Dixie Kong sat on a bamboo couch in the living room of her aunt, Kiddy Kong's mom. Kiddy was in his room upstairs while his mom was in a different room upstairs thinking of a punishment. Dixie and Kiddy had just defeated the nefarious Baron K. Roolenstein, and didn't understand why Kiddy's mom would be so upset about them saving the world. Well, OK, MAYBE it's the whole "putting Kiddy's life in danger" thing. Regardless, her aunt had decided to take Dixie in for a while, but said that there would be some stipulations.

	Kiddy's mom started down the stairs. Dixie looked up at her and noticed that she was holding a hairbrush in her hand. That meant one of two things, and she certainly didn't look like she was in the mood for grooming. Her aunt took a seat on the couch next to her.

	"Okay, Dixie," she started, "Before I begin with your punishment, I want you to understand why I'm doing this. While your heroism is admirable, you put not just yourself in danger, but my infant son as well. That kind of reckless and irresponsible behavior needs to be corrected." Dixie looked at the floor, feeling a little ashamed of herself. "Now, lay down over my knee so I can begin the spanking. 50 swats."

	Dixie hesitantly laid her stomach down over her aunt's lap and braced herself as the hairbrush was raised. Her aunt then swung it down onto Dixie's rear as she yelped. "1". She wasn't expecting the hairbrush to sting quite so much. Her aunt swung again. "2". And again. "3" SMACK. "4". SMACK. "5". SMACK. "6". She was starting to wince each time the brush struck her, as her bottom was getting more and more tender with each strike.

	SMACK. "48". SMACK. "49". SMACK. "50. All right, dear, now go stand in the corner for a few minutes while I get some things ready. Hands on your head". Dixie got up from her aunt's lap. Her bottom had become very red and hot from the spanking and her eyes had been watering from the long spanking. Humiliated, she sauntered over to the corner of the room and put her hands on her head as she was told, though the temptation to rub her sore bottom made it difficult. "Now, I'll be back in a few minutes. Stay in that corner and keep your hands on your head or we'll have to start the spanking all over again" her aunt said before starting back up the stairs.

	Dixie remained in the corner, as the threat of a second spanking was certainly unappealing. However, the discomfort of her burning red bottom was only getting worse the longer she stood in place. As the minutes passed, she began to squirm from the discomfort, and her fingers and toes were curling, but she was still trying as hard as she could not to take her hands off her head. But the pressure had finally reached a breaking point and she couldn't take it anymore. Her hands shot off her head to her rear in a desperate attempt to ease the pain.

	"DIXIE KONG!". Dixie jumped in fear, as she hadn't realized her aunt had just started down the stairs. "I told you to keep your hands on your head until I got back!"

	Dixie stuttered. "B-b-but I-I-"

	"No buts. Now get yours over here, I told you if you couldn't behave that we would have to start over." Dixie was reeling. The first 50 spanks were bad enough, but another 50 was a nightmare scenario. She trepidatiously walked back over to the couch as her aunt bent her back over her knee. Wasting no time, her aunt had already begun the first spank. SMACK. "1". Being spanked on her already sore bottom caused Dixie to cry out. SMACK. "2". She yelped again. By the time she reached 15, Dixie was crying, and by 30 she had begun to bawl. Not just from the stinging pain on her now enflamed bottom, but from the utter regret and shame for being disobient and earning herself yet another spanking so soon.

	As the second 50th spank was reached, her aunt lifted Dixie off of her knees. "Fortunately for you, since everything's all ready upstairs, you won't have to stand in the corner this time. For now, at least. You seem to have trouble following orders during corner time, so maybe tomorrow we'll spend a couple hours practicing, hm? Now, come with me upstairs". Her aunt walked towards the stairs. Dixie's breaths were sharp from sobbing but she took a second to compose herself enough to follow up the stairs.

	As they turned a corner into the master bedroom, Dixie noticed that the bed had a large diaper splayed out on it, with baby wipes and talcum powder on the nightstand and pink footsie pajamas laying on the edge. "Wait..." Dixie pondered. "...are you going to make me change Kiddy's diaper?"

	"Oh, of course not." Her aunt stated. "You've already proven to me that you're not ready for the responsibility of caring for a baby. Maybe BEING a baby is better suited for you."

	Suddenly, it dawned on Dixie what was going on. "...You can't be serious."

	"Oh, but I am serious. Since you'll be staying here for the foreseeable future, I've decided to teach you firsthand how a baby is cared for. Now, lay down on the bed so I can get you in your diaper." Dixie really wanted to protest, or just leave, but she knew now that her aunt was not above doubling down on increased punishments. Despite her fear and shame, she did as she was told and laid down on the bed on top of the diaper.

	Her aunt began by wiping down her nether regions with the baby wipes, simply for the ritual. She then applied a liberal amount of baby powder and lifted the front of the diaper onto Dixie's body. As the diaper material came into contact with her red bottom, she realized that it would insulate the heat and make her rear even more uncomfortable. Her aunt then taped the diaper up. Dixie sat up and looked at the front of the diaper. It was a white diaper with different colored banana designs on it. No doubt one of Kiddy's. She couldn't believe how utterly infantile she felt with her spanked bottom and thick diaper on her waist.

	"Here are the ground rules." her aunt began.

1. You are to be diapered 24/7 so long as you are in this house, unless I am bathing you. This means that you must use your diaper for its intended purposes, and I will change you when needed.
2. You will only eat the same kinds of foods that Kiddy eats. This includes mushed baby food and milk or juice from a bottle.
3. Kiddy goes to bed at 7:30 and I expect the same from you. You will sleep in his spare crib.
4. Babies don't talk. If I hear you using big girl words, I'll assume that you're just fussy and give you a pacifier.
5. Since you're a baby now, those clothes are far too inappropriate for you. Fortunately, I have some of Kiddy's old clothes that will fit you.
6. Breaking any of these rules will result in a spanking and corner time.

	"Is that understood?" she finished. Dixie was shocked at just how far her aunt was going with this. Baby food? Bedtime? Actually USING the diaper? "I said, is that understood?" Dixie nodded. "OK, good. Now, let's get you out of those clothes and into something more age-appropriate." She took Dixie's beret and headband off and laid it on the bed, then undid the knot in her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. Dixie blushed and covered her chest with her arms as she was embarrassed to be exposed. "Don't bother trying to hide anything from me, sweetie, babies aren't ashamed of their bodies". Dixie continued to hide her toplessness as her aunt unclipped her ear rings and slipped her kneepads off.

	She then grabbed the unzipped pink pajamas from the edge of the bed and pulled it up over Dixie's feet onto her legs. "Stand up." Dixie stood up as the garment was pulled up over her thick diaper and up to her shoulders. "Now your arms." Dixie shyly uncovered her chest and put her arms into the sleeves. Her aunt pulled the zipper up to her collar. She then grabbed a green pacifier necklace from the dresser and put it into Dixie's mouth.

	"There you go, sweetie, you're all dressed up! Now, I have to make supper, so I'll leave you in the nursery. I don't have Kiddy's spare crib set up just yet, so for right now you two will have to share." She held the young Kong's arm and led her into the nursery where Kiddy was sitting in his crib playing with the built-in abacus on his crib. Kiddy looked up and was confused to see that his cool cousin who took him on a wild adventure was now as much a baby as he was. His mom lifted Dixie up into the crib, being so strong from having to pick Kiddy up all the time. "OK, supper will be done in half an hour. You two get along, now". She left the room and shut the door.

	Finally alone to process what's been happening, Dixie started to really feel the effects of the punishment. She used to be a rock star risking life and limb to defeat tyrannical Kremlings with her boyfriend, now she's sitting in a crib with a red hot diapered bottom sucking on a pacifier in her baby cousin's old footy pajamas. She noticed Kiddy was staring at her, so she pouted and looked away. Even though he's a baby, it still felt degrading.

	Minutes passed by as Dixie continued to sit in the crib contemplating her predicament. Kiddy eventually stopped staring at her and went back to what he was doing. After what seemed like a very long time, Kiddy's mom opened the door. "Supper time! Hope you two are ready to eat!". She lowered the crib wall and carried Dixie and Kiddy out and led them downstairs to the kitchen.

	The aunt put Dixie and Kiddy each into their own high chair around the table and secured them in. Dixie noticed that her bottom didn't hurt quite as much anymore. A bib was then put around both of their necks as the pacifier was taken out of Dixie's mouth. Her aunt opened a somewhat large jar of mushed bananas and prepared a spoonful for Kiddy. Kiddy gladly slurped the mush off the spoon. She then prepared another spoon for Dixie. "Open wide, baby girl! It's supper!". Dixie reluctantly opened her mouth and let her aunt slide the spoon between her lips. The banana mush tasted pretty good, actually. It is bananas, after all. As much as it felt weird to be spoon-fed, at least the food itself was tasty.

	10 minutes later, the jar is completely empty and both baby Kongs are full. As her aunt was getting her free of the high chair, Dixie started to notice some pressure on her bladder. If she knew what was in store for her, she wouldn't have had that large banana milkshake before coming over. She and Kiddy were both lowered from their chairs and sent into the living room to watch TV before bed. She put the two into a playpen and set the TV to a channel for preschoolers. Dixie watched the cartoon with its bright colors and very easy to understand plot, and found it strangely nostalgic, if a little asinine.

	Her aunt came back into the room a minute later and gave them both a bottle. Kiddy accepted his without thinking, but Dixie was hesitant since her bladder was already kinda full, even though she knew she wouldn't have any other choice but to wet her diaper eventually. "Take your bottle, sweetie." her aunt said. "You need the nutrients." Dixie decided that she might as well and stuck the nipple of the bottle in her mouth. She took a sip of the body temperature milk as she leaned against the wall of the playpen. Her aunt left the living room and went upstairs. 

	Dixie found the suckling of the bottle strangely addictive, and within 10 minutes had the entire thing empty. She could feel the liquid rushing to her bladder, making it more and more difficult to hold it in. She looked at the clock and noticed there was still 45 minutes until bedtime. She didn't know what to do. Should she just wet herself now and asked to be changed, get it over with? But wait... would that count as talking? She wasn't allowed to talk. She knew she couldn't possibly work up the nerve to fuss like a baby. She decided to try to hold it until her aunt came back.

	But as time passed, that task was seeming more and more impossible. With 20 minutes left on the clock, she simply couldn't hold it anymore, and finally she crouched up on her knees and let the pee flow out into her diaper. She felt immensely relieved as the stream of urine pattered against the thick material of the diaper, filling up the crotch. She felt the pee pooling up against her skin but she still wasn't done. After another few seconds, she was finally empty and relieved, but now her diaper was absolutely soaked. And too afraid to call for a change, she felt some dread knowing she would have to stay in her wet diaper for another 20 minutes. She sat back down with a squish as the pee sloshed around her bottom, making her cringe with disgust.

	20 minutes had passed, and Dixie's diaper had gotten cold and clammy, but finally her aunt came downstairs. 

	"OK you two, it's 7:30. Let's get your diapers checked and go to bed!". She came over and picked Kiddy and Dixie both up out of the playpen and carried them upstairs. "Shooie! One of you definitely filled your diapers!". They were lead into the nursery. Dixie noticed that there was now a second crib, which her aunt must have been building while they were downstairs.

	Dixie was put in her crib while Kiddy was placed on the changing table. She was all too eager to get out of her wet, clammy diaper, so that extra few minutes while she went second felt like such a slap to the face. Kiddy's mom unzipped his pajamas and peeked into his diaper, and noticed that he was dry. "Huh. You're totally dry, Kiddy. So that must mean that smell was coming from your cousin! Who knew she'd take to using her diapers so quickly! I guess she really is a baby!". Dixie blushed hard. Her aunt zipped Kiddy's pajamas back up and set him down into the crib, then picked Dixie up and put her on the table.

	Dixie's pajamas were unzipped and removed. She didn't bother covering her chest this time; she was too concerned with getting the diaper off to care. Her diaper was untaped, revealing how completely saturated it was on the inside. Her aunt balled it up and tossed it into the trash can, then wiped the urine off of her crotch and bottom with a baby wipe. 

	"Well, you don't seem to have a diaper rash, but I'm going to put some ointment on you, just in case!" Her aunt smeared some creamy ointment onto her hands and applied it all over Dixie's diaper area. She then applied baby powder, and stuck a diaper underneath her rear and taped it up. Dixie noticed that this diaper felt different than the last, however. It was... thicker? Much thicker! She can't even get her thighs to touch in this diaper.

	"That last diaper you had on barely held up, I'm surprised it didn't leak!" her aunt said. "Luckily for you, I have some extra-thick diapers. In case you have another accident, these should hold up through the night." She reached for the pajamas to put back on to Dixie but then she noticed a wet spot in the leg area.

	"Oh, dear. Seems like that diaper leaked after all. I'll have to wash this, and I'm afraid I don't have any more clean pajamas." Dixie didn't know what to make of this information. "Hm. Well... I don't have anything else for you to wear. But I can't make you sleep in the nude. You'll freeze!". Dixie was embarrassed and folded her arms over her chest again at being reminded that she was wearing nothing but a diaper.

	"Oh, I know!" her aunt declared, as she pulled a spare blanket out of the closet. "I'll swaddle you in this blanket. That should keep you warm." She wrapped the blanket firmly around Dixie's body and carried her into her crib. She then tucked her under another blanket and turned on the rocket-themed mobile above her head while putting the pacifier back in Dixie's mouth. She then went and did the same for Kiddy, turned on the night light, and walked towards the door.

	"Good night, my babies. See you in the morning." she said. The room went dark as she shut the door behind them. Dixie felt very unusual, being swaddled, wearing a thick diaper in a crib. But she was so exhausted from everything she had been through that she just shut her eyes and started sucking her pacifier as she was quickly falling asleep.