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Good for you! Well, maybe. If you like age regression and diaper usage you have made the right decision.\n\n[b]What to expect:[/b]\nI wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.\nIf you like this story and want me to continue with it, tell me in the comments. I already have ideas how to go on from both endings, so there is hopefully more to come. If you want me to.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Description:
So, you decide to wear the Baby Romper? Good for you! Well, maybe. If you like age regression and diaper usage you have made the right decision.
What to expect:
I wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.
If you like this story and want me to continue with it, tell me in the comments. I already have ideas how to go on from both endings, so there is hopefully more to come. If you want me to.","writing":"[b]It can't hurt to try, right?[/b] And you would never look a gift horse in the mouth after all. You spin around your own axis once and in one swift motion you undress your old clothes and put the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] on. The baby green onesie fits you well. It's comfy, fluffy and warm. It's cozy. It's like it was made for you.\n\n“A [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]? That really suits you. I love cute pieces like this one, toasty!”, you hear Melba's voice from behind you. You turn around to her and a heart is visibly floating above her head as she looks at you with excitement and joy. \nYou blush a little. That you wear a [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] isn't something that you wanted the others to know. You probably should've waited with trying it on until you were in the safety of your own home. But now it was too late and Melba saw you. But she seems to like it, so everything is fine, you guess.\n“You know, yesterday I saw Whitney gifting a [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] to Cole as well. But I think he didn't even try it on once. He didn't like it. Maybe that's why he moved out so suddenly.”, she pondered. “Because maybe that has upset him. I know how Whitney can be sometimes.”\nAnd so do you. If she didn't like someone, it would become very clear in the conversations with her. But you don't know if she hadn't liked Cole. You know that she couldn't stand Ruby, the white rabbit with the red eyes, because of her airs and graces that she often put on. But Cole? You have no idea why she wouldn't have liked him. He did nothing wrong.\n\nYou decide to keep the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] on and continue with your island duties. The onesie was way too comfortable for taking it off and after Melba's positive reaction to it you feel assured that you can keep it on without getting questioning looks. And you were right. By the end of the day the reactions you got from your neighbors were all quite positive, except for Ruby's. She laughed at you for wearing such a babyish outfit and then continued to hunt a butterfly with her net. You didn't mind. She always acted like a superstar so it's no wonder that she was weirded out by your new outfit.\n\nWhen the last light of the sunset touches the island you feel the exhaustion in your body. One after another the other villagers go back to their homes to get their well deserved sleep. And you decide that it was time to do the same. \n\nWith a yawn you enter your bedroom and throw yourself onto the bed. You still wear the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]. It's comfortable even after a whole day of running around on the island and you see no reason for taking it off to sleep. \nYou close your eyes and soon your tired body drifts off to slumber.\n\n~\n\nA faint melody causes you to wake up again. Is it morning already? You blink twice. The bedroom is still dark. But there is still this melody. You remember it from... somewhere. Wasn't that Whitney's favorite K.K. Slider song? What was it called again? Lucky K.K.? \nYou blink again. The silhouette of the furniture in your bedroom seems strange. Somehow... different than before. You open your eyes and then you realize it. This isn't your bedroom. \nAs you sit up the melody stops. \n“Oh, you are finally awake, snappy.”, you hear Whitney's voice from behind you and the light is switched on.\n\nYou turn around and see her sitting on a chair. The diaper around her waist is gone and she is just wearing her normal blue dress as always, but she seems to be a little more chubby than you remember her.\n“Seems like you appreciate my gift way more than Cole did.”, she gives you a warm smile.\nYour attempt to ask her what she is up to ends in muffled sounds and you finally notice the rubber nipple in your mouth and try to spit it out, but it doesn't move. You feel the band that's tied around your head, keeping the pacifier in place. \n“I hope you don't mind the little kidnapping. But just to be sure, I made some arrangements so you won't scream or try to escape like Cole did yesterday.”, she says as you stand up and find yourself in a crib with bars too close to each other to slip through them. \n“This lazy rabbit was ungrateful and refused to wear the cute [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] I gave him. So I sneaked into his home and well... I was hungry and I'm a predator after all, snappy. I swallowed him in one gulp. He struggled in my bloated belly, but not for long. After the digestion kicked in, I went to sleep. And then, over the course of today I dumped his mushy remains into my pamps. Why am I telling you that? Because you can consider yourself lucky that you won't share his fate. You were smart enough not to reject my gift. I've always wanted to have a baby. And now I finally have got myself one, snappy.”, she gleefully exclaims. “You either wear a diaper, or you get dumped out into my diaper. I'm glad you chose the former.”\n“MMM NGH B-B!!!”, you shout. She had EATEN Cole? And she had planned to eat you, wouldn't you have accepted her gift? What kind of monster has been living on your island the whole time?\n“Ohh, how cute, my little P-bug is trying to talk.”, she smiles and comes over to you. You still stand at the bars of the crib and try to force them open with your hands that are covered by thick mittens. The bars don't budge an inch.\nWhen you look down on yourself you see that you still have the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] on. But somehow it seems to be thicker around your waist and your butt feels like there is a cushion wrapped around it. Another realization hits you. Whitney wants to make a baby out of you. And what do babies wear? Diapers. She must have put one on you, while you were asleep. That means she must have seen your private parts. Your face turns red. That was not okay! You don't know if you should feel ashamed or angry. \nYou decide to be angry. Screaming into the pacifier you throw a tantrum. Whitney watches you with amusement from a safe distance so you can't hit her through the bars of the crib.\n“What's wrong, P-bug?”, she tilts her head in pretended confusion. Then her eyes open wide. “Oh, I know! You must be hungry!”\nNo. You are not hungry. You are angry. Angered and frightened by this psychopathic wolf. The last thing you want to do now is to eat something. You want to get out of this outfit. This crib. This house. Heck, right now you want to get off of this island to be as far away as possible from this bitch.\n“If you don't stop making a fuss, I'll have to use this, snappy!”, she suddenly turns serious and lifts her right hand with an elongated object in it. You stop your tantrum just to see the injection needle and the syringe with a green liquid in it in her hand. What's that now?\nYour face must have given away your curiosity, because she begins to smile again. “This is a strong drug called Brain Drain. If I inject this into your system, your brain will be regressed immediately to the state of a one year-old, snappy.”\nYou look at her and shake your head. Of course you don't want your mental age to be reduced.\n“So, you'll behave?”\nYou are not able to interpret her grin that follows your nodded approval, but it has something sinister to it.\n\n~\n\nYou had underestimated how strong Whitney is. When she lifts you out of the crib and up on her arms, you feel her poking your crinkling diaper through the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]. “Still dry.”, she says, sounding almost surprised. Of course your diaper is still dry. You are not going to use that thing. And you would struggle against her grip if she weren't pointing the tip of the needle at you, while she carries you over to a green [color=blue]Baby Chair[/color] that fits the color of your [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color].\nThe chair makes an adorable squeak when Whitney lets your diapered rump down on it and uses two belts to tie you up. One belt goes over your legs and around under the chair, while the other one around your arms on breast height, and behind the chair so you can't free yourself. And the mittens around your hands keep you from trying to open the belts.\nAfter she tied you to the chair, Whitney places the syringe on a shelf and then leaves your field of view. \n\nYou are forced to sit there and wait for her to come back. She could have easily eaten you now, you know that. If she wanted to, you would be nothing more than the next load of stinky mess in a diaper that was hugging her butt by tomorrow. You are at her mercy. But she already said that she doesn't plan to eat you. Which makes you even more frightened about what she is having in store for you.\n\nYou wait for a few minutes until she comes back. She has a can in one hand and a spoon in the other. Both of them are placed on the table, before she grabs a chair and puts it in front of your own. Then she disappears behind you and you feel her fumbling at the band that keeps the pacifier in place. With a [i]Click[/i] it comes loose and she removes the pacifier from your mouth. “If you even try to scream, there is a syringe with your name on it!”, she warns you, just as you inhale. Instantly you shut your mouth again.\nShe sits down on the chair in front of you and smiles as she reaches for the can and the spoon. “You must be so hungry from all the fussing around, snappy. But mommy is here to care for you.”, she says while dipping the spoon into the can. When she pulls it out, a good portion of what looks like apple sauce is on it.\n“Open wide.”, she instructs you with a happy smile.\nYou decide to play along. Maybe if she is satisfied with your behavior, she will let you go after a while. And if she lets you go, you're going to have a long talk with Isabelle why this crazy ass wolf has to leave the island. You open your mouth.\n\nThe spoon is cold on your tongue as you close your mouth around it. The mushy food tastes sweet, with a little sour note to it. Definitely apple sauce. You gulp down the first spoonful of it. Could have been worse.\nYou open your mouth again and show Whitney that you swallowed all of it. After that, she pulls the spoon back and dips it into the jar again. You keep your mouth open for the next portion of apple sauce. No reason to upset mommy by closing your mouth again, right? Mommy? You blink twice. She isn't your mommy. She is your captor and-\nBefore you are able to continue your trail of thought, the spoon enters your mouth again and you automatically swallow the sweet and cold mush. It travels down your throat and even though it's cold, you suddenly feel warm. A warmth that slowly spreads from your chest down to your belly. And you feel relaxed. \nWhen the third spoonful is pushed into your mouth, some of the apple sauce drips down on your [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]. Fortunately it lands on the bib, so you don't get yourself dirty. “Oh my, P-bug, what a messy eater you are.”, Whitney snickers. “Is the drug already kicking in?”\nDrug? What drug? The warmth that travels down your body somehow feels unnatural, but you gulp down the next load of apple sauce anyway. Is mommy trying to poison you? Mommy? Yeah... mommy. Mommy sounds right. Mommy would never poison you. You calm down again. Mommy only wants the best for you.\nYou hear a distant rumbling. At least, it sounds as it comes from a distance. But it is your own stomach that gurgles loudly. It sounds funny. You giggle uncontrollably. \n“I think, it is.”, Whitney giggles as well. “You know, in high doses, Brain Drain is irreversible, but in small doses, your mind may recover from it after a few days. And I may have spiked this apple sauce with Brain Drain, snappy. Just a little. So you can experience being my baby.”\nThe spoon pokes at your mouth and you open it. So she is really drugging you at this very moment. And you couldn't care less about that.\nYou feel the warmth spreading out even more in your body and then... outside your body as well. Your crotch is growing warm. When did you relax your bladder? You didn't want to use your diaper, yet you are doing so right now. With a hiss, your bladder empties itself and the front of the padding soaks up your hot urine and becomes squishy and thick. You wet yourself like a baby. A feeling of helplessness takes hold of you. Tears well up in your eyes and before you can do something against it, you start to cry.\n“There, there...”, mommy says, a hand pressed against your warm crotch. “It's totally normal for babies to wet their diapers. That's why you wear one after all.” She gently pats your head.\nShe is right. Mommy is always right. It's normal. Why are you crying over something like wetting your diaper? It's the intended purpose of it. \nThe sweet taste of apple sauce in your mouth calms you down again. And slowly you feel your mind going numb. You can't seem to... thoughts... come... go... can't grasp one... \n“I've also put a strong laxative into the apple sauce, snappy. This will speed up the effect that the Brain Drain has. Soon, all your smarts will be emptied out into your diaper.”, mommy says. Her words have no meaning for you anymore. You hear them, but you aren't able to comprehend them. Too many words. Too complex. \n\nA sharp pain in your abdomen tries to pull you back into reality. But your mind is already too far away. And as another spoonful of mush enters your mouth, you obey your body and feel a different kind of mush leaving your ass and entering your diaper. But this mush is warm. And stinky. You push and grunt, with the spoon still stuck in your mouth. With each push, you feel your mind becoming more foggy. Mommy is right. As always. With a wet [i]Blortch[/i] you empty more of your former smarts into the seat of your padding, just as she foretold.\nThe diaper fills up rapidly with a smelly pile of poop. It is as natural as breathing to soil yourself. A few minutes ago you would have protested, but now, the growing mound on your backside fills you with relief, just like you fill the diaper with the last bit of what is left of your grown-up mind. You don't even need to push anymore. Your sphincter just relaxes and soft lumps of poo flow out of you uncontrollably.\nAccompanied by muffled farts, your padding expands and you feel how the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] is stretched by the bloating diaper. There is so much mush between your butt cheeks that in the need of more space it creeps up your backside up to the waistband of your padding.\nMommy pulls back the spoon and you start giggling. “Eh he he... poopy!”, you babble.\nMommy's wide smile fills you with joy. “Yes, indeed, P-bug. You are making a big stinky right now, aren't you?” \nAgain, you don't know what her words mean, but that doesn't matter. You just give one final push that causes the inside of the diaper to fill up completely with hot, smelly shit. The pain in your abdomen is gone and your pamps are packed to the brim with a steaming mess. You want to move, but the belts are still holding you in place, so you just grind in the seat of your squeaking [color=blue]Baby Chair[/color] and relish in the feeling of the gooey mass that coats your crotch completely by now.\n\nWay too soon mommy unties you and lifts you up from the chair. You want the mushy feeling around your butt back and start to cry, but the white wolf stuffs the pacifier into your mouth and you start suckling on it. Almost instantly you calm down again.\n“Oh my, you really filled this one up, snappy.”, mommy says, patting your diapered rump which makes an audible [i]Squish[/i]. “Let's get you changed and then you go to sleep again. Babies shouldn't stay up this long.”\nShe carries you over to the changing table and places you on the mat. The bib around your neck gets removed first and then she pops open the buttons of the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]. They almost come open by themselves from the stretching your overly full diaper is causing.\nLike a professional, she lifts your mushy tushy up in the air, gets the diaper off of you, wipes your privates clean with baby wipes and then sprinkles baby powder onto your butt, before she wraps a clean diaper around your waist and tapes it shut. She inspects the [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color], decides that it is still clean and puts it on you again.\nYou can't think coherently anymore, but you know that you are tired. Yawning, you stretch yourself and close your eyes. Your regressed mind is too tired to notice how mommy lifts you up again and tucks you into the crib. You are already fast asleep and are off to a new life as Whitney's baby. No worries about your debt at Tom Nook. No worries about the ranking the Happy Home Academy is going to give you. Just a carefree life as a baby. \nYou grunt in your sleep and your new diaper expands with what will be a messy surprise for mommy next morning. A relieved smile appears on your face. You are happy.\n\nTo be continued?","writing_bbcode_parsed":"It can't hurt to try, right? And you would never look a gift horse in the mouth after all. You spin around your own axis once and in one swift motion you undress your old clothes and put the Baby Romper on. The baby green onesie fits you well. It's comfy, fluffy and warm. It's cozy. It's like it was made for you.
“A Baby Romper? That really suits you. I love cute pieces like this one, toasty!”, you hear Melba's voice from behind you. You turn around to her and a heart is visibly floating above her head as she looks at you with excitement and joy.
You blush a little. That you wear a Baby Romper isn't something that you wanted the others to know. You probably should've waited with trying it on until you were in the safety of your own home. But now it was too late and Melba saw you. But she seems to like it, so everything is fine, you guess.
“You know, yesterday I saw Whitney gifting a Baby Romper to Cole as well. But I think he didn't even try it on once. He didn't like it. Maybe that's why he moved out so suddenly.”, she pondered. “Because maybe that has upset him. I know how Whitney can be sometimes.”
And so do you. If she didn't like someone, it would become very clear in the conversations with her. But you don't know if she hadn't liked Cole. You know that she couldn't stand Ruby, the white rabbit with the red eyes, because of her airs and graces that she often put on. But Cole? You have no idea why she wouldn't have liked him. He did nothing wrong.
You decide to keep the Baby Romper on and continue with your island duties. The onesie was way too comfortable for taking it off and after Melba's positive reaction to it you feel assured that you can keep it on without getting questioning looks. And you were right. By the end of the day the reactions you got from your neighbors were all quite positive, except for Ruby's. She laughed at you for wearing such a babyish outfit and then continued to hunt a butterfly with her net. You didn't mind. She always acted like a superstar so it's no wonder that she was weirded out by your new outfit.
When the last light of the sunset touches the island you feel the exhaustion in your body. One after another the other villagers go back to their homes to get their well deserved sleep. And you decide that it was time to do the same.
With a yawn you enter your bedroom and throw yourself onto the bed. You still wear the Baby Romper. It's comfortable even after a whole day of running around on the island and you see no reason for taking it off to sleep.
You close your eyes and soon your tired body drifts off to slumber.
~
A faint melody causes you to wake up again. Is it morning already? You blink twice. The bedroom is still dark. But there is still this melody. You remember it from... somewhere. Wasn't that Whitney's favorite K.K. Slider song? What was it called again? Lucky K.K.?
You blink again. The silhouette of the furniture in your bedroom seems strange. Somehow... different than before. You open your eyes and then you realize it. This isn't your bedroom.
As you sit up the melody stops.
“Oh, you are finally awake, snappy.”, you hear Whitney's voice from behind you and the light is switched on.
You turn around and see her sitting on a chair. The diaper around her waist is gone and she is just wearing her normal blue dress as always, but she seems to be a little more chubby than you remember her.
“Seems like you appreciate my gift way more than Cole did.”, she gives you a warm smile.
Your attempt to ask her what she is up to ends in muffled sounds and you finally notice the rubber nipple in your mouth and try to spit it out, but it doesn't move. You feel the band that's tied around your head, keeping the pacifier in place.
“I hope you don't mind the little kidnapping. But just to be sure, I made some arrangements so you won't scream or try to escape like Cole did yesterday.”, she says as you stand up and find yourself in a crib with bars too close to each other to slip through them.
“This lazy rabbit was ungrateful and refused to wear the cute Baby Romper I gave him. So I sneaked into his home and well... I was hungry and I'm a predator after all, snappy. I swallowed him in one gulp. He struggled in my bloated belly, but not for long. After the digestion kicked in, I went to sleep. And then, over the course of today I dumped his mushy remains into my pamps. Why am I telling you that? Because you can consider yourself lucky that you won't share his fate. You were smart enough not to reject my gift. I've always wanted to have a baby. And now I finally have got myself one, snappy.”, she gleefully exclaims. “You either wear a diaper, or you get dumped out into my diaper. I'm glad you chose the former.”
“MMM NGH B-B!!!”, you shout. She had EATEN Cole? And she had planned to eat you, wouldn't you have accepted her gift? What kind of monster has been living on your island the whole time?
“Ohh, how cute, my little P-bug is trying to talk.”, she smiles and comes over to you. You still stand at the bars of the crib and try to force them open with your hands that are covered by thick mittens. The bars don't budge an inch.
When you look down on yourself you see that you still have the Baby Romper on. But somehow it seems to be thicker around your waist and your butt feels like there is a cushion wrapped around it. Another realization hits you. Whitney wants to make a baby out of you. And what do babies wear? Diapers. She must have put one on you, while you were asleep. That means she must have seen your private parts. Your face turns red. That was not okay! You don't know if you should feel ashamed or angry.
You decide to be angry. Screaming into the pacifier you throw a tantrum. Whitney watches you with amusement from a safe distance so you can't hit her through the bars of the crib.
“What's wrong, P-bug?”, she tilts her head in pretended confusion. Then her eyes open wide. “Oh, I know! You must be hungry!”
No. You are not hungry. You are angry. Angered and frightened by this psychopathic wolf. The last thing you want to do now is to eat something. You want to get out of this outfit. This crib. This house. Heck, right now you want to get off of this island to be as far away as possible from this bitch.
“If you don't stop making a fuss, I'll have to use this, snappy!”, she suddenly turns serious and lifts her right hand with an elongated object in it. You stop your tantrum just to see the injection needle and the syringe with a green liquid in it in her hand. What's that now?
Your face must have given away your curiosity, because she begins to smile again. “This is a strong drug called Brain Drain. If I inject this into your system, your brain will be regressed immediately to the state of a one year-old, snappy.”
You look at her and shake your head. Of course you don't want your mental age to be reduced.
“So, you'll behave?”
You are not able to interpret her grin that follows your nodded approval, but it has something sinister to it.
~
You had underestimated how strong Whitney is. When she lifts you out of the crib and up on her arms, you feel her poking your crinkling diaper through the Baby Romper. “Still dry.”, she says, sounding almost surprised. Of course your diaper is still dry. You are not going to use that thing. And you would struggle against her grip if she weren't pointing the tip of the needle at you, while she carries you over to a green Baby Chair that fits the color of your Baby Romper.
The chair makes an adorable squeak when Whitney lets your diapered rump down on it and uses two belts to tie you up. One belt goes over your legs and around under the chair, while the other one around your arms on breast height, and behind the chair so you can't free yourself. And the mittens around your hands keep you from trying to open the belts.
After she tied you to the chair, Whitney places the syringe on a shelf and then leaves your field of view.
You are forced to sit there and wait for her to come back. She could have easily eaten you now, you know that. If she wanted to, you would be nothing more than the next load of stinky mess in a diaper that was hugging her butt by tomorrow. You are at her mercy. But she already said that she doesn't plan to eat you. Which makes you even more frightened about what she is having in store for you.
You wait for a few minutes until she comes back. She has a can in one hand and a spoon in the other. Both of them are placed on the table, before she grabs a chair and puts it in front of your own. Then she disappears behind you and you feel her fumbling at the band that keeps the pacifier in place. With a Click it comes loose and she removes the pacifier from your mouth. “If you even try to scream, there is a syringe with your name on it!”, she warns you, just as you inhale. Instantly you shut your mouth again.
She sits down on the chair in front of you and smiles as she reaches for the can and the spoon. “You must be so hungry from all the fussing around, snappy. But mommy is here to care for you.”, she says while dipping the spoon into the can. When she pulls it out, a good portion of what looks like apple sauce is on it.
“Open wide.”, she instructs you with a happy smile.
You decide to play along. Maybe if she is satisfied with your behavior, she will let you go after a while. And if she lets you go, you're going to have a long talk with Isabelle why this crazy ass wolf has to leave the island. You open your mouth.
The spoon is cold on your tongue as you close your mouth around it. The mushy food tastes sweet, with a little sour note to it. Definitely apple sauce. You gulp down the first spoonful of it. Could have been worse.
You open your mouth again and show Whitney that you swallowed all of it. After that, she pulls the spoon back and dips it into the jar again. You keep your mouth open for the next portion of apple sauce. No reason to upset mommy by closing your mouth again, right? Mommy? You blink twice. She isn't your mommy. She is your captor and-
Before you are able to continue your trail of thought, the spoon enters your mouth again and you automatically swallow the sweet and cold mush. It travels down your throat and even though it's cold, you suddenly feel warm. A warmth that slowly spreads from your chest down to your belly. And you feel relaxed.
When the third spoonful is pushed into your mouth, some of the apple sauce drips down on your Baby Romper. Fortunately it lands on the bib, so you don't get yourself dirty. “Oh my, P-bug, what a messy eater you are.”, Whitney snickers. “Is the drug already kicking in?”
Drug? What drug? The warmth that travels down your body somehow feels unnatural, but you gulp down the next load of apple sauce anyway. Is mommy trying to poison you? Mommy? Yeah... mommy. Mommy sounds right. Mommy would never poison you. You calm down again. Mommy only wants the best for you.
You hear a distant rumbling. At least, it sounds as it comes from a distance. But it is your own stomach that gurgles loudly. It sounds funny. You giggle uncontrollably.
“I think, it is.”, Whitney giggles as well. “You know, in high doses, Brain Drain is irreversible, but in small doses, your mind may recover from it after a few days. And I may have spiked this apple sauce with Brain Drain, snappy. Just a little. So you can experience being my baby.”
The spoon pokes at your mouth and you open it. So she is really drugging you at this very moment. And you couldn't care less about that.
You feel the warmth spreading out even more in your body and then... outside your body as well. Your crotch is growing warm. When did you relax your bladder? You didn't want to use your diaper, yet you are doing so right now. With a hiss, your bladder empties itself and the front of the padding soaks up your hot urine and becomes squishy and thick. You wet yourself like a baby. A feeling of helplessness takes hold of you. Tears well up in your eyes and before you can do something against it, you start to cry.
“There, there...”, mommy says, a hand pressed against your warm crotch. “It's totally normal for babies to wet their diapers. That's why you wear one after all.” She gently pats your head.
She is right. Mommy is always right. It's normal. Why are you crying over something like wetting your diaper? It's the intended purpose of it.
The sweet taste of apple sauce in your mouth calms you down again. And slowly you feel your mind going numb. You can't seem to... thoughts... come... go... can't grasp one...
“I've also put a strong laxative into the apple sauce, snappy. This will speed up the effect that the Brain Drain has. Soon, all your smarts will be emptied out into your diaper.”, mommy says. Her words have no meaning for you anymore. You hear them, but you aren't able to comprehend them. Too many words. Too complex.
A sharp pain in your abdomen tries to pull you back into reality. But your mind is already too far away. And as another spoonful of mush enters your mouth, you obey your body and feel a different kind of mush leaving your ass and entering your diaper. But this mush is warm. And stinky. You push and grunt, with the spoon still stuck in your mouth. With each push, you feel your mind becoming more foggy. Mommy is right. As always. With a wet Blortch you empty more of your former smarts into the seat of your padding, just as she foretold.
The diaper fills up rapidly with a smelly pile of poop. It is as natural as breathing to soil yourself. A few minutes ago you would have protested, but now, the growing mound on your backside fills you with relief, just like you fill the diaper with the last bit of what is left of your grown-up mind. You don't even need to push anymore. Your sphincter just relaxes and soft lumps of poo flow out of you uncontrollably.
Accompanied by muffled farts, your padding expands and you feel how the Baby Romper is stretched by the bloating diaper. There is so much mush between your butt cheeks that in the need of more space it creeps up your backside up to the waistband of your padding.
Mommy pulls back the spoon and you start giggling. “Eh he he... poopy!”, you babble.
Mommy's wide smile fills you with joy. “Yes, indeed, P-bug. You are making a big stinky right now, aren't you?”
Again, you don't know what her words mean, but that doesn't matter. You just give one final push that causes the inside of the diaper to fill up completely with hot, smelly shit. The pain in your abdomen is gone and your pamps are packed to the brim with a steaming mess. You want to move, but the belts are still holding you in place, so you just grind in the seat of your squeaking Baby Chair and relish in the feeling of the gooey mass that coats your crotch completely by now.
Way too soon mommy unties you and lifts you up from the chair. You want the mushy feeling around your butt back and start to cry, but the white wolf stuffs the pacifier into your mouth and you start suckling on it. Almost instantly you calm down again.
“Oh my, you really filled this one up, snappy.”, mommy says, patting your diapered rump which makes an audible Squish. “Let's get you changed and then you go to sleep again. Babies shouldn't stay up this long.”
She carries you over to the changing table and places you on the mat. The bib around your neck gets removed first and then she pops open the buttons of the Baby Romper. They almost come open by themselves from the stretching your overly full diaper is causing.
Like a professional, she lifts your mushy tushy up in the air, gets the diaper off of you, wipes your privates clean with baby wipes and then sprinkles baby powder onto your butt, before she wraps a clean diaper around your waist and tapes it shut. She inspects the Baby Romper, decides that it is still clean and puts it on you again.
You can't think coherently anymore, but you know that you are tired. Yawning, you stretch yourself and close your eyes. Your regressed mind is too tired to notice how mommy lifts you up again and tucks you into the crib. You are already fast asleep and are off to a new life as Whitney's baby. No worries about your debt at Tom Nook. No worries about the ranking the Happy Home Academy is going to give you. Just a carefree life as a baby.
You grunt in your sleep and your new diaper expands with what will be a messy surprise for mommy next morning. A relieved smile appears on your face. You are happy.
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