by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 1, 2024
Melony woke up from her nap
feeling strange. Her first thought was of chocolate. Daddy had said she could
have some of her Easter eggs after her nap, and she could feel a rumbling in
her tummy. But her second thought was about why she was taking a nap in the
middle of the afternoon. She wasn’t a baby, after all. Only dumb babies needed
naps. She lifted her head off her pillow and looked around blearily. She was
sharing a crib with Jackie. Her friend was still fast asleep, sucking her thumb
peacefully, and she was giving off a strong smell of urine. But then, Melony
thought, as she lifted the covers and looked down at the sodden adult diaper
around her own waist, that could just as easily be her…
She blinked. Her head felt funny.
Or had it been feeling funny before? She put a hand to the top of her head, but
there was nothing there. No bunny ears. Where had they gone? A slight frown
creased her brow. Why did she want them so badly anyway? They were just a pair
of stupid bunny ears. They were for little girls. Or were they for big girls
too? Her frown became more pronounced. She was pretty sure she’d seen grown-ups
wearing bunny ears. Girls in sexy outfits. So they couldn’t be that
immature.
Melony got up on her knees, and her
mouth twisted into a grimace as her nappy sagged heavily. It was so full of
wee-wee that it almost touched the plastic sheet of Jackie’s crib. Her outfit definitely
wasn’t mature. Adults didn’t wear yucky wet diapers. She put her hands to her
chest, and her felt her breasts through the fabric of the yellow t-shirt Daddy
had dressed her in for her nap. But little girls didn’t have these.
Then it all came flooding back to
her in a rush, all her memories, all her awareness. “Oh my God…” she whispered.
She started shaking Jackie awake. “Jackie,” she hissed urgently, panic rising
inside her. Their boyfriends were trying to turn them into overgrown toddler
freaks! “Jackie, wake up!”
Jackie’s eyes fluttered open and
she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “Dada?” she murmured
sleepily.
“No, Jackie, it’s me! It’s
Melony! Wake up! You’ve got to remember who you are!”
Jackie rubbed her eyes with her
fists and blinked up at her. “Mewwie?” She clambered awkwardly up onto her
knees too, then she grinned. “Mewwie!” she squealed, and wrapped Melony in a
tight hug. “I wuv you!”
Melony cringed. She could feel
her friend’s braless breasts squishing against her. “I love you too, Jackie,”
she said, keeping her voice low, “but right now we need to get out of here.”
She extracted herself from the cuddle. “You’re not a baby, Jackie. You’re a
grown woman, remember? You’re twenty-four years old. You’re training to be a
doctor!”
Jackie cocked her head, still
grinning. She let out a gurgling giggle that suggested to Melony she hadn’t
understood a word of what she’d just said, or perhaps she just thought they
were playing.
Hazel stirred beneath the sheets
of her mattress on the floor. She yawned and stretched and got to her feet; as
the Hello Kitty covers fell from her body, she was revealed wearing nothing but
a soaking wet pair of training pants. It was no wonder the room smelled like
pee – all three women had wet themselves in their sleep.
“Hazel!” Melony said urgently,
turning her attention to her other friend.
Hazel blushed and covered her
padded crotch with her hands. “Acc-see-dents doesn’t count when it’s naptime,”
she mumbled shamefully. “Daddy says.”
“Hazel please! You’re not a
toddler! You’re an adult!”
Hazel beamed. “I a big girl!” she
declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs
wide, making the droop of her pull-ups obvious. “Not a baby wike you and
Jackie!”
“No!” Melony pleaded. “Hazel,
we’re all adults! Our boyfriends have done something to us! You’ve got to wake
up!”
Hazel shook her head in a
superior way. “Am awake, Mewwie,” she said. “Siwwy baby!”
At that moment, the door to the
bedroom opened and Peter came in.
“You!” Melony snarled, getting to
her feet and gripping the side of the crib, glaring at her boyfriend. “What the
hell have you done to us?!”
Peter raised his eyebrow. “That’s
no way to talk to your Daddy, little one,” he said, sternly. “Keep that up and
I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee.”
“You’re not my Daddy!” Melony
shouted furiously. “And you can’t talk to me that way! I don’t know if you
drugged us or hypnotized us or what, but when I get out of here you’re going
straight into a fucking prison cell!”
His expression quite calm, Peter
walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. Then he took Jackie by the hand and
helped her down onto the carpet. “Hazel,” he said, turning to the nearly nude
young woman, “be a good girl, take Jackie and go and find your Daddies, okay? I
think they’ll give you some of your Easter chocolate! But Mellie’s being a
naughty little girl, so I’m going to have to give her a spanking before she can
come downstairs.”
Jackie’s eyes widened and Hazel
giggled. “Yes, Mewwie’s Daddy!” she chirped, and she took Jackie by the hand and
skipped out of the room in nothing but her pissy pull-up, dragging her
infantilized friend along beside her.
Once they were gone, Peter turned
back to her. He pointed his finger at the floor. “Come here, Mellie. Out of the
crib. You’ve earned yourself a sore, red bottom, young lady.”
“You’re crazy!” Melony shouted.
“I’m not gonna let you spank me, you monster!”
“In a minute or two, you’re not
going to have the will to resist, darling. Not when Daddy gives you a stern
look. Your mind will be regressing back to babyhood any moment now.”
“W-what do you mean?” Melony
stammered, as a chill ran through her body at his words.
“There we no drugs, sweetie,”
said Peter. “No hypnosis. Just your special bunny ears. They made all those
wonderful changes inside your head, just like they did with your two little
friends, and the effects are totally permanent, baby girl. This is just a
little bounce-back, that’s all. Jackie had hers yesterday, and Hazel had hers
just before we arrived today. One final little burst of adulthood before it’s
back to diapers forever.”
“No…” Melony whispered. But she
could already feel it happening in her mind. Her head was getting fuzzy again.
Soft and fuzzy. Like it was full of cotton candy. She shook her head fiercely.
“No!” she shouted. Her face was burning with humiliation at the thought of
being stuck as an adult-sized toddler for the rest of her life, being gawped at
and cooed over by strangers, by her friends and family, by her lunatic of a
boyfriend. “I’m not gonna be wike… like that forever!”
“I’m afraid there’s no going back
now, baby,” Peter said gently. “If you had any last things you wanted to say as
a grown-up, now’s the time, because in a few moments you’ll have the behaviours
and intellectual level of a three-year-old.” He grinned. “But I’m going to
treat you like you’re two.” He looked her over thoughtfully. “Oliver wanted a
happy toddler girl who’s proud as a peach to sit on an oversized child’s potty
and pee in it in front of a crowd,” he said. “Hazel was always so shy before,
but now she’s quite the little exhibitionist, as I’m sure you’ve noticed! George
just wanted to see Jackie transformed into a dim-witted baby, barely out of
infancy, without a thought in her pretty little head. She was so smart before;
I think George finds it funny that she’s now too dumb to even tell when she’s pooped
her pants.”
Melony could only stare at her
boyfriend in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hold her thoughts
together, and there was another problem too – the rumbling in her tummy from
earlier had changed into a different feeling, a fullness in her bottom. She
clenched her rear tightly.
“But I wanted something a little
different from both of them,” Daddy went on. Peter. His name was Peter,
not Daddy. “I wanted the sweet spot; a girl who’s just mature enough to
want to be out of diapers, but who has to wear them anyway. I think that would
be perfect for you, Mellie.”
Mellie shook her head again, her
lips forming a pout. “No!” she whined. Her head felt so empty. So light and
fluffy. Fluffy like a bunny. “Don’t wanna… Don’t wike…” The pressure in her
bottom was building, becoming impossible to control almost as quickly as it had
first appeared.
“Go on, baby,” her boyfriend
cooed. “Any last thoughts before it’s back to baby-land for good for big girl
Melony?”
Mellie looked up into his eyes. A
mixture of fear and anger and confusion burned in hers. “Gotta go poopy!” she blurted,
and then bent her knees, screwed up her face, and started to poop her pants.
Above her, Daddy laughed. “That’s
my little Mellie,” he cooed, patting her on the head. She let out a loud grunt and
pushed a load into her nappy, quickly followed by a long gush of pee-pee.
“That’s Daddy’s little stinker! Melony the big girl is all gone now, isn’t she?
It’s just silly baby Mellie left, ready to spend the rest of Easter toddling
around in a dirty diaper. Ready for a lifetime of loving cuddles and strict
discipline from her Daddy. Finish up making your whoopsie, baby, then move that
messy bum of yours out of the crib. Your big girl brains might have leaked out
into your nappy, but Daddy hasn’t forgotten that you need a spanking!”
The End
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by: Mellow Sadistic | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 1, 2024
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