I’m not a bad person. I know some would call me a bitch for what I’m about to do. Hell, I’d call myself a bitch, but I’m not doing this alone. I have to take someone with me. Even if I didn’t have to do it this way, I’d want another there anyways. I know it’s selfish, but who cares?

My name is Penny and I’m a teen baby. I like the wear diapers and act like a toddler. I’ve tried everything, slept in large crib-like beds, ate baby food, and even dressed as a baby in public on every Halloween. But this wasn’t enough. After years of frustration of getting close but not close enough to babyhood I’m prepared to do anything to get what I want.

Recently raves have come into popularity, and with them childish dress. I’ve been spending most of my nights high, and looking like a large toddler, dancing and sucking on a pacifier.

I stood out among most of the ravers. I dressed as childish as possible, I didn’t use gaudy makeup. Babies don’t wear make-up, neither did I. And the diapers, only a few of us wore them. And only I used them for their purpose. It seemed I might be the only senior with a desire to go down a notch or two in life.

I partied and enjoyed the public acts, sucking on bottles, dancing in a soaked diaper, but as things do, the parties started to change. The music wasn’t the same, and the ravers didn’t seem to like the childish clothes anymore.

Of course I still had my click and they still dressed down along with me, but over the past few weeks the girls I hung out with have started to stop appearing at raves, or even leaving halfway through them. Earlier tonight I caught two of them talking to some fresh dealers. I didn’t catch the whole conversation, but I watched as they went outside and followed as they walked over towards a small house.

I stayed outside and waited, about 10 minutes later the dealers came back out alone and laughing, I watched as they got in a nearby car and drove off.

I made sure they weren’t coming back immediately and inched my way up to the back of the home. The door was locked when I tried it, but I could see there was an old cellar door to the left. There was a brand new padlock on it. But the wood around the hinges was dry rotted. I carefully pulled the door up and watched as the frame came up with it. I managed to flip it over and see what looked like dim light coming from inside the cellar.

I looked and was surprised to see the steps going down were cement blocks. I gently crawled down the dirty steps; the only sound was the gentle crinkling of my diaper. I was stopped by a door at the bottom, but the lock on it was backwards. Whatever was down here, they didn’t want it getting out. I turned the knob and cracked the door open. I smelled stale piss and heard a lullaby playing.

I waited a bit then silently entered the room. I could see several cribs to my right and gasped as I looked inside them. My missing ravers were lying inside, gently cooing and drooling around pacifiers and thumbs. A quick look also showed me the two that I followed here weren’t down here. But another staircase up and into the house itself drew me further forwards.

This staircase had some thick padding on it. And the door above was not locked. I opened it and found myself in a kitchen, two occupied high chairs faced away from me. My pulse quickened as I stepped closer to the girls. I could tell these were the ones I followed here. I could see they were eating something messily with their hands, and the rank smell of a messy diaper got worse the closer I got. As I was about to walk in front of them I stepped in a warm puddle. I quickly ducked under the girls and saw the one know as ‘lil pumpkin had been wearing a cloth diaper and had filled it, urine ran down her legs and dripped to the floor.

I stood up in front of the girls and was surprised at their lack of reaction. I looked at their eyes and saw no comprehension in them. They were either really high, or been turned into my fantasy. I watched as they grew more and more clumsy. They had been easily if messily been feeding themselves when I entered, but now, most of the food was dropping into their laps. One of them squealed when she managed to get food in her mouth, but it just fell back out covered in spit.

‘Lil pumpkin yawned loudly and slapped her tray with her hands. A wet rumble came from her diaper and the smell in the room grew worse. But neither girl seemed to care. I felt my own diaper grow warm and wet as I realized I had found exactly what I needed.

I frantically looked through the cabinets and chests, but found nothing that could have done this to the girls. I went back down stairs and starting looking there as well, but other than a full changing table and a stinky diaper pail there was nothing. I got ready to leave when I saw that I had missed. The cribs where actually brand new hospital beds that had full enclosures. And four of them were empty.

I was still looking when I heard footsteps upstairs and voices. I got behind the door downstairs and listened as the voices of two women grew loud.

“I don’t care, I need two more, if not WE may be the ones shitting ourselves.”

“But I can’t just go back there. I must have been seen leaving with little miss pissy pants here.”

“Those kids are so high they don’t care what’s going on. Now go get me a couple more cuties or we’re dead meat.”

That was fifteen minutes ago, I waited till they left and raced back to the party. I normally have a short skirt on over my diaper but I totally removed it when I got back. I looked at myself in a mirror and noticed my diaper was drooping from my earlier accident. I was watching for the dealer to come in while I also tried to find someone else to go with me.