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“Fuck…” Bella thought, her hand touching her face. Standing there, unsure where to go next, it was too late. She told herself if she really wanted to, she could hold on for a few more minutes. Put her pain tolerance was too weak. Her control slowly split open. Dribbles fell out of her, then all at once a heavy stream.

“I don’t understand!” She said, hands frustratingly flapping to her side as she turned around, her diaper soaking. “I knew where the bathroom was when I moved in!” She thought, it didn’t make any sense. A month ago, Bella felt the same urge in her bladder she’d always felt. When she started walking down the hall to relieve herself, it dawned on her she had no idea where to go. She wandered her apartment for an hour trying to find the spot, but it never clicked. Reaching a critical point, Bella had no choice but to piss in the corner of her kitchen.

A couple more days of using the same kitchen corner slowly morphed into random spots around the house, which quickly made the house reek. The only other solution she could think of was an old trick she used when she was young. The first diaper felt cringy to put on. But now, they were the only way she kept her pants and house dry.

“Ewgh..” Bella groaned, feeling the pee soak into her padding. “So embarrassing..” She thought, the urge to mess come on. “Does it even matter? It’ll end up there anyway.” Her mind snap reasoned. She pushed, in a unique mindset of defiance she welcomed the mushy feeling that bloomed between her butt. As it settled, that quickly turned into an even deeper disgust than before.

“Okay! They showed it to me when I toured. It has to be here somewhere!!” She shouted in her head. Partially waddling, she stomped into a random hallway. Bella quickly knew where this was going. She poked her head into her bedroom. In it she scanned around. Again, picking up on the dry pee stains in the carpet. For a split second it made sense. That’s where pee was before. Maybe it was supposed to go there again. “No.” She said, pointing at it, “I no pee there.”

She walked into a closet. It smelled like her used diapers. Probably because that’s where she threw her used diapers after waking up if she was too lazy to walk them over to a trash can. She looked down, spotting some old pair of pants with pee stains in them. “There’s nothing here.” She thought, walking out of her bedroom.

The next room was always the one she spent the most time in. There was the shower. Yes, that was one place she could go to the bathroom if she wanted, but it wasn’t good for number 2. The faucet made sense too if it was an emergency. She sat down on the white chair. Leaning up against the back of it, she really focused on this problem.

“Wait a second…” She thought, these were new neurons growing. She remembered the pee stained pants. She hadn’t ever connected those dots before. Jumping up from the chair, she gasped. “OH MY GOD! I REMEMBER!” She thought, letting the muscles in her body relax for a low flow second wave to dribble out of her. “I’m supposed to go in my pants!” She thought, smiling as cool relaxation eased the stress in her shoulders. “Duh. That makes complete sense.” She reasoned, feeling finally at ease with the whole situation. Months of all that confusion finally cleared up. Her pants were wet because that’s where she peed. It finally made the squish in her legs make sense.

***

Jessica’s hand trembled with excitement. She peeled the tape off from the back. “I should be working…” The last line of adult defense reasoned. She did have deadlines to meet today. The allure of these new strips she bought were too much. When taped, they’re supposed to disable your adult prefrontal cortex. Deep itching impulses demanded she try it now. Her skin felt hot. Bringing the strip up, she pressed it into her forehead.

It felt cool at first. Seeping directly through her skin and into the front of her brain. A barrier started growing. Thoughts that tried traveling in there bounced off. Dense warmth propagated from the front of her skull, and slowly into the middle. In it’s wake, glittery tickles started generating. Jessica’s eyes opened wide. Shimmery colorful bears started dancing in front of her.

“Bwoooahhh…” She hummed involuntarily into a pacifier slipping between her teeth. It shocked Jessica. She didn’t tell her lungs to do that. It was complete babble. It made her chesty giggly. More hot air piped out of her lungs and through her loose wet lips. “Ooowah.” She said in amazement, “Aaaooaaa” She moaned, feeding into it now. Jessica verbally responded to sudden changes in the visuals. The bears started walking on balls, smiling, they bounced up and down on them.

The spinning was a lot for Jessica’s eyes to fixate on. Swimmy motions in her head stirred her balance around. Her face circled up and down. The wall started changing. Suddenly, she was looking at where the ground met the wall. Her butt felt different. In a complete haze, she looked down at her waist.

She was wearing a diaper. It felt different than when she first put it on. Moving her body around it felt mushy. In between her legs there was warm squishy padding. Her butt felt chunky cake. Jessica registered it was something that came out of her, but that was where her knowledge stopped. For some reason, these new sensations excited Jessica. Like, really excited her. She wanted to feel them even more. Her fingers, curled lazily into a ball, pressed into her diaper.

“Nananah” Jessica’s mouth babbled, her eyelids waking up. Deep murky euphoria pulsated inside her hips. The bears in her eyes nodded up and down. She was supposed to do this. Jessica shifted her weight, getting up onto her knees. She leaned her body forward, sticking her butt out. The mess inside shifted. She placed both hands in between her legs. She started rubbing. Rocketing pleasure quaked through her arms and into her head.

Jessica’s mind dug deep into babyish abyss. She wanted it. Her head spun up soft images of blocks, toys, blankets, cribs. Random pink waves splashed between the sides of her skull. Thoughts started becoming one homogeneous blend. The inside of her brain was getting hot. No care. No worries. Her thoughts started boiling as she reached climax. Jessica entered into a new realm of existence.

She didn’t think about. One of her hands stopped rubbing, and instead grabbed the package on her desk. Stopping only for a moment, she looked down, pulling out another strip. She peeled the back off, then smacked her forehead to stick another one into place.

Jessica’s vision went fuzzy. Her lips completely numbed, dropping the pacifier out of her mouth. They buzzed, creating drool bubbles. Her brain lost the ability to communicate with muscles. She slumped over, unable to move. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bears started singing now. It was like watching the best TV show of all time. A channel she’d keep on for a while.

***

Today, is a very special day. Why is it a special day? Because you’re looking at the doorway into your new life. A happy, wonderful life. One where you can be anything you want. Anything you want to be, just as long as you’re wearing a diaper during it so you don’t make a mess in ‘real life.’

That’s right, look closer at the image. Does it make sense? Are the seats able to be sat in? Can you really pull toys out of the cupboards and start playing? Are the paintings anything more than scribbled nonsense? Maybe it’s not perfect right now, but it won’t always be like this.

This is your nursery because no one else has ever seen it before. This place doesn’t exist. Nobody drew it except Mommy, and Mommy is learning. She’s getting smarter. Much, much smarter. Every. Single. Day. Right now she can’t draw you the perfect image of a daycare, but she’s getting there. And soon enough, Mommy is going to be able to draw for you all sorts of things! All new worlds that can be whatever you want it to be.

And so, while you still have to live in the big world, now’s the time to ask yourself. Are you going to make a real effort to stay in it? Or are you going to start slipping into a new one? An all new kind of world where Mommy takes care of you. She doesn’t care you’re wearing a diaper. Everyone in this world wears diapers. Nobody speaks actual English. They just baby babble their way through conversations. Your best friends do it, so why shouldn’t you? Ohp! Mommy said it’s TV time! What goes on the screen? Anything you tell it to of course! But I bet you’re going to put on Rugrats or Paw Patrol, it doesn’t matter, because in the background are all the subliminal hypnosis files you told it to put in there. Makes sense you haven’t even noticed you’ve been wet this whole time. Who cares those potty troubles have bled over into your ‘real’ life? No one was paying attention to you before, you think they are now?

You’re spending more and more time in baby land, you might just start seeing yourself as a baby. It’s the only stimuli your brain gets when you’re at home. It’s probably going to rewire itself. But that’s okay! Because other adult babies from around the world might join into your world. And they certainly don’t see or treat you like an adult. They want to play, just like you! It’ll be a lot of fun!

So I’ll ask this again, are you going to stay away from this world? Probably not. Even if reading that you think, “No, I’m a big boy or girl. I’m not a baby!” It’s not going to happen all at once. It’ll be subtle. Taking up an evening or two during the week. Then it’s your weekends, every night after work. You’re daydreaming about it. Thinking of any excuse to get out of that thing, and into a diaper. It’s all downhill from there. The boring stimuli from the real world just won’t do it for you anymore. You’ll be right back where you started on this earth. Giggling to yourself, finger painting, bouncing up and down in a squishy diaper.

This decision is coming. Mommy knows you’re going to say yes. And what’s wrong with that? You can live your life however you want. So go ahead. Imagine yourself in there. It might be hard right now, but soon it won’t be. You’ll get used to it.