Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. “Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is.” Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. “Most of them are my friends. We’ve been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for… fun.” She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. “The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the… fun… and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle.”

She continued. “Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you’ll be part of our group. Remember, if you don’t like it, just say so,” she laughed.

With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She’d agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out.

Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. “This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end,” she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn’t move.

Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity.

Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. “Now now little one, don’t worry at all,” she said soothingly. “Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better.” With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie’s head, and hit a button.

 

Finger’s snapped. Mommy was standing in front of her. Wait… Mommy? she thought. It was Samantha. She was taking off the strait jacket. Wait… she was stripping her naked in front of all these people!? Rosie was horrified. However, when she went to stop it, nothing happened. Her arms didn’t move. She wanted to, but she didn’t. Soon she was naked except for her bootie and the diaper, and she didn’t mind. At the same time, the pacifier was unhooked, but Rosie kept suckling.

“Come here little one. Crawl!” Rosie crawled toward her mommy. Why was she crawling? She could walk… but somehow she didn’t want to. Crawling was for babies, and she was a baby. Of course she wanted to crawl. She also realized that now that the straight jacket was gone, she could easily take the diaper off, spit the pacifier out, and say no, but she didn’t want to. She heard the laughter around her, directed at her. Strangers, people she knew, dozens of them, laughing. Why was she humiliating herself? But while part of her protested, screamed at her to stop, she couldn’t make herself. She pouted, almost in tears from the humiliation, but kept crawling.

“Good baby,” her mommy said. The words filled her with warmth, making her happier then she had been for a long time. She took the Rosie’s hands. “Up up up!” Rosie stood up instinctively. “Do you want to speak?”

Rosie tried to say something, but the pacifier stopped her. She could spit it out, she realized, she wasn’t a baby. But at the same time, she didn’t want to.

Samantha smiled as if she had won an important bet. “Good baby,” she said. She grabbed the pacifier and took it out. “Now, what are you?”

“I… I a baby giwl,” Rosie said, as surprised at her own childish, lisping voice as she was at the answer. Why would she say that? She wanted to, she realized. She didn’t want to be an adult. She blushed at the chorus of laughter.

“Good baby. Do you want to be an adult.”

“Nuuu…” more laughter.

People were moving around her, pulling a dress over her head. Like the straight jacket, it was pink, childish and frilly, designed as a cross between a princess and a Lolita dress, with hearts and flowers decorating it. The skirt was short, and like before, did nothing to conceal her diaper. This time, however, she didn’t mind. It was natural, she thought, how else would they check it? Wait… CHECK IT!? she thought. FOR WHAT!? But of course they would… her mind went back and forth, and she did nothing.

Rosie pulled her by the hand into a bathroom. The crowed followed them, giggling. Rosie looked around at the sink, bathtub, towels and…. something. A strange white thing, shaped like a seat. “Do you know what that is for?”

“No,” Rosie said, getting the loudest laughter yet. But of course she did! It was a… she didn’t want to even think the word. It was frightening to her, dangerous.

“Do you know how to use the potty?”

“Whas dat?” Rosie asked. Again, she knew she knew, but she didn’t want to, and the thought was frightening.

“Good baby.” The warmth and happiness again. “Now, I am going to feed you your supper. Its a bottle of baby mush and milk, and it will help you fill your pampers like a little baby. Ok?”

Rosie nodded. Something about that was wrong… was it about filling her pampers? But that was what they were for, wasn’t it? Part of her screamed no, but she couldn’t think of why.

She was pulled back into the living room and sat on her mommy’s lap. She put the tip of a bottle in Rosie’s mouth, and she suckled easily.

“Good baby. Now remember, this will make you use your pampers. There is no way the old Rosie would want that, especially in front of all these people. So, if you don’t want that, stop drinking.” Rosie looked at her confused and kept drinking, and they all laughed. “Yes, old Rosie was confused, because she thought she was a big girl. You’re not a big girl, are you?” Rosie shook her head, though she was in near tears from it. Of course she was! She was an adult, she thought, not a baby, and this was wrong. But she kept doing it.

After feeding her the bottle, Samantha pulled Rosie closer. “Now,” she said. “Is baby still hungry?”
Rosie shook her head.

“Well, we have more bottle, and people who want to feed you. Also, the more you’re feed, the sooner you are going to fill your diapers. So, we are going to pass you around, and you will keep drinking until you we are done, ok? You’ll do what mommy says? You don’t want to be a bad baby?”

She put emphasis on the last phrase. As soon as she heard it, Rosie was filled with the deepest guilt and anxiety she had ever felt. It came up suddenly, and left her shaking. There was something wrong, and she didn’t blame her mommy, but blamed herself. She hugged her mommy. At that moment she’d do anything to avoid the feeling and make her mommy happy.

“Good baby,” Mommy said, and the feeling was gone. “Now, time for the rest of your num nums.” She pulled Rosie to the next person, a woman, and sat her down on her lap. The woman placed a bottle in her mouth, and she suckled instinctivly. she was passed around from person to person. Each one sat her on their laps, bouncing her up and down and feeding her more and more bottles. Rosie was stuffed, but she kept drinking. Her stomach began to ache, then cramp. The bouncing only made it worse, and her stomach was soon grumbling.

After a while she was being fed and bounced by a man in a suit when she heard a loud brrraapppttt noise. She looked down at her diaper. There was laughter all around her.

“Oh my god, the babies gassy!” someone shouted, and they laughed again.

“Better check her diapers, just to make sure that’s all there is,” the man in the suit said. He bent her over and lifted her skirt, pulled the back of her diaper. “No, all clean.”

Rosie didn’t know what was worse, the fact that a stranger was seeing inside her undergarments, that he was doing it to check if she had messed those same undergarments, or that the sound came again and again. She found she was powerless to stop any of it.

“Yes, but now comes the best part,” Samantha said. She took Rosie by the hands then stood her up. She looked her dead in the eyes, and Rosie was trapped by her gaze. “Rosie,” she said, snapping her fingers. “You’re a big girl now.”

Rosie looked around in panic. What had she done!? What was she wearing?! She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run.

“Please… please stop,” Rosie pleased.

“You can go if you want Rosie. Its all up to you.”

She had been hypnotized, she realized. She knew hypnotism was something you had to want to work, and if she rejected it, it wouldn’t have worked. But… did she want to reject it? It was all she had wanted, after all. It was what she had come for. This was what she dreamed about and talked about online, but was too afraid to do. It was humiliating, mortifying, and terrifying, but even when she wasn’t hypnotized she couldn’t make herself run. Maybe she had accepted it all. Or was this all some trick? Either way, she remained.

“That is what I thought. Good baby.” Even when no longer thinking like a baby, the words filled her with a sudden happiness. Samantha noticed. “Like that? Thought so. Oh, and watch this. BAD BABY!” She scolded.

Instantly Rosie shrinked back at the words. She whimpered, almost sobbing, knelt and hugged Samantha’s knees, inwardly pleading for her approval. How could she feel this, even as an ‘adult?” Since when did she want someone else’s approval? But this was submission, Rosie realized. It was an extreme version of it, and not in the way she had thought, but it was submission. She had wanted it, and she got it.

“It’s ok little Rosie, you’re a good baby,” the feeling was gone, and Rosie sighed. “Now, Rosie,” Samantha said. Rosie found she was still trapped by her voice and gaze. “Do you want to mess yourself?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Do you want to fill your diapers in front of all these people?”

“NO! Oh god please no! Don’t make me!” Rosie felt her stomach grumbling from being force fed dozens of bottles. She was cramping hard, and needed release. “Please let me use the toilet… please… I’ll do anything. ANd please don’t make me do it in front of these people.”

Samantha laughed. “Silly baby. You think you can argue, don’t you? But you know what? You are going to fill your diapers. You are going to do it happily and in front of allllll these people as they laugh and take pictures. You are going to lift your skirt and show off when you do it. You are going to grunt and do it loudly, parade around in your stinky pampers, then get changed as they watch.”

“NO! Please! Anyhting but that. At least give me privacy… I’ll do it, but just with you, ok?” She bargained.

“Yes you will, and in front of everyone. And you know why?”

Rosie shook her head.

Samantha held up her hands. “Because I’m going to snap these fingers and you will be powerless to stop it. You will helplessly fill your pampers and will do whatever your mommy says. Then I will turn you back into an adult to feel the humiliation, and back and forth whenever I want, wherever I want, forever. Got it?”

“No pl…”

Samantha snapped her fingers. “Rosie… You’re a baby now.”

Rosie smiled at her mommy and giggled. A sound came from her diaper, and she laughed.

“Now, is the little baby gonna fill her diapers?”

“I dunno mommy,” Rosie said incredulously. How could she decide something that important?

“Yes you are, then you are going to become a big girl again so you can blush while we laugh.” Rosie was puzzled by the strange sentence. A big girl? What did that mean? She was a baby. “Now, fill your diaper for mommy.”

Rosie grunted. There was a noise like before, but louder. She felt a warm pile of mush come into her diapers and coat her. All around her were gasps of laughter and mocking ewws. She crinkled her face. “Is icky mommy!” she said.

What had she done? Why was she still talking like that? She tried to stop herself, but couldn’t.

“I bet it is baby.”

“An is tinky!”

Mommy laughed and plugged her nose. “Yes, very stinky. Now, undo your onesie and show everyone.”

Rosie instinctively obeyed. There was more laughter and comments she could barely make out over the collective noise.

“Good baby. Now shake it around!”

Rosie stuck her bottom out further and wiggled it, feeling the mesh slosh over her, and hearing more ewws and gasps for breath. A window was opened, a fact which barely registered in her mind.

“Dance for me baby.”

Rosie, still wanting to make her mommy happy, did her best to imitate a ballet routine. She had never done one before, and the thickness of the diaper made every movement awkward and difficult, but she twirled around and kicked her legs as much as she could. This seemed to be enough, as the audience laughed and clapped their approval.

“Now, come here.” Rosie followed helplessly as her mommy, who once again pulled her onto her lap and bounced her. This time, however, the messy diaper made it much worse.

The feeling was horrible, it itche horribly, and the smell and laughter was worse. When Mommy was done, she passed Rosie to the next person, who continued to bounce her. Like before, Rosie was passed from lap to lap and bounced like a baby, squirming, squinting, and crinkling her nose the entire time. She endured the laughter, the humiliating pats and comments, and outwardly acted as if she loved it.

Finally Samantha picked her up again and snapped her fingers. “Rosie, you’re a big girl now. Wasn’t that fun?”

Rosie felt tears in her eyes. “No, please, just… just change me, please. I want out of this diaper.” She was broken, she realized. All the pride and strength she had coming into this was gone. She wasn’t even certain at first if she would submit, but there she was, standing, spanked, in a onesie and messy pampers, and willing to do anything for a change.

“Oh, I will. How would you like to be changed here in front of everyone?”

Rosie almost outright cried. “No…” she whispered.

“Here’s whats going to happen. I’m going to bring back baby Rosie, and she is going to happily lay down on a changing mat in the hallway as we tie her down. Then I’m going to bring big girl Rosie back, and she will very un-happily get her diaper changed in front of everyone. Got it?”

Rosie couldn’t even speak as the fingers were once again snapped, and baby her was lead into the hallway. Her onesie was lifted up, and she lay down, smiling, laughing, willing.

Mommy held up a pair of cuffs. “Put your hands in here baby girl!”

Rosie obeyed.

“Good baby! Now put your feet in here! That way we can bring back big girl Rosie and she won’t be able to stop us from changing her riiiiii-ight here, no matter how much she wants to.”

The words rolled around in her mind. She knew what was going to happen. This was all a set up to humiliate her and make her do something she wouldn’t otherwise. As soon as Mommy snapped her fingers, she knew she wouldn’t like this anymore. However, at the time, all she wanted was to please her mommy, so she obeyed. Soon she was then tied with her arms stretched out on the floor and her feet in the air. She giggled at the funny position.

SNAP. “Rosie, you’re a big girl now.”

Rosie struggled, sobbed, and squirmed. A pacifier was pushed into her mouth and she suckled. She could call for help, she realized. This was an apartment building, someone would come. But then… what would they see? A bunch of fetishists, with her in a diaper she clearly messed herself? She cringed at the thought. Then, if the called the police, there may be an investigation, reporters… she pictured herself on the news, having an image of herself in a messy diaper paired with a full explanation of what she had come from being shown all over town. She everyone from family to total strangers knowing her as the diaper girl who got tricked…. she couldn’t do it.

Also… did she really want to? The hypnosis couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want, just bring out things she didn’t admit she wanted. This was, in a way, her dream, if rougher and more rushed then she expected. She suckled her pacifier for comfort, willingly this time, closed her eyes, and tried to think of something other then the laughter.

She felt her diaper get opened. Wipes from hands all around her cleaned up the mess. The baby wipes were cool, and made her shudder. Soon she was powdered again, the smell of talcum replacing the smell of her used padding. Another diaper was put between her leg and tapped on, this time followed by thick plastic pants. She was untied, and stood up.

“Now,” Samantha said, raising her fingers. “Do I need to do this again, or will you be good?”

Rosie pouted. “I’ll be good.”

“Good. Turn around, apologize for your stinky pampers, and thank them for changing you.”

Rosie blushed and pleaded with her eyes, but obeyed. “Hello everyone. Ummm… I’m sorry for being so stinky… Thank you for changing my diapers.”

The all laughed and clapped.

“Good baby. It’s been a long day for you, so its time for bed.” Rosie nodded, accepting that the early bedtime was now part of her life. “Lets get you in your pjs.”

Rosie didn’t resist as she was stripped and put into a footed Disney Princess sleeper and had another pacifier put in her mouth. She didn’t want to risk resisting, and having strangers dress her as a baby was far from the worse thing that had happened. She looked down at the footed pjs. She always had liked Disney.

Samantha saw her looking at it. She cupped Rosie’s face soothingly. “Yes, I thought you’d like that. This isn’t all going to be bad sweetheart. It is, after all, what you wanted. If, in the morning, you really want to go and not come back, you can. But I don’t think you will, do you?”

Rosie just stared at her.

Samantha smiled. “Good baby. Now, go kiss everyone goodnight.”

Rosie looked at her, but saw no signs of joking. Reluctantly, and much to the amusement of all around, she went to the first man she saw. She kissed his cheek. “Goodnight,” she said. He laughed and patted her diaper. She went to the next person, repeated the routine until she had done a complete loop of the room, getting her padded bum patted and rubbed the entire time.

When Rosie was done, Samantha took her hand and lead her down the hallway. Samantha then led her into a separate room. It was dark inside, but Rosie could make out piles of toys, a changing table, and a large, wooden crib. There was a smiling cloud and a rainbow painted on the wall, and a mobile hanging from the roof. It was a nursery, Rosie knew. Samantha lead her toward the crib. Rosie followed without the hypnosis, without the leash, without a threat of spanking. All willingness to argue was gone. She crawled into the crib. Samantha closed the top of it, turning it into a cage. Suprised, Rosie pushed at the top.

“Hey! If you break that, I break you!” Rosie stopped. “You may recognize this as something like your own scenarios, back when you thought you were a dom. Someone in the crowed tipped me off about it, and I couldn’t help but play it. We can’t have little ones crawling around all night, can we?”

“But what if I have to… oh…” Rosie looked down at her diaper, blushing at having answered her own question so obviously.

“But I wouldn’t have you be lonely…” She threw a brown teddy bear inside the crib. Rosie, genuinely shaking and not wanting to be alone, picked up. She hugged it, and felt something hard inside. It was a recorder, she realized. “Now, be a good baby girl! Ill be listening.”

Rosie lay down. She really would be a good girl for her mommy, she knew. She’d do whatever she wanted from then on. She slowly fell asleep.