Helpless Little Girl

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Jarred and Courtney had just got married and were on their honeymoon. Jarred was expecting a good time with his new wife in a villa that they hired but he got something else entirely. Courtney had the place all ready for them arriving but Jarred had been unaware of the preparations she had made. One of the rooms had been turned into an adult sized nursery and the house wall full of baby furniture like a highchair and a playpen but sized for an adult. Courtney planned on keeping Jarred as her baby for the next couple of weeks and hoped that it would continue when they returned home. At first Jarred resisted, kicking up a huge fuss and fighting back when Courtney diapered him and tried to feed him or put him to bed. Whenever he did this Courtney would put Jarred over her knee and spank him. This made him cry and tell her that he hated her but she knew that wasn’t true. Courtney thought it would be much easier to do this and thought Jarred would enjoy it. She was thinking of giving up on the third day but decided to persist after Jarred finally made his first messy diaper. Over the course of the rest of the week there were many more spankings, some over Jarred’s diaper, some bare bottom but every time he was spanked Jarred got a little bit more submissive. Courtney was sure that she could spank him into being a good baby for her. By the end of the first week Jarred was being a perfectly sweet little baby boy for his new mommy. One night they were both sitting in the living room of the villa, Courtney on the couch and Jarred in his playpen. Courtney noticed that Jarred was fidgeting while playing with his toys. At first she thought he might need his diaper changed but she noticed a bulge at the front of his diaper and realises he must be turned on. “Does baby want mommy to do anything for him?” Courtney asked Jarred in a condescending tone. Jarred looked round at Courtney and dropped his pacifier out of his mouth. “Mommy, please spank me?”

To say she had broken you would have been an understatement. A year ago, you had been the president of your sorority, hottest girl on campus, and with the GPA to possibly be Valedictorian. You had everything: brains, beauty, and dedication. The only thing you didn't have was a loyal boyfriend.

It was the beginning of your senior year. A new freshmen, Victoria, was rushing for your sorority. She seemed sweet enough, and she clearly had a dominate side. All of the other pledges followed her lead.

As president, you figured you would take her under your wing. Teach her the basics so one day she could take your place... It was supposed to be after you graduated...

Victoria, however, wanted power and quickly. You underestimated how far she would go.

One night, after a party, you had planned on surprising your boyfriend with some new lingerie. You knocked on his door, and he said to come on in.

Victoria was riding you boyfriend. You were shocked and desperately turned on. You had always known your boyfriend had a high drive, and you enjoyed when he was with other girl, but you had rules. No one from the university.

"Mark." You said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Babe. Victoria said it was fine, that y'all were super close."

"We have rules."

"Shut up madam president."

"What did you just say to--"

"I said shut up."

You shut up.

"Come. Kneel at the bed. Kiss my feet."

You knew you shouldn't. What if word spread? What if... Victoria snapped her fingers and your feet dragged you to the edge of the bed.

"Good." Kiss my feet.

You did as you were told. The shame however could not override your arousal.

Afterwards, you were deathly afraid Victoria would reveal what happened to the other girls. But she didn't, she would do more sinister things. She'd whisper in your year, "Awe it was so cute when you begged me to make him cum." She'd show pictures of your boyfriend to the other girls and talk about all the things she'd do with him if he were single.

If you tried to stop her. Tell her to shut up. She'd look at you with a smile and shake her finger. "No. No. No." It would say. "Cuckies don't interrupt."

It continued to get worst. Sometimes, when it was just the two of you in a room, she tell you to get on your knees and kiss her feet or otherwise she'd spill the beans.

Months. The President of the sorority would knee at the feet of a freshmen: Tying her shoes, completing her homework, giving her rides to parties and waiting in the car.

Beauty. Brains. But, at the end of it all, you were her bitch. She said go, you asked how far. She said jump, you asked how high. She said good girl, you woofed like a puppy.

She worked slow and methodical though. She knew that the longer it went on, the more you'd come to accept your position.

So, at the last formal of your university career, Victoria rushed on stage.

"Hiiiii, everyone. I'm so happy to be here." She gave a long speech about how wonder the community was and how supportive her sisters were. "And finally, I just want to thank you president. She's been so wonderful."

Your hands began to shake. She called you up to the stage. As you reached for the mic to speak, she pulled it away. Leaning towards your ear, she whispered a command.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you knelt before her and kissed her heels.

Silence. Whispers. Laughter.

You slide up onto your knees. Victory petted your hair.

"Our kind and humble president is planning to stay on at the sorority to help me. She'll be my personal assistant and house maid." She smiled. "Can we give your former president and new maid a round of applause."

After that it was all down hill. Even though you were still a student for one more month, she forced you to wear a uniform in the sorority house. She made you call all the sisters "Miss and Ma'am." And... while he remained your boyfriend in name, she had dibs to every other part of him.

It was one thing when your boyfriend said you had to start wearing diapers again at night after one too many wet mornings.

You even saw some logic in him suggesting you wear "protection" during the day on long trips and flights. Even shorter trips where you might fall asleep had some reasoning behind it when you considered the alternative of waking up wet in the car.

Weeks went by and the simple white plastic underwear became normalized for you. You even found that it was more convent at times, and your partner was always offering to help when you needed a change.

But you realized sometime later that maybe this wasn't an innocent, natural progression of a control problem...

He started checking your diapers more, and began taking more responsibility for changing you. The amount of time spent in your old underwear dwindled. He started encouraging you to hydrate more, first with large cups of water at bedtime, then by handing you gradually more childish sippy cups throughout the day.

One day though, he came over and checked your diaper and decided it was time for a change. Leading you upstairs, he turned into the spare bedroom rather than heading down the hall into the room you usually share.

You stood there, mouth agape, realizing instantly that this was the planned outcome all along. He wanted you to be in diapers. And he'd been doing everything in his power to ensure you end up in them.

A large white changing table hugged the far wall. Its color contrasted by a bright, nursery print vinyl pad on top. Below, stacks and stacks of diapers lined the shelves. But not the crisp white medical diapers you haf become so used to... these diapers looked like adult-sized versions of modern baby diapers, sized up to fit you. Their bright colors and playful patterns a clear indication of what your new status was, not just in the relationship, but to everyone.

"Alright princess, hop on up, Daddy will get you all cleaned up, I've got lots of wonderful new diapers for my baby to wear....which is a good thing since I threw out all of your old undies yesterday."

Big Bro: You sure are waddly, little guy

Me: Umm...nuh uh!

Big Bro: Yes...yes you are. Come on! This mall has a changing table thats just the right size for you.

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Your mind wandered... your thoughts just passing pink clouds in that newly emptied head of yours... or, was it always this empty?

it didn't matter... your daddy was there to take care of you...

he wakes you in the morning and helps you out of your crib, changes your thick night time diaper after you became a heavy bedwetter, would feed you yummy mushy baby food and Special Bottles of baby formula and milk that made your happy, horny, baby brain feel all, like, totally, YUMMY and DUMMY. it was no fun to think... not at all... especially about how you were once a potty trained big girl... no, you much rather enjoyed the warm fuzzy tingles of being a good baby brained dumb diaper dolly...

Under the watchful and constant care of your Daddy, you didnt have to think about anything... not about bills or semester grades...not when to go to bed, when to wake up... and certainly not when to go to the potty... you just let go in your diapers...

in fact, you were starting to feel less and less each time you leaked into your pretty princess pampers... but you didnt even think about that...

not thinking was so much fun... so much fun, that even when daddy said that "Good Baby Girls Don't Think About Anything" , you just nodded your head, and popped your thumb in your mouth, as drool began to slip out, you clutched your favorite stuffy close, and felt weak at the knees as your diaper began to feel all wet, warm, squishy, and tingly...

No More Thinking For You, Little One...

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