Jen attempted to struggle, but was only able to slightly flail her arms and legs, as she let out a cry, with tears streaming down her face. She would do anything but this, why would Kate make her do this. Kate was always so nice to her, she tried to yell, but it only came out as a louder wail. Jen was unable to follow exactly what was going on, due to her blurred vision.
Kate had never expected Jen to be so resistant to the diaper she was trying to put on her. She felt that it would be fun. Kate quickly grabbed both of Jen’s ankles and held them together, while she pulled them up, effectively lifting Jen’s butt as well. She slowly slid the diaper under Jen and carefully lowered her legs back down, all through sobs and wails from Jen. She carefully lifted the front part of the diaper between Jen’s legs, and pulled up the adhesive tabs. She had trapped Jen in the diaper.
Jen couldn’t believe what was going on. She had just been put into a diaper. She had never wet herself… At least, not when she was sober. She had finally realized that there was nothing she could do, however, and just decided to calm down a bit. Kate slowly picked up Jen and began cradling her and rocking her, just like a baby. Kate was telling Jen how good she was for being a good baby and letting her put the diaper on her cute little bottom. Kate was telling her how she was going to get a special present for lunch today too. Kate then proceeded to lay her diapered, but otherwise naked baby on her back, while she walked into the closet and pulled out a onesie. She walked over to Jen and lifted her arms through the bottom of the onesie, while she slid it down over her head. She then pulled her head through the hole at the top, and snapped the buttons in the crotch. Kate then walked over to the dresser, and pulled out what Jen saw, only as a pastel pink blur, much like the walls. Kate pulled the pants up over the baby’s legs, and positioned them right on her hips. Jen looked up at, what she believed to be, Kate’s face and proceeded to babble. Kate said, ”I know, baby, I know. I have cuter clothes for you that I’ll be giving to you in a bit. I didn’t think I should give my widdle baby wumpykins anyting that she’d get aww dirty, when I give her breakfast!”
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Part 2
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Jen attempted to liberate herself from Kate’s hold by moving, but she only squirmed around a little bit, still lacking muscular control. Kate was carrying Jen. She was taking Jen to the kitchen so she could feed her some food, since she had just realized that Jen hadn’t eaten since they had left.
Kate looked at Jen as she carried her, and bounced her up and down a few times. Jen giggled immensely, which was nothing but the opposite of what was going on inside her head. She was panicking. She had realized that she was unable to comprehend what she was seeing, unable to speak, unable to control her body, and apparently, also unable to fully control her mind. It was as though she was being controlled by impulse, forced to do things by her subconscious.
Kate entered the kitchen with Jen, and put Jen into an oversized high-chair that she had asked Jen’s aunt to buy before they had moved. Jen felt herself being restrained in the chair, but just pouted, as she realized that there was nothing she could do to control herself. All of the sudden Jen cried. Kate suddenly moved over by her. Jen realized that instant that this was how she could communicate. She could escape if she could just cry enough. So she cried louder, and louder.
Kate walked over to Jen and made coos and sweet noises at Jen to calm her down while she prepared a bottle and got some baby food out from the cabinet. Jen stopped crying, as Kate noticed her looking at her chest. She realized then, that she should mentally regress Jen as far back as she could. So she scrapped the idea of giving her a bottle and mushy icky food, and undid the high chair. She lifted Jen out of the chair slowly, so as not to upset her any more, and carried her to the living room, as she softly hummed a song. Jen was enthralled with Kate, she couldn’t stop thinking about her, how nice she was, how much Jen loved her, how sad and afraid she felt to be away from her for anymore than an instant.
As she walked over to a chair, Kate saw something on the floor but disregarded it, mentally noting to pick it up later. She sat down on a rocking chair as she laid Jen across her lap. Kate then proceeded to lower her bra, and raise her shirt. She slowly raised Jen to her chest, and closed her eyes.
Jen was confused. She wondered why she felt the way she did, and she wondered what was going on. She felt perplexed by her sudden ecstasy at being so close to Kate, and suddenly realized what was going on. She was being breast fed. She noticed herself latch onto Kate’s small, firm breast and start sucking, slowly being delivered milk by her provider. Jen noticed that she couldn’t think any complex thoughts right now. She was just feeling things. Feeling happy, feeling sad, feeling confused, but feeling content all the while. As long as she was by Kate, Jen didn’t feel as though she would ever be afraid.
Kate felt a very odd sensation. It was a very odd mix between pleasure and pain, albeit a bit more pleasure than pain. Physically it felt rather odd. Although; she felt so fulfilled emotionally. She felt like she was providing for someone who needed her, she felt like a mother, and she felt very much like she never wanted to let this girl out of her sight. Kate felt Jen stop sucking, and looked down at her, to see that she was asleep, with her mouth still resting open on Kate’s chest.
Kate carefully repositioned Jen, as she fixed her bra and shirt and proceeded to slowly lift Jen and herself up, off of the chair. She looked down at the object that she had kicked earlier, and found a pacifier. One of the movers must have dropped it out of something as they moved things in. She bent over, very slightly, to be able to reach the pacifier, and stuck it in Jen’s mouth. She stroked Jen’s soft locks as Jen began to suck on the pacifier, and turn her head in content slumber.
Kate walked to Jen’s nursery, and set her down on a diaper changing table. She carefully took the pink sweatpants off of Jen, that she had put on earlier, and proceeded to carefully put Jen inside of her crib. She lifted a pastel, multi-colored quilt over Jen, and tucked it under her. As Kate walked out of the nursery, she heard a soft mumbling behind her, she turned around, smiled, and walked out.
