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“Wait no please, I don’t wanna do it!” Kim cried out. Immediately the syringe injected into the front of her skull. Looking despondent, the nurse grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop it now.” She said regretfully.

“Sssstop it.” Kim said, feeling the front of her brain shut off. A strong desire to not worry took over. It felt like a sinkhole had started forming in her prefrontal cortex. Pink pulsating halisonations littered her eyes and imagination. She started smelling poop. “Is that me?” She wondered, rolling side by side on her butt cheeks to feel any kind of squish. It felt dry. Digging a hand into the back of her diaper yielded only a wet skidmark. “That from before.” Kim mis-remembered, thinking she pooped herself a little on the way here.

The more she thought about it, the less she could control it. Her mind fixated on it. She saw herself on all fours pushing. That sensation excited her. Something funny felt like it was about to happen. She focused on those muscles and pushed again. This time a chunky mass pushed between her cheeks. Snickering greed snapped the last string of hesitation.

“I’m gonna poopy Daddy.” It felt good to rebel. She wanted to stay in diapers. Her Mom and Dad would be furious. She’d probably be stuck in them for a week. She looked back at her butt with devilish fire. “I wanna be in diapers.” Everything in her released. Her potty trained muscles snapped. A heavy rock dropped out of her butt. Additional lobs followed.

“Ahhh…” Kim exhaled in relaxation. Her butt dropped to the ground. The pile of poop pressed into the front of her diaper. It always felt like that. Messy and itchy in sensitive flesh. Her vision started spinning in figure eights. With her back on the ground, Kim lifted her legs into the air.

When she squeezed them her diaper felt slushy. She was peeing herself. Her body couldn't draw the mental path of muscles to stop it. She didn’t know a lot about herself down there. That’s why she wore diapers. That way she wouldn’t mess her pants. This was how it’d always been.

At least, that’s how Harper wanted it to be. The procedure she signed up for was irreversible. Getting a lollipop from the nursery staff made her feel a lot more calm about it.

***

“Anndd let’s see what’s in this…. Room?” Cindy said as she opened the door, her words diminished from the shock of an adult sized nursery. Purchasing a condo without seeing it was a questionable idea; but what were the chances her guest room was an adult sized nursery?

“I didn’t even know they made cribs this big.” Cindy thought, running her hand along the top bar. It was bizarre and jarring. Let alone this stuff even existed in the first place, what really got her was knowing the previous owner kept it like this. She stopped at the adult sized changing table. Curiously, she opened one of the drawers attached to it. Dozens of different colored and jeweled pacifiers laid there. Her finger looped around one of the rings.

“Look at this thing.” She thought, marveling at the size. It was clearly meant for an adult. Her hands continued moving toward her face. She brought it toward her lips. The bulb slipped easily into her mouth. It parked right above her tongue. She pulled it in, then let it release. Her cheeks and teeth relished in the sensation. She sucked on it again.”Wait what am I doing?” She questioned, she never answered herself. Deciding instead to let the pacifier do the talking. She subconsciously pinned the pacifier holder onto her collar. Attention spans snapped.

She walked up to the closet and opened the doors. “Woah…” She muttered, seeing rows of adult sized onesies, childish patterned dresses, and mono colored shirts hung up. What surprised her even more were the stacks of disposable diapers. They started on the floor and nearly reached the ceiling. None of them were the same too. Each of them had their own unique pattern. One printed with unicorns and rainbows caught Cindy’s attention. She felt an old part of herself latch onto it. As a kid everyone thought of her as the ‘girly-girl.’

“This one is pretty cute.” She said, sliding it out of the stack. Right there she unbuttoned her pants. Zipping them down, then letting them fall to the floor. Her thong slipped off, falling in the same exact spot. Cindy spread her legs and started unfolding the diaper. It smelled nurturing and clean. The pace intensified from slow curiosity, to building excitement.

“This is gonna be fun!” She said cheerfully. Within seconds the final tape pressed into place. Twisting around to admire the handiwork, she started smiling. It fit perfectly. “Hehe, that’s soooo bulky” She giggled, that feeling was new to her. It was a constant reminder of what she was wearing. The crinkling of her diaper elicited deep excitement. Her eyes suddenly came face to face with a mirror.

Standing there in a diaper, crop top, and a pacifier in her mouth. She looked like she belonged. Cindy didn’t feel bad. She felt happy. More so than she could possibly remember. It was impossible to contain the bright bouncy happiness. She didn’t want to think about boring things like self-image. She wanted to keep having fun. Her knees dropped to the floor. She crawled toward the direction of the playpen.

The muscles in her legs felt hard to control. Getting over the wall was way more difficult than she expected. It took a couple tries. When she finally did, her miscalculated leg toppled over the tub of baby toys. The surprise was too fast for her to correct. She tumbled over, falling onto her back. Immediately she exploded in a fit of giggles. Each one growing more wet and snotty than the last as she let the fluids in her face leak out.

She lost control of her mind. It was like sitting in the back of a movie theater. Her life fluttered by in a beautiful spectacle of sparkling colors. It was too much for her brain to process, let alone monitor basic functions. She felt the weight of pee. Instantly her body let go. She was wearing a diaper for this exact reason. To wet freely while she played. Her mind didn’t give the decision a second thought.

“Bee beeee…” She babbled, flexing her legs to really feel the growing warmth in her diaper. She loved it. The more she tried to think about it, the less she could remember anyway else. Love and happiness engulfed her, feeling control of her motor skills and body break away.

It was always fun playing in her bedroom.

***

“Well, it’s done! Your wish is granted. Listen close, Baby. I’ll tell you all about your life.” Emerald said.

“When you were little your parents put you in underwear many, many times to try and kickstart your potty training. But every single time you wet them on purpose. Day after day you peed your pants. You never wanted to learn the luxury of potty training. Nope, you wanted to stay in diapers. You were content right from the start. Of course they’re going to give up at some point. They can’t try potty training you forever! So here you are now, still in diapers. You don’t even know how a toilet works.” She said, grabbing the front of your diaper. You weren’t wearing one before you made the wish. Emerald started rubbing up and down.

“You pee yourself in front of girls.” She whispers into your ear. She was right, you hadn’t even noticed. You were in the middle of an accident. She let go of you.

“Aw, getting excited? Haha, I know you are. Diapers are the only way you’ve ever gotten off. You thought you were a diaper lover before? You’ve made it your entire personality. Your whole life. Everyone knows you as, ‘That baby person.’ Do you blame them? Giggling and farting isn’t for everyone. It’s no wonder you’ve never had friends. Unless you count daycare. Oh? A little surprised you can’t remember school anymore? It made sense. You never learned anything. Just like your parents, they gave up on trying. There comes a point where they just had to let you be a baby. How do you teach someone who just baby babbles?” She said, her tone had shifted gradually from a mutual respect, to the sound of a mother teasing her child.

“You’re looking a little lost up there. Do you even remember your wish? You wished to be my Baby Boy! Yes that’s right Sweetie, your my little pants wetter! Mommy can tell you are even more excited than before. You never tried to hide it, huh? Obvious diaper erections might be another reason people think you’re weird. It’s sorta my fault though, isn’t it? I’m the one that always encourages it.” Emerald said, walking back to you. Her grip was incredible. Wet diaper wrapped perfectly around you. She started moving up and down.

“You always come to Mommy or diapers. You don’t know how to come to anything else. You are trained. You’re only allowed to think about Mommy and diapers when you get excited. I’ve seen you run around the house just so you can feel it bounce around. I know what you’re doing. You’re thinking about Mommy and your diapers. Now. Release into your diaper. Now.” She said stern, squeezing you. It ruptured out instantly.

“Diapers. Diapers baby. That’s all you know. That’s all you are from now on. A big stinky diaper that walks around and cries to be changed. I’m glad you made this wish, Baby. We’re going to have some much fun forever.” Mommy said, dropping her head into her hands and beaming an ear to ear smile.