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.
