Educational Programming

Chloe stared at the screen, unable to tear her eyes away. She knew it was just some stupid kid’s show, but for some reason she really, really wanted to keep watching. When her boyfriend had guided her over to the sofa and turned on a dumb, live-action baby program, apparently expecting her to be entertained by it, she’d almost exploded at him. But a couple of seconds of the pretty, brightly coloured show were enough to settle her down.

It wasn’t like all kid’s shows were stupid after all. Even adults could enjoy some of them. And wouldn’t it be nice to turn her brain off for a little while? Wouldn’t it be relaxing? Life had been stressful lately after all, ever since her boyfriend had found out she’d been texting that other guy.

A young woman bounded onto the screen. She looked to be around Chloe’s age, wearing jeans and a stylish top. If it wasn’t for the high pigtails on either side of her head, she might have looked mature.

“Hiya everyone!” she said enthusiastically, using the exaggeratedly excited voice that nursery-school teachers often used. “Are you ready to learn about being a good girl?”

Chloe watched with her mouth slightly open. A good girl. That sounded nice. Didn’t it? Didn’t she want to be a good girl?

Behind the woman on the screen, strange lights and patterns spun around, and there was a pleasant, tinkling music that jingled faintly in the back of Chloe’s mind.

“That’s great!” the young woman said, smiling brightly. “First things first, you’ve gotta dress like a good girl.” She pulled a face. “My boyfriend says grown-up clothes are icky. They’re not for little girls like us.”

Something felt a little bit off about that, but Chloe couldn’t figure out what it was. She was too busy focusing on the girl on screen, and the pretty lights and sounds in the background.

“We’d better let our Daddies take them off,” she continued, as a tall man walked onto the screen next to her, his head cut off by the height of the camera.

Chloe became aware that her own boyfriend was kneeling down next to her, undoing the buttons of her jeans and sliding them down her legs.

The man on the television was doing the same, taking off his girlfriend’s trousers, lifting her shirt up over her head, even sliding her underwear down to her ankles and unclasping her bra, until she was totally nude on screen, bare-titted with her pussy on display for all to see.

Something was gnawing at the back of Chloe’s mind. Was it okay for her to be naked like that? Wasn’t that naughty?

“These have to go in the bin,” the girl said a little sadly, holding up her clothes after her boyfriend handed them to her. She looked mournfully at the skinny jeans and tight top for a moment before dropping them into a trash can that had appeared next to her. “But don’t worry!” she chirped, her smile returning. “Your Daddy will get you lots of new clothes!”

Something gnawed at Chloe’s mind again. Was Daddy throwing away her clothes? She like her jeans. She looked cute in them. But the pretty colours and the sweet music and the girl on the screen’s happy voice were enough to drown out her concerns. She was learning how to be a good girl. She had to do as she was told.

The girl’s Daddy was sliding a pair of thigh-high socks up her legs, and Chloe realised her own Daddy was doing the same thing. She wanted to look at him, but the show was just so captivating.

Then the man on the screen pulled out a large, disposable adult diaper. Chloe felt a thrill of horror. Nappies? The girl on the screen stood still obediently, her legs apart, while her Daddy pulled the thick, bulky diaper up between her legs and taped it around her waist. Why was she wearing nappies? That wasn’t right!

“Be a good girl,” said the young woman on the screen, smiling at the camera, and Chloe felt herself relax. She had to be good. She had to learn how to be a good girl.

She heard crinkling, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Daddy holding something large and white and puffy. He lifted her legs into the air and slipped it under her bottom, and when he lowered her back down, Chloe felt her tushy resting on something soft and fluffy. Then Daddy got to work at her waist, taping her nappy up, sealing her womanhood behind a layer of thick padding.

The sweet music continued to tinkle in Chloe’s ears, and the pretty lines shone and swirled behind the characters on the screen. She had to be a good girl, and good girls wore nappies.

Once the tall man had finished diapering the girl on the screen, he stepped back, his work complete. The young woman blushed. She was standing there in nothing but her nappy and her socks.

“I feel really silly,” she confided, looking embarrassed. “But that’s okay. Girls are supposed to be silly. Silly little babies.” She stuck out her tongue and went cross-eyed, as if to prove it. Then she giggled, and Chloe felt a giggle bubbling up from her throat as well. A happy, gurgling giggle. She was a silly girl. Silly baby.

Suddenly, the young woman on the screen gasped and looked down at her diaper. Chloe looked down at it too. The front was darkening, yellowing, and it was starting to sag lower and lower between the girl’s legs.

“Uh-oh!” she said, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ of surprise. “I’m going pee-pee!” The colours behind her pulsed even more brightly. “But that’s okay. Stupid little girls like us aren’t potty trained. We just go in our pants the moment we feel the urge!”

Chloe stared at the screen, her eyes glazed, her mouth slightly open. Without thinking about it, without even realising what she was doing, Chloe started peeing in her nappy as well.

“No more toilets for us!” the girl announced, and Chloe found herself nodding along in agreement as warmth spread across her crotch, drenching the thirsty padding. No more toilets. Those were for big girls. Dumb babies like her wet their diapers instead.

The tall man stepped forward and slipped a finger into the leg-band of the girl’s nappy, probing the sodden padding between her legs for a few moments before withdrawing his finger and ruffling her hair affectionately. Chloe felt her Daddy do the same thing to her. Checking her nappy. Checking for wee-wees.

The girl beamed up at her Daddy, clearly totally infatuated, and then she turned back to the camera. “Just because you’ve had your nappy checked, it doesn’t mean you’ll get a change straight away.” She shifted from foot to foot, looking down at the sopping wet diaper dangling between her legs. Then she looked up again, sticking out her bottom lip petulantly. “I don’t normally get a change until I’ve done a stinky,” she pouted. “It’s so yucky being in a wet nappy, but it’s what stupid little girls like us deserve.”

Chloe nodded again. Being in a pissy nappy was just something she’d have to get used to. She shifted on the sofa a little, causing her yucky wet diaper to squish horribly between her legs. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she didn’t take her eyes of the screen. It was what she deserved. Stupid little girl.

“Well, that’s all we have time for today!” said the girl happily. The tall man started tickling her sides and she squealed with laughter. “Bye-bye for now!” she gasped between giggles. “And remember to be a good little girl! I’ll see you next time!”

The screen went dark, and Chloe saw herself reflected in it, bare-breasted, dressed in nothing but her thigh-high socks and a clearly soaked nappy. She blinked and looked up at her boyfriend. Her Daddy.

“I’m sowwy, Daddy!” she whimpered tearfully. “Sowwy for being naughty.” She knew what she’d done. She’d tried to cheat on him. She’d been a very bad baby.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You know what you are now, don’t you?”

“I'm a thtupid wittle giwl!” Chloe lisped fiercely.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself that this was wrong, that her boyfriend had tricked her, hypnotised her into being some dumb baby-woman out of revenge for trying to cheat on him, but it didn’t matter. Her new self was in control now, and her old identity could do nothing but watch. I’m such a stupid baby, Chloe thought. I can’t believe I ever thought I was too good for Daddy. I’m gonna be his silly little girl, incontinent and chaste, forever and ever. It’s what I deserve. I love my Daddy so much!