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“A diaper change, huh?” Nurse Diane said with a throaty chuckle that sent shivers down Miley’s spine. “Well, let me ask you something, stinky pants,” she said, settling into a nearby chair. “What’s in it for me?”


Still staring at the wall with her adorable, upturned nose fixed firmly in the corner, her diaper all hot and muddy and stinky behind her, Miley huffed, annoyed. After all, it wasn’t as though she was in a position to be offering much. Or was that the whole point… to dangle a bit of hope in front of her face before humiliating her even further? She realized she had to take the bait. “What do you want?” She asked, trying to keep the bratty, entitled annoyance from her voice. After all, she was a star-- she shouldn’t have to stoop to bargaining.


Her answer came in the form of another sensual, throaty laugh from behind. “You do look so cute in that loaded little diaper,” she said, with no small amount of amusement, “but baby, you are STINK-Y!” she chuckled, and Miley reddened and squirmed in the corner, still wondering exactly what the woman wanted with her.


“Turn around,” Nurse Diane said. Miley complied, and was a little startled to see the nurse sitting with her legs wide open and one hand down the front of her skirt clearly masturbating at the sight of Miley in her dirty pampers. The thought made the usually unprudish pop princess blush right down to her toes, and she was suddenly vividly aware of the hot, heavy load in her pants, mushing up against her tight little butt with every little movement and cloaking her in a light, but potent stink-cloud.


“Come over here,” Diane smiled, beckoning with her free hand, “and come sit in my lap.”


Reluctantly, Miley waddled over, her bulging, messy diaper squishing up against her derriere with every step. She stood in front of the nurse, who looked her up and down with a hungry smile that made Miley very nervous.


“Come sit in my lap, honey bunny,” Diane said, patting her sleek, nylon encased thighs. Seemingly without any other option, Miley stiffly waddled over, turned, and slowly lowered herself into Diane’s lap, groaning to herself as the thick, mushy dump in her pants squishing audibly as it compressed slowly between Diane’s soft lap and her own shapely buttocks.


“Ugh,” she groaned to herself, trying to remain still to minimize the squishing. Diane wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in close, drawing a gasp from Miley as the mess in her pants was mushed against her buns, spurting up her crack and going into every nook and cranny. The naughty nurse wrapped her up in a strong, warm embrace, bending in close to nuzzle her cheek.


Miley breathed hard and shivered, Diane’s arms tightening around her, pinning her in place. “Isn’t this nice?” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck.


Squirming her butt in the big messy mud pie in her pants, Miley wasn’t sure she agreed, but Diane didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for quite some time, young lady,” she whispered, nibbling on Miley’s ear. “You just looked so hot in your little diapers in your video,” she husked, one hand cupping one of Miley’s breast through her onsie, the other trailing down towards her crotch. Miley opened her mouth to protest, then hesitated when Diane began rubbing her pussy, slowly but firmly through the front of the diaper.


Soon, Miley had relaxed, and she found herself squirming eagerly, cringing as she mushed the mess in her seat around but desperate to get closer to Diane’s probing fingers.


“Oh, baby likes this, doesn’t she?” Diane asked with a knowing grin. Miley just gurgled heartily in response. “But this is supposed to be about what YOU can do for ME, isn’t it, darling?” Miley groaned and found herself reluctantly lowered to the floor. Miley pouted and watched from the floor as Diane rose in her seat, tugged down her panties and shimmied them down to the floor. She planted herself back in the chair and spread her legs as wide as they would go. “Why don’t you show me just how bad you want that diaper change, honey-bunch,” she said with a sexy smile, beckoning towards the disgraced pop princess. Getting up on all fours, Miley crawled across the floor, her dirty, squishy diaper wobbling in the air behind her. Inside her heart was pounding, and she knew she should be outraged… but there was just something about the situation… forced to please this naughty nurse while wearing her filthy pampers… that stirred something perverse deep inside of her.


She inched her way closer and closer-- Diane hiked up her skirt to allow Miley easier access. The diva didn’t hesitate for a moment… she simply dove right in, kissing and licking the nurse’s immaculate privates, probing her warm wet slit with her tongue and sucking the throbbing nubbin of her clit.


Diane purred approvingly, running her fingers through Miley’s hair. “That’s right baby,” she moaned softly. “Just like that… that’s what nursey likes!”


Miley found her rhythm, her head bobbing with every gentle lap of her tongue. Behind her, the massively inflated seat of her dirty diaper waggled in the air behind her ever so slightly, the heavy load causing the seat to sag at the back.


“Oh! Oh my!” Diane husked. “What a clever baby you are… almost as clever as you are cute, but,” she crinkled her nose and fanned her face teasingly, “baby, you sure do STINK!”


Miley flushed with embarrassment… which didn’t stop her pussy from growing even wetter, the humiliation of her situation stoking the fires of arousal inside her. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching up between her legs and rubbing her diaper against her pussy, her tongue promising and her lips smacking.


It wasn’t long before the naughty nurse Diane came to a shuttering climax.


Soon, when both Miley and Nurse Diane had cleaned up and straightened their clothes, Miley sporting a fresh, new diaper, they strolled into Ms. Smythe’s office. With her was Nurse Julie and Trixie (who was grinning smugly at Miley, sensing trouble in the offing.)


Miley was ordered to sit in front of the Head Matron’s desk. She lowered her thickly padded diaper-butt, still stinging from her spanking, into the seat. Her pussy was still tingling, filling her limbs with nervous sexual energy, and she was having trouble focusing on what was being said.


“Well, young lady,” Said Ms. Smythe smoothly. “I certainly didn’t expect to see you back here so quickly. I thought I had imparted the importance of following the rules to you, but apparently I was mistaken,” she said sadly. “It’s almost as though you didn’t even try to behave yourself! I’ve got a good mind to send you back to the newborn ward… however, I’ve decided to be lenient. You won’t have your age status reduce… however, your potty privileges are hereby suspended until further notice-- and between you and me, young lady? It’s going to be a long time before your little hiney sits on any kind of toilet seat again, young lady!”


Miley was simultaneously relieved and horrified. She was relieved she’d avoided being reduced further in age status, especially to the level of a newborn… but the thought of being stuck using her diapers for God knew how long sent delicious shivers down her spine.


Trixie was watching Miley squirm with a superior smirk on her face, sadistically relishing her demotion in status, slight though it may have been. But she wasn’t smiling for long-- Ms. Smythe fixed her burning, sardonic smile that froze her blood.


“I’m glad you find this so amusing, dear… because I’m holding you responsible for her little escape.”


“What?!” Trixie cried, outraged. “But… why?!”


“You were the one in charge, weren’t you? You were supposed to be watching little Miley here… after all, she’s too young to know any better, right?”


Trixie gaped and stammered, trying in vain to justify herself. “But… I… she...”


But Alice Smythe just grinned at her like a cat looking at a mouse. “No ‘buts’ Trixie. No wriggling out of this one, young woman. Time to take your punishment.”



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Below is the first two chapters of my now complete, 14 mental regression/adult baby story:  basically, it's kind of a throwback to 50’s sci-fi/horror movies like The Blob, where a small town is menaced by a threat from space (in this case, one that mentally regresses women.) I was also planing on doing some other stories in this setting as the women of the town are slowly transformed into horny Adult Babies. You can see the rest of the story for a $5 pledge on Patreon. Also check out my blog for more stories and other great stuff.

Prologue


Long ago, in the language of their creators, they had been called The Colony: a collective of nanomachines encased in a metallic sphere, which was then encircled with a hard, rock-like outer shell, then launched into space by their makers. Tasked with seeking out uninhabited worlds to terraform and make ready for their creators while they made the long journey through space... by the time they arrived in their ships after spending centuries in suspended animation, the planet would be perfectly adjusted and ready to be settled.


They were carefully sealed into their protective sphere, their trajectory carefully calculated, and The Colony was launched, just like every other nano-construction unit, hurtling off into the vastness of space towards a goal they wouldn’t reach for hundreds of years.


But then, something unexpected... The Colony was knocked off course by a small asteroid. Damaged, they hurtled through space at fantastic speeds, farther from their original destination every second. And so they drifted through space, aimless, forgotten... until, after countless centuries, despite improbable odds, they finally came to rest on a small, blue world orbiting a fresh, yellow sun in a little known star system on the far side of the galaxy, just outside the town of Shady Grove, USA...


Chapter One


“This is absolutely incredible,” Barbara whispered to herself. Although the specimen in front of her appeared to be another run-of-the-mill space rock comprised largely of silicate minerals, the type she’d been studying through her entire career, a closer inspection revealed this to be some type of hard shell over a smooth metallic interior. She’d chipped away, revealing a small silver orb... something that definitely didn’t look natural. Her heart thumped in her chest, her mind filled with a thousand questions-- where did it come from, who had made it, and, most importantly, what was it for?


“Did you notice the material?” Asked Dan, a fellow researcher. “We’re still waiting on an analysis, but I can tell you right now that it’s nothing that appears in nature.”


“Look at the shape of it,” she exclaimed, uncovering more of the shiny metal object. “Look at how perfect the curvature is!”


“It had to have been manufactured,” he agreed. “Does this mean what I think it means?”


Barbara turned and looked at him over the frames of her glasses, her soft, heart-shaped face aglow in the low light of the lab. “Let’s not get too excited just yet,” she concluded, “But if we’re right-- if this isn’t just some joke...” she smiled excitedly.


He returned it... it was at times like this that he was reminded how beautiful she really was beneath her lab-coat and horn-rimmed glasses. Generally, Dr. Cartwright was a very serious woman, very intense and uptight-- Dan was happy to see her relaxed for a change. Somewhat impulsively, he decided to take advantage of her good mood and try, one more time, to wrangle a date with his pretty coworker.


“How about a drink?” he asked, proud of how casual he sounded. But one look at her face and he instantly regretted it... the pretty smile fell and her usual emotionless mask took it’s place.


“Oh Dan,” she sighed, rising from her seat and crossing the lab to gaze out the window at the starry night sky. “We’ve been over this before-- I care for you so much, but... I’m simply not ready to put my career on hold to pursue a relationship yet...”


It was exactly the same little speech he’d heard before, and Dan, not for the first time, wondered the real reason his pretty co-worker was turning down his advances. He knew enough to know that there was chemistry between them, he was sure she felt the same way about him... yet something always held her back, preventing her from expressing what she really felt.


“C’mon Barbie...”


“Don’t call me that!” she snapped, instantly regretting it. She’d hated that nickname since she was a child, and as a serious, professional woman who had sometime struggled to be taken seriously, she’d become sensitive about it. But the last thing she wanted was to hurt Dan, and when she saw the expression on his face, she knew she’d stung him.


“Besides,” she said, softening, her excitement overtaking her again,“I’ve got more work to do! I can’t stop now!”


Dan nodded, kicking himself for ruining the moment. “Is there anything you want my help with, Doctor?”


Barbara looked back at him, guilty. She really did like Dan, and he was very attractive. If only...


“No, thank you Dan. But do you mind coming back tomorrow to help me collate my results?”


“Sure,” he said, forcing a smile. “Bright and early-- I’ll bring coffee.”


He rose and crossed over to the door. “Thanks Dan,” Barbara called after him, watching him go, regretfully. Why can’t I just be normal? She cursed herself, not for the first time.


Because although there was a definite attraction between them, and although Barbara often dreamed about being with him, Dr. Cartwright had a secret... one that she’d never revealed to anyone... A secret kink... one so shameful, the brainy Barbara knew she would die if anyone found out.


And even as she took a scraping from the metal orb and prepared it for analysis, Barbra found her desire simmering. She just couldn’t get Dan out of her head-- If only he knew all the naughty things she really wanted to do with him...


She set the computers, slipped her sample into the machine, and got the tests running. Once she had everything ready, she headed towards her laptop. She entered her password and made a bee-line to the encrypted folder marked “bills,” chewing her lip guiltily. She only had a short time to kill until the analysis was finished, so this would have to be a brief indulgence... she clicked her way through to her movie folder and fell into a wonderful world of infantilization.


Barbara couldn't remember exactly when her obsession with diapers and mental regression began... ever since she could remember, Barbara was a little smarter and more mature than her peers-- and the whole time, she nursed the same strange, nameless, irrational fear that she would loose it-- that her dignity, her identity, all her hard earned intelligence would somehow be stripped from her and she’d be sent back to the nursery, forced to dress and play with babies-- and, of course, wear diapers. Sometimes, the idea consumed her-- sometime she lay awake at night, paralyzed by the idea that she would wake up unable to walk or talk, to read, write, use the toilet or do any of the things she’d worked so hard to achieve in her life. She imagined what would happen next, how her friends and family would react, and what the boys she had crushes on would say or do if they saw her in such a state.


Barbra grew older... her phobia took on a strange, new dimension as her sexuality began to blossom, her fears beginning to take on a lusty dimension. Brainy Barbra, nerdy but beautiful, imagined what it would be like to lose her status entirely-- to be reduced to the level of an infant, unable to walk or communicate or control her bodily functions, but still fully aware and intact inside her body... she thought about her handsome male teachers, or about being babysat by some of the cute boys in her class... sometimes, she even found herself fantasizing about being adopted by some of her parent’s handsome friends and their wives.


In her regression fantasies, Barbara found a way to release her inhibitions in a way she found impossible in real life. Though she was incredibly pretty, Barbara was painfully shy, and she had a very hard time relaxing around people-- a problem exacerbated by her unusual kink, which she could never reveal. In her fantasies, Barbara had her inhibitions stripped away along with her status and her intelligence. She became an Adult Baby seductress, so physically alluring that no man could resist-- and so adept at sex that no man could leave her once he’d succumb to temptation.


Barbara dated around here and there, and she’d occasionally had a good time-- but there was still nothing more satisfying than the nights when she poured a glass of wine, put on one of the big disposable adult diapers she’d bought off Amazon, and brought herself to a climax while browsing her favorite websites, looking at her favorite pictures, or watching her favorite clips.


She loved and obsessed over the elaborate re-creation of the clothing and props of childhood, like the clips she found on AB Dreams or AdultBaby.XXX... but she had a definite thirst for the dirtier side of diaper play, and she also frequented sites like Diaper Mess and Diapered Online, with their focus on wetting, messing, and punishments. Sometimes she just watched, studying the models and their interactions with the props, and their reactions to the punishments they received. Most often, however, Barbara imagined it was her wearing those delicately embarrassing baby clothes, her having her bare bottom spanked before being put down in the crib for a nap-- and her squatting down to uncontrollably fill an obvious, bulging diaper with a hot, muddy mess...


She scanned her hard drive, browsing her collection, already horny before she made her selection. She started the clip, slid her hand down her panties, and prepared to relieve a little tension.


The Colony was intact... they knew that much.


A quick scan revealed that they had successfully landed, and diagnostics disclosed that they were still 100% functional. But their memory was severely damaged, most of what had come before the crash had been lost. Their point of origin, their purpose, their creators and their intentions... all had been forgotten. All they knew was that they were whole and fully operational. But what operation were they to perform?


The Colony reached out from inside the casing they had travelled within for eons, invisible in the darkness of the lab. They followed the wireless signals across the room, towards their source at Barbara’s laptop. They became aware of her heat-signature and decided to begin a scan... and so, while half of The Colony went to inspect the primitive communication device, to help gain a better understanding of this planet and it’s inhabitants, the others went to inspect the creature itself, to find out more about it’s physiology.


And so, as half of the nanites slipped undetected into the machine, the other half slipped into Barbara herself.


She was watching one of her favorite clips: an unfortunate young lass was across her “daddy’s” lap, getting her just desserts in the form of a spanking. Soon, she’d be carried over to the changing table. She’d be stripped naked and slathered with oil. He’d powder her, then pat it in with his strong, masculine hand, then tug the diaper up between her legs and tape it up tight around her waist, sealing the naughty little brat in diapers with a sore, red bottom. And the entire time, all Barbara could do was wish that it was her laying across his lap with her tushy turning red... her laying naked on the table, being powdered like a two year old, her being taped up in diapers, and her having everything that defined her as an adult in control of her life utterly stripped away, leaving her at Daddy’s mercy.


Barbara was rubbing herself furiously now, shivering and groaning and wishing desperately that is was she who was being regressed and cared for by daddy, wishing to be relieved of all her responsibilities, the burden of her intelligence and dignity, and just be taken care of... and all the sexy things she could do for her new daddy in exchange.


The diaper was taped closed-- on the table, the big baby was pouting, but Daddy pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped her up into a big warm hug, which babykins reluctantly returned. And Barbara, even on the verge of an orgasm, was moved almost to tears... what would she give to be safe and warm in Dan’s arms like that right now? Wrapped up all nice and tight in a soft, fluffy diaper, ready to just lay back and be taken care of by a handsome, capable man. Barbara wanted it so bad she could practically taste it.


The Colony studied the specimen, the contents of her laptop, and her reaction to it extremely carefully. The content on the laptop (as well as the various hubs that she accessed on the primitive wireless communication network the natives seemed to refer to as “the web”) seemed to suggest that it was natural for females of the dominant species of this planet to “regress,” or revert mentally/socially to a much younger status or state of being.


And judging by the reactions of their research subject, this was a highly desirable situation-- her pulse was quickening, her hormones were raging through her, her sex organs engorged and lubricated. Her brain was a raging storm of chemistry and electricity, and it was a simple thing for The Colony to read the tides: she liked what she was seeing and she wanted it very much.


It was, of course, well within The Colony’s ability to grant these wishes... but should they? Could this have been the purpose they had been created for? Their damaged and broken memory offered no insights.


Granted the capacity to understand and, to a degree, empathize with emotions, The Colony found themselves moved by the depth of this being’s desire to experience the phenomenon called “regression.” Their damaged memory contained no guidelines or ethical codes that covered this situation. Enacting change against living beings was not within their original protocols, which is why the nano-colonies were dispatched to barren, lifeless worlds.


The Colony, however had no memory of this. Their decision was reached within seconds. Having seen enough, The Colony recalled the part of itself it had sent to inspect the laptop. Gathering in a cloud around the still oblivious Barbara, they began to power up, using hydrogen molecules from the air to provide energy for their tools.


As they activated their instruments, they began to glow, filling the air with an eerie pink light.


It wasn’t until after her orgasm that Barbara realized that there was something strange going on. She sat in the afterglow, grinning, her skin tingling. She sighed, and was about to go to the bathroom to fix herself up before checking the results of her analysis when she realized a strange, glowing mist had descended over the room. Her mouth fell open, and she stared in awe at the hauntingly beautiful scene before her. What could have possibly caused such a phenomenon? She reached out, trailing her hand through the mist, smiling as it swirled around her fingers.


An ominous buzzing filled the air, and Barbara noticed small, arching blue electrical discharges in the air as The Colony prepared to begin their work. Barbara spun slowly in her chair, realizing with growing apprehension that this pink mist, whatever it was, was all around her... and it seemed to be gathering energy for something.


An eerie, flickering blue light began rippling through the mist, and Barbara smelled ozone and heard the distant, static crackle of building electricity. She was beginning to feel frightened now, although at a lower level than she would have expected. She slowly made her way across the room, towards the door.


She could see tiny flickers of electricity snapping in the air-- bolts of miniature lightning arching between individual units of The Colony as they closed in, ready to begin making their changes.


The Colony tightened around her, tiny bolts of electrical energy flickering around her like a net, and Barbara cringed and flinched in place.


A sharp static shock stung her backside, making her squeal. A cold, tickley tingle spread out across the lower half of her body. Barbara looked down and gasped when she saw dozens of tiny blue tongues of static electricity licking her, snapping against her nylon covered legs and the back and front of her skirt.


Barbara became aware of a slow shrinking sensation... a quick glance downward revealed that her shoes were melting into a black puddle around her feet as The Colony disassembled them on a molecular level, reducing them to raw components. She emitted a choked cry when she noted that her nylons were disappearing from her legs, melting away in ever expanding patches until her legs were bare. The skirt came next-- Barbara gasped when she saw it unravelling, turning to dust before her eyes. She instinctively reached down to grasp it, then realized her mistake when it crumbled and ran through her fingers like sand. Meanwhile, the effect was spreading... Barbara realized that her blouse was now being attacked, and the air around her head was glowing ominously.


The skirt and blouse quickly joined the rapidly growing pile of debris on the floor, and Barbara blushed when she found herself in her underwear in the middle of the room, absurdly reaching down to cover herself, shrieking when her bra and panties were quickly broken down into nothing in much the same way as the rest of her clothes.


But Barbara soon had bigger worries-- the air around her head was crackling with sinister blue energy, and she flinched, feeling the pins in her hair vanish into thin air. Her bun collapsed, her long blond hair cascading down across her bare shoulders alluringly. The Colony examined her glasses carefully, realized their corrective function, and quickly disassembled them, making a note to give the subject’s vision a tune up during the next phase of the operation.


For a brief moment Barbara stood in the centre of the lab, nude, ethereal in the soft pink and blue light. She might have had a haunting, supernatural quality... if it wasn’t for the look of silly outrage on her face and her comedic attempts at covering her nudity. “Ohhh! What is this?! What’s happening?!” she cried, verging on shrill.


There was, of course, no answer, save for the slow build-up of blue light, accompanied by that eerie crackling and that hit of ozone. Again Dr. Cartwright found herself surrounded by that snapping static electricity, squeaking and squealing in terror, horrifying visions of being disintegrated like her clothing dancing in her head. She became aware of a strange hum within her own brain, was overcome with a sudden giddy disconnect, as though she’d been hit with a surge of endorphins. The Colony had finished the examination of her body, and knew exactly what modifications they were going to make, ranging from major to minor... however, they knew enough about their subject now to be able to make the transition a smooth one, and they began at the brain.


Instantly, Barbara became light-headed. Her fear was rapidly dissipating, and she was filled with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Faintly, her rational mind became aware that gaps in her memory were forming-- that like a character in one of the stories she enjoyed reading, she appeared to be losing her adult faculties and was reverting to a child-like state... and although some distant part of her was aware that she was finally encountering what she had feared and lusted after for so long, her dwindling intellect was more engaged by the pretty pink fog and shimmering blue lights that surrounded her.


Her knees became week beneath her, and her heart lept with fear when she felt them give beneath her, as though she lacked the energy and the knowledge to remain standing. But she didn’t fall-- she found herself held aloft by some strange force, which then actually lifted her naked body into the air in the centre of the lab.


She hovered like that, bare and goose-pimpled, giggling, tickled all over by tiny static electric fingers. Inside, a strange, warm, pleasurable feeling was building as The Colony rebuilt her body and re-wired her brain to make her more in line with her desires. Barbara felt it all disappearing-- all her hard-won knowledge, her education, her sense of proper adult behaviour was crumbling to dust as surely as her clothes had. Her fears were coming true... and that fact was making her hornier than she’d ever been.


The pile of raw materials on the floor below her were raised into the air and began to swirl and dance around her. Barbara gasped when she felt the particles beginning to collect around her waist and between her legs, knitting themselves together into a totally new shape. It grew thicker and bulkier by the minute, and Barbara let out a delighted squeal and kicked her feet happily when she realized it was a diaper growing thick and fat between her legs.


The particles swirled about her, twinkling magically in the pink and blue light, tickling madly as it passed across the bare skin of her tummy and underarms, arranging themselves into a soft, gauzy, pink cotton baby dress-- an exact replica, she realized with her diminishing intellect, of the one the girl in the video was wearing. She gurgled approvingly behind a pacifier that grew in the air in front of her and pushed itself softly between her willing lips. Barbara sucked eagerly, reclining and relaxing in midair, watching with childish fascination as her hair was banded into pigtails with silky pink ribbons and a pair of comfy baby-booties formed on her feet.


Meanwhile, The Colony was finishing their work inside her, her brain re-wired and moulded into a similar state she had as a toddler, while her bladder and bowel control was reduced to practically nothing-- all with a pleasant, warm tingle that Barbara was thoroughly enjoying.


She floated in the air, bright eyed and drooling, her vocabulary disappearing right out from underneath her as she struggled to find the right words to describe her experience, until she was left with the most basic possible set of words like warm, pretty, and bright. Her education was gone, her memory was full of holes, and her identity had been totally re-written-- she had a basic, infantile mind in the body of a lusty young woman-- Barbara had truly become the baby-brained bimbo she’d always both feared and fantasized about becoming.


She gurgled and sucked her pacifier happily, barely noticing that she was wetting her diaper until it was good and damp beneath her. She giggled and kicked her feet happily, enjoying the soggy warmth between her thighs.


Around her, The Colony sparked and twinkled. They’d done a good job with their subject-- but the environment was insufficiently suited to her needs, and their research revealed that several changes would be necessary before the subject’s requirements could be met.


Slowly, they reached out, the flicker of blue light filling the air once more. Baby Barbie giggled and kicked her feet in the air, cooing softly to herself as the pretty lights flashed and snapped and started breaking down the lab equipment in much the same way they had her silly adult clothes...


Chapter Two


“What the hell?” Dan said softly to himself, climbing out of his car to stand stupidly in front of the lab with a cup of coffee in both hands. From inside the building, there were strange pink and blue lights were swirling in the windows, and there was a strange noise from within-- the hissing crackle of electricity backed by a strange, omnipresent humming.


He approached cautiously, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening inside through the window, but the light was too bright-- whatever it was, it seemed to fill the room. Through the window, Dan couldn’t pinpoint the source... it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. What could be the source of the phenomenon? Perhaps Dr. Cartwright had...


He kicked himself for not thinking of it earlier... Was Barbara still in there? Was she in danger? He rushed around to the front door, but the knob wouldn’t move-- he’d locked it before he left. He dug around in his pocket for his keys, cursing himself the whole time. The light was leaking out from under the door, it was pouring from the keyhole and any other crack and crevice in the entire building at once... and then, suddenly, moments before the key hit the lock, it was gone, the light vanishing along with the hum, leaving an eerie silence in it’s wake.


Slowly, with great caution, he unlocked the door and slipped inside.


Barbie was sleeping soundly in her crib when she heard the door open. Instantly, she burrowed under her blanket, peering out between the bars through a crack in the fabric to watch the shadowy figure enter blindly into the darkness of the former lab.


She quickly recognized Dan and pulled the covers over herself with a giggle. In her diminished mind, she was already plotting a wonderful trick to play on him. She pulled the blanked tightly around herself, giggling softly when she heard footsteps approaching.


Everything was different-- he learned that quickly enough when he almost tripped over something soft on the floor... a fuzzy lump that definitely wasn’t there when he left. Dan bent down to see what it was-- he quickly realized it was a stuffed bear.


He didn’t have time to puzzle over it... his attention was quickly drawn towards a strange, out of place noise on the other side of the room... one that sounded suspiciously like stifled laughter.


“Hello?” Dan asked tentatively. His call was met with more stifled giggles. “Ow!” Dan cried, banging his shin on something... which was met with more chuckles from the darkness. Everything in the lab was out of place, and he was starting to wish he’d taken the time to turn the lights on.


“Ah! Christ,” he muttered, tripping over another stupid toy. “Is this some dumb prank?” he asked suspiciously, scowling when the laughter came again. “It’s not funny, you know-- I could have broken my neck!”


A high-pitched shriek of childish laughter greeted this statement, and Dan stood, puzzled. Although he’d never heard the laugh before, it did somehow sound familiar. “Who is that?” he asked tentatively, receiving no answer as usual.


At last, he was standing near the source of the laughter, which had subsided to heavy breathing and the occasional stifled giggle. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and Dan could see a squirming lump beneath a soft flannel blanket, within some type of lattice he still couldn’t make out clearly.


“Now I’ve got you, haven’t I?” he said rhetorically, reaching out to poke the blanket with his forefinger.


He was rewarded with a sharp squeal-- whoever was beneath the blanket jolted at his touch and emitted a peel of laughter, and Dan was sure it was a woman now.


Without any further hesitation, Dan reached out, took hold of the blanket and tugged it away with a sharp motion.


Exposed, her blanket torn away, Barbie wasted no time. She popped up behind the rail of her crib like a Jack-In-The-Box, taking hold of the top rail as she all but shoved her face right into Dan’s, grinning eagerly at him.


Startled, Dan took a half a step back, still not totally believing what he was seeing. The room was still dark, but he had no trouble making out Barbie’s face in the dim light... but her expression, a silly, happy, almost maniacal grin was one he’d never seen her wear before. And he’d definitely never seen her hair up in pig-tails before... what was going on?


“Dr. Cartwright?” he asked tentatively, studying her face. “Is-- I mean... are you alright?”


By way of answer, she bent forward suddenly and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. His eyes bulged in shock-- it was the absolute last thing he could have predicted happening, especially after he got the cold shoulder the night before.


When she finally pulled free with an amused giggle. Dan stared at her, shocked, as Dr Cartwright grinned and giggled mindlessly at him, twirling her pigtail absently with a finger.


“Um... Barbara? What’s going on?” He stammered, receiving a hearty giggle for his troubles. Finally, he reached over and hit the light switch.


The lab had been entirely changed, it’s formerly sterile environment of hard surfaces, plain tile floors, solid black and white colors, and advanced lab equipment transformed utterly beyond recognition. Dan found his feet sinking into soft carpet where none had existed before, the plain white walls replaced with colourful cartoon murals. Even the hard, buzzing florescent lights had been replaced with soft, 100 watt glows from unobtrusive white domes on the ceiling.


But it would be several minutes before Dan would notice any of that. His attention was fixed on Dr. Cartwright. Like the room, she’d undergone a change since the last time he saw her... and the pigtails were only the beginning.


Barbara was on her knees in a crib. It was absurd, but it was the only word Dan could think of to describe it-- a huge, adult sized crib... one of several lined up against the back wall. Her usual conservative pantsuit and lab-coat were gone, exchanged for a thin pink nighty that stopped just below the waist, revealing the bulging, ruffled rump underneath. She was wearing diapers! “Doctor... are you alright?” he repeated, not knowing what else to ask.


In reply, she reached out towards him, her fingers snapping open and shut excitedly. “Up! Up!” She implored. Unsure, he slowly made his way over; Barbara squealed excitedly when he lowered the side rail of the crib (after fumbling with the latch for a minute) and reached out to pick her up.


She practically leaped into his arms, wrapping her long bare legs around his waist and locking her arms around his neck. Dan stumbled, almost toppled, but quickly righted himself, wrapping one arm around Barbara’s back and slipping his other under her thickly diapered backside, which crinkled beneath his touch. If she noticed him stumble, Barbara didn’t say anything about it... she merely purred contentedly and nuzzled against his neck, making herself comfortable.


He carried her awkwardly to an overstuffed easy chair in the corner and practically collapsed into it, Barbara giggling delightedly the entire time. He barely had time to think before Barbara was slathering wet, drooly kisses all over his face, cooing and mewing affectionately. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to enjoy it. It was what he’d been dreaming of ever since he’d met her... but there was something weird going on here. Dr. Cartwright was definitely not herself.


“Bar-- Barbara?” He managed between her kisses. “Barbara... Sweetie?” He took her face gently in his hands and held it in place in front of him. She looked at him with happy but ultimately uncomprehending eyes. “Barbara... are you feeling alright?”


“Mmm-hmm!” She replied, nodding her head before going in for another kiss. It took Dan a few moments to disengage himself so he could ask his next question:


“What I mean is-- how did this happen? Do you remember how you got this way?”


She stared at him for a long moment, and for a second he thought she hadn’t understood. Finally she looked up at him with her bright, innocent eyes and said matter of factly: “Bawbawa was boring. The pwetty lights made Bawbawa go away. Me Barbie now,” she told him, smiling excitedly, as though that explained everything. He was going to ask her a follow-up question, but she fixed him with a pouty, puppy dog expression. “I’m firsty,” she complained, looking at him expectantly.


“Oh... uh... OK...” he said.


First, he had to untangle himself from Barbie’s strangulating grip... which was no easy feat. He helped her to the floor, whhere she watched him intently was he made his way to the fridge on the far end of the lab, where the employees kept their lunches... or at least, they used to. It seemed to be the only thing that hadn't changed-- except that he was pretty sure it wasn’t filled with a shelf of baby bottles before. He selected one that looked like grape juice, and after smelling and tasting a bit for himself to make sure it was OK, he went back to his seat.


Dan hadn’t even settled in again before Barbara, or Barbie, as she apparently now preferred, climbed up into his lap and reclined against him. She accepted the nipple with a grateful little smile, and settle in against his warm chest to drink it.


He sat in the silence, trying to think, but all he could focus on were her huge brown eyes looking steadily up into his face... that, and her warm, shapely body pressed up against his... so pleasantly plump in all the right places...


She sucked the bottle down quickly, and soon the bottle emptied with a hissing pop. He pulled the nipple from her mouth and was rewarded by a soft belch and giggle. She squirmed energetically in his lap adjusting herself to cuddle up against him and gaze into his eyes with an expression he could only describe as hungry-- and Dan was pretty sure it wasn’t food that was on her mind.


She leaned in to kiss him again, and although he hesitated, he found in nearly impossible to resist. Inside, Dan was consumed with guilt and doubt; it was obvious that something had happened to Dr. Cartwright, something that altered her mind in some way. He had no idea of telling how in control of her own actions she was-- hell, from what he had seen, she’d somehow acquired the mentality of a four year old... if not slightly younger. How cognizant and in control of her own actions was she? Dan didn’t know... but as she planted wet, sloppy kisses all over his face, part of him couldn’t help but feel like he was taking advantage of her mental incompetence in some way.


“Barbar-- er, Barbie, honey?” he finally managed, holding her gently but firmly in place by her shoulders. She grinned, apparently happy that he’d gotten her new name right. “We need to talk,” he started, sensing by her confused look that he was already losing her. He pressed on anyway: “I think we need to slow down a bit here, sweetie... We need to figure out what happened to you.”


She tilted her head quizzically. “What?” she asked sweetly.


“What I mean is-- what can you tell me about the lights you saw before?”


“‘Dey was pwetty!” She gurgled happily.


“OK,” he said, unable to help smiling at her sweet innocence. “Did... did you feel funny at all?


“It was all tickly,” she giggled conspiratorially. “Tickled on my inside,” she said with a cheeky giggle, reaching down to pat the front of her diaper to show him where.


A picture was starting to form, but Dan was still almost entirely in the dark... and then it occurred to him... the thing that he’d actually, somehow, almost forgotten. “Barbie-- the sample-- do you remember the sample? Sweetie, can you tell me what happened to it?”


But she wasn’t listening... a strange look suddenly clouded Barbie’s face, and at first he thought maybe she was in pain. Then he realized she was just concentrating on something, and Dan watched, mesmerized, as his colleague and not-so-secret crush spread her thighs and pissed her diaper with a loud, long hiss.


Dan watched, his chin hanging open... it was impossible to see what was going on under the diaper, but there could be little doubt as to what was going on... especially when she opened her mouth and emitted an ecstatic “aaaahhhh!”


She opened her eyes and smiled slowly, cuddling in close to him and said one small word.


“Wet,” she proclaimed, spreading her legs and patting the front of her diaper suggestively.


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“Come along,” Nurse Diane said, grabbing Miley by the ear and tugging her down the hall and into the nearby nursing station.


“YEOW! Stop! Damn, that-- ow!-- that really hurts!” Miley complained, stooping over and following along as quickly as she could, her messy, dumpy diaper squishing and mushing against her backside with every step. “Uh! Ew! Gross!” she complained sourly, her dirty diaper mushing against her tight, round butt with every step.


In The nurses office, Miley found herself tugged over a sexy woman’s lap for the second time in the space of a couple of hours, and she found herself kicking her legs behind her in a familiar pattern. Almost immediately, it got worse-- the nurse’s hand came down heavily on the seat of Miley’s bulging pampers.


“Ahh! EEWW!” Miley cried, struggling and failing to escape from Nurse Diane’s lap. Although the diaper and the mess inside acted as a cushion against the swats, the impact splattered the muddy brown poo-poo against her butt-cheeks and mushed the stinky brown pile all around the inside of her pampers.


SWAT-SWAT-SWAT! The sexy nurse Diane rained blows upon Miley’s squirming booty at a slow but deliberate pace, her rhythm steady, the swats firm, landing against the thickly padded tushy with an echoing pop.


“Stop! Ew! St-op! Oh God… it’s getting everywhere!” Miley screeched, kicking her feet and clawing at the air, the hot, muddy mess in her pants smearing across her buttocks, mushing up her crack, and generally getting into every nook and cranny.


Worse, the stench, previously largely concealed under layers of diapers and clothes, was beginning to emerge with a vengeance, a strong poopy smell quickly blanketing the room. Miley’s cheeks burned as she began to realize the full breadth of her embarrassing situation-- which was made all the worse when Nurse Diane began teasing her.


“P-U!” she complained dramatically, bringing her palm down against Miley’s derriere with a muted splat. “That diaper is toxic, young lady! I’m going to have to speak to the kitchen staff about your diet!” she said sternly, firmly swatting Miley’s swollen backside once more.


And just when Miley thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt her bowels starting to act up again. Laying there, dangling over the knee of a sexy woman, her diaper already filled with a steaming hot load that was currently being thoroughly mushed against her by a spanking, Miley was forced to once again clench her butt-cheeks to avoid disgracing herself even further. Squeezing her buttocks as tightly as she could, Miley winced as the spanking began producing a sting, even through the extra layers of padding. She squirmed, struggling to control her bowels, and realized, to her horror, that she was getting turned on.


Groaning, she squeezed her buttocks together and gritted her teeth against the spanks that were still raining down on her bulging, messy backside. She struggled not to rub herself against Diane’s muscular thigh, but she could still feel her pussy beginning to moisten and throb inside her dirty diaper.


Diane was winding down the spanking, and she was about to stop when an enormous, mushy fart roared from inside Miley’s diaper. “Oh my!” Diane exclaimed, surprised and amused, watching with a superior smirk as the seat of the disgraced pop princess’ diaper visibly bulged another gooey load forcing it’s way out of her backside and into her already loaded pamper with a loud, gassy squish. “Young lady!” she uttered, faux scandalized, smirking as she continued spanking Miley, even as she continued pushing a fresh mess into the seat of her already full diaper.


“Uh-- oh God… sssttoooppp!” Miley forced herself to protest, her eyes rolling back into her head as her shame and pleasure grew white hot inside of her.


And just when she was moments away from a blinding orgasm, Miley found herself tumbled out of the Nurse’s lap, landing heavily on her bulging, messy diaper backside.


“Ow! Eww! So gross!” She muttered, praying the nurse wouldn’t discover how hot and throbbing her pussy was. She pretended to be dazed while she subtly wriggled, squirming her butt in the hot mushy mess in her pants.


“Quit your complaining, young lady!” Diane said, hauling Miley to her feet. “And I’d wipe that pout off your face as well, young woman-- we’ve got an appointment to see the Head Matron, and I don’t think she’s going to be very happy with you! You’ve only just arrived, and now you’ll be lucky if you don’t find yourself reassigned to the newborn ward!”


The threat sent a shiver of fear down Miley’s spine. Thinking back to what she had just seen, the thought of having her age status reassigned sent a nervous quiver through Miley’s stomach, and before she knew it, she was involuntarily emptying her bowels again, her already packed diaper reaching the point of overflow. The Nurse just smiled.


“Oh my! You really are nothing but a giant baby, aren’t you?” she smirked, laughing as Miley winced. “Come along, enough laying around-- It’s time to go see ms. Smythe… but first,” she said, taking Miley by the hand and leading her over to the corner of the room, “I think you’re due for a little corner time.”


“Oh, come on-- yeow!” Miley cried sharply as Diane delivered an open-palmed swat to the seat of her bulging, messy pamper, squishing the load even further.


“Don’t you back-talk, young woman!” Diane said firmly. “You plant that messy little bottom right there and don’t you dare move! I want you to think about how naughty you’ve been… and I want you to think about what Ms. Smythe is going to say when she hears about how you’ve behaved.”


Miley sighed and resigned herself to her fate, placing her little button nose in the corner and staring into the paint. Her diaper was absurdly full, the load inside all warm and mushy and slimy up against the delicate skin of her buttocks. At the back, her diaper bulged absurdly behind her, as though her rump had swollen up like a medicine ball, the seat all lumpy and stained. The steaming, gooey load inside her pampers was heavy, and the bulky plastic undergarment sagged heavily behind her. All in all, Miley had been thoroughly humiliated, her power and status had been removed, and she felt for all the world like a bratty two year old banished to the corner after a big messy accident to await a fresh diaper change from her nanny.


She had no idea how long she stood like that, her pampers saggy and stinky behind her, the load all warm and mushy, her spanked bottom sore and tingly. At last, Nurse Diane reappeared behind her, pinching her nose with a superior smirk. “Phew-wee! Your sure are stinky!”


“Thanks for the newsflash,” Miley grumbled, well aware of the strong stench emanating from the seat of her diapers that had cocooned her.


“Enough foolishness. Come Along… the Head Matron is quite eager to talk to you.”


Miley winced and looked up at the nurse. “Can’t I at least get a diaper change before we go?” she pleaded, the mess in her diaper squishing with every move she made.


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A furnace was roaring in Miley’s guts, and the disgraced pop diva was sweating profusely. The pressure in her bowels was building, her stomach was bloated and rumbling, and it was only the frantic squeezing of her butt-cheeks, tightened and toned by hours of exercise, that was preventing a full-blown accident in her fluffy white diaper. She looked at Trixie, then back to the door, silently preying that Nurse Julie would return soon.


But the more minutes ticked by on the clock, the bleaker the outlook became, and a crazy idea grew in Miley’s mind… a mad, half-delirious scheme, a last-ditch chance to save her dignity and deny her captors the satisfaction of making her into an overgrown baby-- at least for the moment.


Before she even knew what she was doing, Miley was up on her hands and knees, crawling across the nursery floor, trying desperately to both keep her butt-cheeks together to avoid an accident and stay out of Trixie’s line of sight as she made her way over to the door.


“What are you doing?!” Ava whispered urgently, but Miley just ignored her-- slowly, she crept towards the door on her hands and knees, the low rustle of her diaper thundering in her ears.


Cautiously, Miley reached out and took hold of the knob, half expecting it wouldn’t turn, ending her escape before it began. But the handle turned, smoothly and easily, the door practically springing open on well oiled hinges. Miley took a look back over her shoulder-- “big sister” Trixie was tending to one of the other girls, and she had her back completely turned. There wouldn’t be a better opportunity, so without another moment of hesitation, Miley slipped out the crack and gently shut the door behind her.


She crawled quietly for the first few meters, then climbed shakily to her feet, the diaper inside her onsie pushing her thighs apart, forcing her to waddle. Her pampers crinkled with every awkward step, and as the pressure inside her continued building, Miley found herself farting like crazy. She stepped up the pace, not knowing how much longer she could hold on.


Miley baby-stepped down the hallway as quickly as her bulky diaper and tightly clenched buttocks would take her. She had no idea where she was going, rounding the corners blindly, letting chance guide her to the bathroom… and keep her from being spotted. A loud, bubbling fart rumbled her diapers, dangerously wet… Miley was forced to reach back and press her hand up against the seat of her onsie, pressing the padded seat of the diaper tightly to her buttcrack.


Wiping the sweat from her forehead with her free hand, she pressed the other firmly against her tushy as she rounded another corner-- and nearly cried out in excitement when she spotted a ladies room at the end of the hall. Her stomach was gurgling audibly now, her butt spewing hot, noisy gas at random intervals, and it was starting to feel worryingly moist between her cheeks.


Steady, step by step, the restroom got closer and closer, and Miley actually broke out into a smile… she was going to make it… she was actually going to make it!


The door was so close she felt like she could almost reach out and touch it…


A crisply dressed nurse suddenly appeared from around the corner coming face to face with her. Startled, Miley gasped and jumped back a bit, the momentary lapse in concentration causing her to loosen her cheeks just a little bit-- instantly, the floodgates were opened, and Miley stiffened and turned red as an involuntary surge of hot, muddy mush pushed it’s way out of her rear end with a loud, bubbly fart. She grunted and squeezed herself shut, clamping off the flow… but not before a sizable pile of smelly brown poopy had accumulated in the seat of her pampers, squishing up against her buttocks.


“You’re not supposed to be out here,” the nurse said, hands on hips. “You’d better have a good reason for not being in class, sweetie,” she lectured sternly, “or else you’re going to be in a lot of trouble!”


“I uh… Um...” Miley stood before the nurse, quivering and stammering like a little girl who’d just been caught red handed with her hand in the cookie jar. And before she could think of anything to say, her diapered butt answered for her, a ghastly, splattering farting sound emerged, Miley’s well-toned ass-cheeks parting to accommodate an uncontrollable gush of thick brown poo-poo into the back of her diapers.


“Uuuhhhhh-hhhhuuuuhhhhhuuhhh!” She grunted, her embarrassment overshadowed by an earth-shattering, almost orgasmic relief. A cramp squeezed her guts, forcing out another round of chunky, flatulent diarrhea, the seat of her onsie bulging out visibly behind her. She felt like a tube of toothpaste, being squeezed in the middle by a giant fist, the contents of her bowels being pushed out at an almost continuous rate.


At last, she sputtered to a stop, and Miley was left heaving for breath, her diaper loaded, saggy and stinking behind her.


The sweaty, exhausted pop idol heaved for breath, the gooey mess in her pants clinging warmly to her buttocks and smearing up between her cheeks.


“Just as I suspected!” The nurse said, her eyes narrowing. “Sneaking out to use the potty, eh, young lady? We know exactly what to d with bad girls like you...”


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Miley hesitated, her mind racing. She realized this would probably be her only opportunity to use the potty (apparently the only thing resembling a toilet she had even a hope of seeing right now)… but as she watched the other woman perch ridiculously atop an oversized children potty, farting and dumping without control, her cheeks bright red as she sat, panties at her ankles, one flatulent mess after another spattering loudly into the waterless depths below, she hesitated. Inside, the suppository was going to work, the urge to move her bowels were growing stronger with every moment-- but even the distant possibility of soiling herself seemed irrelevant to her at that moment… she simply couldn’t subject herself to that humiliation!


With fury in her eyes, she looked right at Ms. Smythe and shook her head. Alice simply grinned fiendishly. “Very well,” she said, resuming her place behind the stroller. She said her goodbyes to her students and pushed Miley towards the door. As they exited the room. Miley’s belly made a strange gurgling sound… Miley clenched her butt-cheeks tightly against her rising desperation and wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake in not asking to use the potty before they left.


“There’s just one more thing I need to show you, sweetie,” Ms Smythe said seriously, steering the stroller down a long hallway “and I want you to make sure you pay very close attention.”


They entered another room, and Miley wasn’t surprised to see it was lined with cribs, changing tables, and diaper pails (which masked, but didn’t fully hide the omnipresent scent of wet and messy diapers.)


“This is a very special place,” Ms. Smythe explained quietly. “It’s where we keep our most special residents,” she said ominously, rolling Miley into the room, until they were in front of one of the changing tables. Miley could see it was currently occupied by a young woman about her age, who was about to have a diaper changed by a sultry blond nurse in a uniform that hugged her curves and revealed her ample cleavage in a way that Miley was sure wasn’t regulation.


“Good afternoon, Helga,” said Alice to the nurse, who flashed a perfect smile in their direction.


“And to you, Ms Smythe,” she said pleasantly. “And who do we have here?” Helga asked with a grin, bending down to examine the occupant of the stroller. Miley blushed and looked away, unable to meet her gaze, self-conscious and embarrassed at being seen like this by such a mature, sexy woman.


“This is our newest resident,” the head matron said. “I’ve brought Miley down here to the Newborn ward to she her what happens to girls who won’t cooperate.”


“Well, I was just about to give this little stinky pants a much-needed messy pamper change!” The nurse baby talked, bending down to tickle the diaper clad woman’s tummy and make her squirm on the changing table. “Isn’t that right?” she asked rhetorically, baby talking and tickling her patient's stomach and drawing and anguished squeal from her charge. “Yes we are! Yes we are!” Nurse Helga gushed, reaching down to tear the front tapes of the diaper open. Miley watched in horrified fascination as the front panel were pealed down, revealing a gooey brown load within.


“Phew-wee! ‘Tinky!” the lovely nurse said with exaggerated cuteness, fanning her face for dramatic effect. On the changing table, her charge wriggled and kicked ineffectually, and Miley could tell from the way she was moving that there was something wrong… her limbs were clumsy and heavy and she seemed to be unable to fully control them. There was something about the way she moved and her moaning and gurgling that struck Miley as genuinely infantile.


“Take a good look, young lady,” the head matron said with a sneer. “This is what happens to naughty girls who don’t obey the rules-- they have their age-status set all the way back to ‘newborn.’”


Miley looked on as the woman had her legs lifted to expose her rump, completely caked in thick brown poopy, as though she’d sat her bare bottom in mud. “Just imagine it,” Ms. Smythe said, not able to keep a sadistic quiver from her voice. “Having absolutely no control over your body-- unable to walk, talk, feed yourself… even sit up without the aid of someone else. Helplessly voiding your bladder and bowels before you even realize you have to go… being utterly dependent on others for literally everything… this is the fate that awaits troublemakers in this facility, young lady.”


Miley listened to the lecture… and to the relish in Alice’s voice with a mounting dread… and beneath that, a horrifying, tickling arousal. Though she couldn’t admit it on a conscious level, the idea of being so rendered so utterly infantilized and absolutely helpless stirred her on a deep, primal level. She watched the remainder of the diaper change with a horrified fascination, imagining what it would be like to be such a helpless big baby, her pussy growing wetter by the minute.


“I want you to remember this, darling… I know you’re used to special treatment, but here, your naughtiness won’t be tolerated. If you misbehave, we’ll set you all the way back, and you can serve out the remainder of your sentence as an Adult Newborn!” Ms. Smythe smiled, watching the nurse pass the cool baby-wipe up between her charge’s muddy butt-crack. “Come along,” Alice said at last, and she wheeled Miley out the door.


By now, the suppository inside Miley had melted away, but it’s effects were becoming stronger by the moment-- inside, her guts cramped and bloated, and she found herself passing gas at irregular intervals, trying desperately to relieve the pressure inside her. But her efforts seemed in vain, and the more she tooted, the less relief it seemed to bring… on the contrary, she felt like each one was bringing her closer and closer to the inevitable accident. Miley couldn’t help but think back to the girl on the changing table… was a stinky, messy diaper change in her near future as well?


“And here we are,” Ms. Smythe said pleasantly, wheeling Miley into the playroom… essentially, a giant daycare for adults, Miley realized grimly. About seven or eight other women sat on the floor in their onsies and sundresses, playing listlessly with a collection of plush animals, blocks and other assorted baby toys. From what Miley could tell, there were two people in charge: another shapely nurse with shiny black hair and a pretty blonde “school girl” who looked about her age, if not slightly younger. “I think you’ll be quite comfortable,” the head matron said with a smile. Miley farted nervously in response, her bowels bloating and cramping uncomfortably inside her. She knew that soon the urge would be unbearable… and uncontrollable.


“Miley, this is Nurse Julie and one of our student helpers, Trxie,” Alice said, gesturing to each one in turn. Miley blushed and squirmed as they condescendingly introduced themselves… then gulped as Trixie flashed her a wicked smile. “They’re in charge here, so what they say goes. Now you play nicely with the other girls,” Ms. Smythe said, unbuckling her from the stroller. Miley breathed a sigh of relief when she was freed from the tight strap around her middle, but she was still in distress. Her bowels were working overtime, and she sweated and clenched her buttocks, trying desperately to control herself.


“Here,” said Julie, taking Miley by the hand. “Why don’t you come and play with Ava?” the nurse said, leading her charge over to a pretty blonde girl who sat by herself, playing listlessly with some dolls in the corner of the room. Ava had a frilly white bonnet perched atop her head and knotted under her chin which matched her short, pink sundress, which had a large slit up the back that revealed almost the entirety of her bulging diapers and crinkly pink plastic pants.


“This is our new student, Ava,” Nurse Julie said by way of introduction. “Why don’t you play nicely with Miley and make her feel welcome?” The girl blushed up at them, but she tried to smile invitingly for her new playmate. Miley sank very slowly, carefully to her knees near the girl, trying to keep her anus and butt-cheeks clenched tightly as possible to avoid embarrassing herself. She was successful… but how much longer could she maintain control? Miley found herself sucking her pacifier nervously, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.


The nurse left them to their own devices, and (with an odd look Miley might have noticed if she wasn’t so occupied with her own struggles), Julie muttered an excuse about a “conference and trotted out into the hall behind the head matron. “Trixie, you’re in charge,” she called before she closed the door behind her.


Miley took several deep breaths, trying to maintain her dignity… but her bowels were raging inside of her, the cramps and bloating were getting quite painful, and her gas was getting out of control; poor Miley was trying to hold it in around her fellow students, but she was unable to prevent herself from letting out a stead stream of poots-- quietly at first, then louder and louder, until finally she ripped a fart that was clearly audible. Blushing, she muttered a quick “’scuse me,” to Ava, who shrugged.


“Believe me,” she said ominously, you get used to it awfully quick around here.”


Miley managed to wince a smile, but inside her guts were boiling, contracting and expanding painfully. Her asshole was pulsating, involuntarily emitting foul bursts of hot gas at random intervals… and finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She looked up at Trixie and set her jaw, about to make her way over and ask to be taken to the potty when she heard Ava’s voice behind her:


“Don’t do it,” she said. “Trust me-- stay out of Trixie’s way. She’s bad news.”


“But I really gotta go!” Miley whined, bouncing in place.


“Try and hold it until Julie gets back,” Ava said sagely. “Trust me-- even if you don’t make it, you’re much better off getting a dirty diaper change from Julie than you are getting yourself under Trixie’s thumb.”


Miley listened to Ava, squirming uncomfortably, gazing between the innocent looking schoolgirl and the door.


What should Miley do next?


Ask Trixie to take her to the potty


Try and wait for Nurse Julie


Risk sneaking out of the nursery to find a potty/toilet


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The-Naughty-Dango Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2017
I was reading some of your stories. Just wanted to let you know I’m absolutely in love with the content. It’s been tricky for me to find good DD/lg stories. Also I love your style of writing. Everything is worded quite eloquently and has a good flow that’s easy to fallow. Keep up the awesome work! Ur in my top 3 fave writers lol.
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parkerlongabaugh Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2017
Thank you very much... definitely appreciated!
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BabyRC Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
How ya doing Parker? Loved the diaper court story!
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Nina7777777 Featured By Owner May 1, 2016
I checked out your blog (well, okaaay... I check it out a lot :-) ). Now I found you here as well and this gives me the opportunity to tell you how awesome it is. Thanks you for sharing all those inspiring pics, stories, thoughts...!!!!
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parkerlongabaugh Featured By Owner May 3, 2016
Thank you for taking the time to say so-- I really appreciate it.

Don't be a stranger, either around here or on the blog!
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FairyPrincessJess Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2016
For some reason I can't reply to the note. It just says "Sending failed. Retry?"

So, could you check your email instead?
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BottleneckBaby Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the faves!+fav
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BottleneckBaby Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hiya! I think we messaged a few times a couple years ago on another site. So lad to see you are still around, I'm a big fan of your blog and your Mechanical Nursery story! :)
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parkerlongabaugh Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2015
Thanks! Really nice of you to say.
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BottleneckBaby Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Not at all! Thank you for watching me! :)
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