned by Cinderella, some with Hello Kitty, others had Elsa, Elmo was featured in a stack, and more he was sure. There had to be hundred, maybe even thousands of diapers.
Samuel wanted to cry, but he fought it back. He had to. Crying would only make this worse, he was sure. “I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me sleep down here. Anything but-” Samuel started to plead. However, his plead was cut short when he received a swift swat on the behind. It stung a little, but it was more the shock of the action that stopped his pleads.
“I told you this was non-negotiable. Now, you can either accept your fate or go to jail. Those are your options.” She said.
“Fine, I’ll sleep down here, but I have to go to the bathroom first, could you please take me there?” Samuel replied, completely submissive. He knew it wasn’t worth putting up a fight.
“Did I forget to mention. There are no boy’s bathrooms in this house, I’m afraid you’ll have to use diapers.” She said. She was clearly not bothered by this. The tone in her voice was still stern.
“No! I will not use-” he started to argue again, another swift swat on his butt cutting him off once again.
“Now, that had better be the last I hear out of you tonight. You know your options, and based on how you haven’t told me to call the cops yet, you’ve decided.” She said. She had loosened her grip on his wrist through this exchange, perhaps this was why Samuel had felt like he had the power to protest, but she once again tightened it and began leading him over to the nearest changing table. “I was going to let you pick your diaper, but since you’re behaving like my two year old niece, I think Hello Kitty diapers like she wears would be most appropriate.” With that, she surprisingly easily lifted him up onto the changing table. He struggled physically, but she quickly got his wrists in restraints. She began to undo his pants, and with one with yank, his pants and underwear were taken off. Then, his ankles were retrained with his legs straight in the air, trapping him in an uncomfortable position where his legs were at a right angle with the table. Then, she grabbed baby powder, baby lotion, one of the Hello Kitty diapers, and a matching pacifier. The pacifier was stuck in his mouth, but he quickly spit it out. For that he received 3 sharp swats on his naked, exposed butt. This brought tears to his eyes and he felt one slide down the left side of his face.
She walked away for a moment, returning with a strap. She threaded it through the pacifier expertly and then attached the pacifier into his mouth, the strap not allowing him to spit it out again. She then unfolded the diaper, and slid it underneath his now sore bottom. He mumbled incoherently into the pacifier/gag. She then applied the baby lotion to his bottom. This was a very odd sensation. It felt quite good, his bottom enjoying the cooling sensation and his body enjoying the gentle, caressing touch of an attractive woman on a sensitive area. He was embarrassed as he successfully tried to suppress an erection. Once the lotion had been applied, she liberally put baby powder on him, and some extra in the diaper. Samuel then watched helplessly as she swiftly and efficiently folded the diaper up toward his stomach between his legs, pulled the tabs, and fastened it onto him.
She undid his ankle restraints and Samuel let his legs drop. He was done fighting, at least for tonight. She had clearly asserted who was in charge, and he didn’t think his bottom could take anymore spankings. She pulled out a pair of locking plastic panties and slid them up his legs. “Now lift your bottom little one,” she cooed and the panties were slid over the diaper. They were mostly see through but were pink and decorated with Hello Kitty. He heard a click and knew that he’d be wearing this diaper until she decided otherwise. She then walked out of the room, leaving a shell-shocked and confused Samuel, still retrained to the table by his wrists, to wonder what was coming next.
After a few minutes, though Samuel had no way of telling time and his brain was exhausted, she returned with a bottle in one hand and a pair of Hello Kitty footy pajamas in the other. “I brought the baby some warm milk to help him sleep.” She said softly. “But first, he needs to get his PJs on. Now, I’m going to ask you nicely, be a good little baby and don’t fight mommy while she tries to dress you for bed. If you do that, maybe we can go shopping and get you some nice, baby boy PJs for tomorrow!”
Samuel pondered her request while she undid the restraints, ultimately realizing that even if he thought fighting her would be productive, he didn’t have the will or the energy to fight anymore. He was cooperative, allowing her to do all the work and dress him in his PJs. She then led him over to a rocking chair, positioned him in her lap, and began feeding him the bottle. Samuel was exhausted by now, and much to his surprise, before he even knew what he was doing, he was suckling at the bottom she had slid into his mouth. He was aware of this for a couple more minutes, but after that, he fell asleep, still drinking the warm milk even in his sleep until the bottle was gone.
“You’ll be a perfect baby,” Michelle, his new mommy cooed once the bottle was gone. She set the empty bottle down, picked him up like the oversized baby he was now, and walked him over to a crib, adorned with, of course, Hello Kitty. She tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead tonight.
Michelle’s sorority, Mu Omicron Mu, or ΜΟΜ, was a sorority that had been founded to prepare college aged girls to be good mothers. Their first lesson always came at initiation, where they learned what is like to be the baby for a week. Michelle had taken the initiation lessons on more than most, as she realized that being a baby was scary, and that a loving, nurturing parent could make all the difference in the world. She intended to be this for Samuel, who’s name she still did not know, but she also knew that the hardest part of being a parent was keeping your children in line, and she had learned how to be loving, but still be willing to keep her children in line. She was a senior and the Vice-President of the sorority. She had learned a lot, and was excited to see how she could do with Samuel for a week. She hoped that by the time the week was up, he would want nothing more than to be a baby. His first test had already begun, as the warm milk he’d drank was full of sleeping pill, laxatives, and diuretics. There was no doubt that come morning his diaper would be wet and messy, what Michelle wanted to know is whether or not that would wake him. She set up a baby monitor and carried that other component with her back to her bedroom. She crawled into bed with a large grin on her face. She couldn’t be happier with what had happened tonight. She was very excited for the next week with Samuel, and before she knew it, she herself had fallen asleep.
