Gotcha - Part 1

A young woman gets kidnapped while travelling abroad. Her new Daddy intends to turn her into a perfect baby girl, but Jennifer has no intention of spending the rest of her life as some lunatic’s overgrown toddler.

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Italy was beautiful. Jennifer’s parents had been so critical of her decision to go solo backpacking in Europe, but they didn’t understand. She was nearly twenty now, and she needed her independence. As much as they might try to deny it, she wasn’t their little girl anymore. She could take care of herself! And looking out at the scenery before her, Jennifer knew she wouldn’t have missed this for anything. Getting drunk in bars was great, and Italian food was to die for, but sometimes it was nice to just hike up to a cliff, away from the beaches heaving with tourists, and have some time alone. She leant against a sturdy railing with a hand under her chin, gazing out at the sea serenely. She didn’t notice the man walking up behind her, until he forced the cloth over her mouth.

She started thrashing and struggling at once, but in her panic she took in a breath, and immediately the overpowering chloroform smell filled her nostrils and sent a rush of dizziness to her head. Her vision began to blur, and a horrible fear gripped her. Her parents had been right. She was going to be used and dumped in a ditch. She was going to get trussed up and sold as a sex slave. She was going to be a statistic, a missing person’s report, a cautionary tale for young women travelling alone.

“It’s okay, little one,” said a deep, gentle voice. Jennifer could feel herself losing consciousness. “I’ve got you. Sleepy time now. That’s a good girl.” She slumped against the strong, unfamiliar back that was pressed up against her, and her vision faded to black.

She was vaguely aware of motion, a comforting sensation, like she was dozing in the back seat of the car during a long trip at night. Like she was a baby being rocked in her mother’s arms. Sometimes it felt like she was dreaming, at other times like she half-awake, but confused, so confused. Where was she? What was she doing? She couldn’t tell how much time was passing. Three hours? Three days? Three weeks? Then, as though she was waking up from the longest nap of her life, Jennifer became vaguely aware that she was lying on something very soft. There was light behind her closed eyelids. She shifted sleepily, and something crinkled.

Her eyes snapped open at once, as though someone had dumped cold water over her head. Memories flooded back to her. She tried to sit up, but her arms were secured at the wrists with straps that connected her to the bed, and her hands were covered with puffy mittens that locked away both her fingers and her thumbs. She looked about desperately and saw that she was lying in some kind of enormous crib, just like a baby’s. There was even a mobile dangling above her head. In fact, the whole room was decorated like an oversized nursery. Pale morning light from a high window illuminated the pink walls, the stuffed animals sitting on every shelf, the playpen, and the large, well-stocked changing table. There was even a rocking chair in the corner.

Her jaw ached, and Jennifer suddenly realised that she’d been gagged. Something plastic was in her mouth, and her chin was wet with drool. She struggled hard against her restraints, but stopped when she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. That was when she noticed what she was wearing. Above the waist, she was totally nude, and her bare breasts wobbled as she fought against the straps tying her to the bars of the crib. But below the waist, she wore a thick, white, disposable diaper. Its thickness pushed her thighs apart, and it rustled with every movement.

Jennifer felt tears stinging her eyes. She’d been kidnapped by some kind of crazy person! Her first thought was a lunatic old woman, some mad lady who’d lost her little daughter and wanted a replacement. But no, that wasn’t right. She’d been taken by a man. A strong man. Stronger than her at any rate. There’d be no overpowering him. Her best chance to get away was now, before he came to check on her. But her heart sank when she noticed a light shining from a box affixed to the top of her crib. A baby monitor.

There were footsteps in the hallway outside, and Jennifer stared at the door, wide-eyed in panic. He’d heard! A moment later, a man entered the room. He was tall and dark-haired, lean but well-built, older than Jennifer by at least a decade, but handsome nonetheless. He smiled when he saw her, and Jennifer felt a pleasant tingle in her tummy that she hated herself for.

“Hi, sweetie!” he cooed. “Look who’s up! Did you have a good sleep?”

Jennifer let out a fearful moan as he approached her crib and looked down at her over the bars, but he only reached down and undid the strap of her gag. A large pink pacifier popped out of her mouth.

“Please let me go!” she cried at once. “Please! I promise I won’t turn you in!”

He chuckled at that. “I think you’re telling a fib, little one. I think you’d go straight to the police if I let you out and sent you off with a pat on your bottom.” He brushed her hair lightly. “Besides, I’m not going to let go, little missy. You’re far too pretty to be running around on your own!” Jennifer felt another fluttering in her stomach. Get a grip, she told herself. This was no time to be feeling like a lovesick princess. This was no prince charming; this was the monster who’d locked her up in the tower. “Don’t you know how dangerous that it?” the man continued, looking down at her with a mixture of sternness and worry. “I’ve been watching you for a while, going to bars and restaurants all by yourself without any regard for your safety. If I hadn’t taken you, I’m sure some creep would have dragged you into an alleyway and done who-knows-what with you by now! This is for your own good, Jen-Jen.”

Jennifer flushed. She hadn’t been called Jen-Jen since she’d been three years old. The kidnapper had no doubt looked through her bag and found her ID. “You’re crazy!” she said. “And don’t call me that!”

“Don’t call you Jen-Jen?” the man asked, cocking his head and grinning. “But why not? It’s the perfect name for a cute baby girl like you.”

“I’m not a baby!” Jennifer yelled. “You’re out of your mind! I’m a grown fucking woman and you can’t do this to me!”

“Jen-Jen,” the man said warningly, his smile fading so suddenly it made a chill run down Jennifer’s spine. “If you keep saying naughty words, I’m going to put your paci right back between your lips. I may even wash your mouth out with soap before I do it.”

Jennifer whimpered involuntarily. “Please let me go!” she begged again. “At least let me out of this stupid crib! I… I have to pee!” That was true; her bladder was beginning to ache.

The man smiled again. “That’s what your nappy’s for, silly girl! If you need to go pee-pee, just go in your Pampers. The potty is a thing of the past for you now.”

“No!” Jennifer shrieked in disgust.

“Oh? Do you think that’s out of the question? Let me tell you something, sweetie,” the man said, tickling her under the chin. “By the time you’re fully settled in, I’ll have trained you to behave just like a toddler! And that includes using your pants as a potty. You’ll be toddling up to me with your nappy sagging down to your knees, telling me you went wee-wee with a great big grin on your face.”

“That’s not going to happen!” Jennifer yelled.

“Awww, does Daddy have a grumpy baby on his hands?” the man crooned. “A grumpy baby who thinks she’s too big for nappies. But I know what can help… Have you ever met the tickle monster?” His hands leapt to her sides at once, tickling her bare skin and making her shriek with laughter while she squirmed and pulled against her restraints as hard as she could, sending her breasts jiggling about madly on her chest.

You’re not my Daddy, she tried to say. But all she could do was giggle and gasp as he tickled her mercilessly. I’m an adult woman, she wanted to say. I’m not a baby. But the tickling was too much for her bladder, and Jennifer could only sob in between her squeals as a warm rush of pee flooded the thick padding between her legs. “Nooo!” she wailed, as her nappy got soggier and soggier, hating the stupid grin the tickling had forced onto her face, and the way it made her cries sound silly and playful. “No! No! No!” she laughed.

At last his tickling stopped, and his hand probed the now sodden diaper around her crotch. He wore a satisfied smile on his face.

“You can’t do this!” Jennifer cried. She was panting hard and her face was streaked with tears, but she was still fighting desperately against her cuffs. “I have a job! A boyfriend! I have a whole life!”

“Silly baby,” the man chuckled. “You don’t need to have a job. It’s all playtime for you now! And you don’t need a boyfriend either, missy. What you need is a Daddy. Someone to feed you and bathe you and change your stinky diapers. This is your life now, sweetheart.” He reached down and stroked her cheek softly with the back of his fingers. “Back to babyhood for little Jen-Jen! But I can tell you’re still feeling a bit fussy, so I think I’ll let you nap for another hour before letting you up.”

“HELP!” Jennifer shouted, as loudly as she could. “HELP, PLEASE! HEL-” The man cut her off, forcing the pacifier gag back into her mouth and, with a parting kiss on her forehead, and a warm smile, he turned around and left the nursery, leaving Jennifer to struggle in her crib in her soaking wet nappy, and scream behind her pacifier.