Messy Baby

Eily woke up to the sensation of a cold, clammy nappy and the smell of pee. Sitting up in bed, one hand slipped down to the front of her diaper, while the other went to her mouth.

She sucked on her finger anxiously, wanting to cry at the sight of her tummy. Before her regression Eily had always made sure to hit the gym regularly to maintain her tight stomach, but weeks of baby food and creamy bottles of milk had given her a cute little belly – what the man she only knew as ‘Daddy’ liked to call her ‘baby fat’.

Without warning, she felt a sudden rush of pee into her already soaked night-time nappy. She cringed at her infantile loss of control, but it was nothing compared to what came next. She let out a loud, rumbling fart that made her grateful nobody from her former life was around to see her now. Eily barely felt it as a big, stinky mess started filling her pants. She didn’t know if she’d been drugged, or hypnotised, or even subjected to surgery without her knowledge, but even though she’d only been kidnapped for a few weeks at most, she’d lost all control over her bladder and bowels. She only prayed it wasn’t permanent. With a shiver of horror, she imagined being rescued, getting to go back to being a big girl, telling her story, only to spend the rest of her life waddling in wet and messy diapers anyway.

The 20-something woman scrunched up her face and grunted loudly as she pooped her pants like a giant baby – which was exactly what she’d been turned into. Eily had been a highly respected investigative journalist, especially for a woman so young. She’d been investigating a series of bizarre incidents happening to highly successful women across the globe; strong, independent career-women suddenly making unthinkable life choices, their personalities changing wildly, or else getting into mysterious accidents that left them permanently altered.

There had been too many for it to just be a coincidence. A former CEO dressed up in a skimpy maid’s outfit, tottering around doing the cleaning in her male rival’s mansion with a dim-witted smile on her face. A fierce, intellectual woman’s rights activist who’d gotten a pair of ridiculously large breast implants and become a pornstar in a series called Bitchy Anal Skanks. A tough, no-nonsense lawyer who’d quit her job to work at a sleazy strip club, serving drinks and giving cheap, under the table blowjobs.

And then there were the number of women who had got into accidents or suffered mysterious ‘mental breakdowns’ that had reduced their mentality to the level of little girls, toddlers, or even babies… Formerly intelligent, independent young women spending their days dressed up in ridiculous little-girl frocks, tugging on a man’s arm and whining for ice cream, or crawling around on the floor in dirty diapers.

Any now Eily was one of them. She’d got too close, discovered too much.

She heard footsteps approaching. Him. Daddy. The man who owned her. The man behind the operation – or one of them anyway – who’d decided the best way to keep her quiet was for her to suffer a little ‘mental breakdown’ of her own. A quick exposure to some kind of hypnotic program was all it had taken.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” he cooed cheerfully as he entered the room. “Did baby have a good sleep?”

“Da-da!” Eily babbled happily. She wanted to kill him, but she held out her arms instead, as if she was desperate for a hug. She couldn’t even control her body anymore. She was still fully conscious, aware of every humiliating thing that happened to her, but she was helpless to do anything about it. Her mind was locked away beneath the personality of some brainless adult toddler.

“Awww,” her Daddy gushed, pulling her into his arms and cuddling her tightly. “How can Daddy say no to such an adorable little girl? But what a stinky baby!” he said, pulling out of the hug and fanning his nose theatrically, making Eily’s baby side giggle and her adult side cringe in humiliation.

“Uh-huh!” she agreed. “’tinky baby, Da-da!”

“You certainly are, little miss.” He was still smiling pleasantly, but there was a sadistic glint in his eyes.  “But since Daddy knows how much you love squishing about in a big, messy diaper, I think we’ll wait until lunchtime to change you, okay princess?”

Eily nodded enthusiastically, even while she seethed in fury on the inside.

“Good girl!” he praised, taking her by the hand and helping her out of bed. “Now go and play with your toys, sweetheart.” He smacked her bottom firmly to send her on her way.

Smiling stupidly on the outside, and screaming inside her head, Eily toddled over to the corner of her nursery where her toys where scattered about. She looked over her shoulder to give the man who’d done this to her a vapid look of adoration before plopping down onto her butt, making her full nappy squish horribly beneath her, and starting to play with her stuffed animals.

She desperately wanted to fight, to stand up to him even if it meant punishment, but even that privilege had been taken away from her. The closest she got to rebellion now was a tantrum over her early bedtime. All she could do was act like a stupid, overgrown baby, and pray that someone would come to rescue her. She’d be waiting for a long, long time.