As Pam sang,
Sylvia could almost feel her gentle hands running across her brain,
scrubbing away all her anxieties and fears.
She felt lighter and freer than she ever had before.
She felt truly clean.
The world melted together,
and time became meaningless.
She was dimly aware of wonderful sweetness in her mouth,
and then a marvelous fullness in her stomach.
Soon, she was drifting off to sleep in her maid’s strong arms.
When Sylvia’s eyes fluttered open,
she wondered for a moment where she was.
After looking around herself for while,
she realized that she was in her bedroom.
Somehow, even though she knew that, the idea held no immediacy to her.
All her memories felt dim and washed out.
She remembered her maid, Pam.
She remembered that she had felt very afraid of Pam the night before.
She didn’t feel afraid now, though.
She felt…happy.
She pulled the covers off herself.
She was dressed in a set light-blue fleece footie pajamas.
She didn’t remember owning anything like it,
nor did she remember putting it on.
She rubbed her legs together,
feeling the soft,
fluffy material rub against her skin.
She giggled.
She couldn’t quite get her legs together because of the thick bulk around her crotch.
She was wearing diapers.
She laughed as that thought echoed around her mind.
She couldn’t recall wearing diapers before now.
She hadn’t been wearing them the day before,
had she?
She wasn’t sure.
They definitely felt good, though.
Something about having her butt encased in thick,
soft,
smooth plastic felt wonderful.
Even just the word “diaper” made her feel good for some reason.
She bounced up and down on her padded butt,
giggling and whispering to herself.
“Hee hee! Diaper!
Ha ha heh! Diaper!
I’m wearing a diaper!
Ha! I’m in diapers!”
She couldn’t remember feeling so happy.
Or feeling anything for that matter.
Everything felt new to her.
The door opened, and Pam walked in, beaming happily.
“Good Morning, Mistress! How are you feeling?”
“Pam! I feel great!
How are you?” she asked, still excitedly bouncing on her butt.
“I’m doing wonderful, Mistress.
Any day when I get to serve you is a great day!” said Pam.
“Yay!” cheered Sylvia, clapping her hands in glee.
Then a thought occurred to her.
“Um, Pam? Do you know why I’m wearing diapers?” she asked.
“Oh, you mean your nappies? Of course, Mistress!” said Pam, climbing onto the bed with her Mistress.
“There are two reasons really
. Do you know how many two is?”
Sylvia eagerly held up two fingers.
“Very good!” said Pam, pinching one of Sylvia’s finger and wiggling it around.
“First, it’s because you can’t control yourself.
You wet the bed yesterday, and you peed in your pants twice.
It’s obvious you’ll just make a mess everywhere unless I keep your butt in nappies.”
Sylvia giggled.
That made sense.
When she thought about it, it was obvious that she needed diapers.
“The other reason…” said Pam, wiggling Sylvia’s other finger.
“…is that you’re a big baby.”
Sylvia giggled at that.
She wasn’t sure what a big baby was,
but she was sure she was one.
It just felt right.
“You see, Mistress, most babies stop being babies and then turn into big people.
They have to give up their nappies,
and then they become smarter,
and tougher,
and take on all kinds of new responsibilities.
You’re different, though.
You’re becoming fatter,
and lazier,
and dumber, every day.
You can’t handle any responsibilities.
And why would you ever want to?
You have me, your faithful servant, to take care of everything.
All you have to do now is sit on your fat, padded rear and be the big baby you were always meant to be.
Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Sylvia felt the smooth backing of her diaper through the fleece PJs.
It felt really good.
Everything her maid was saying made perfect sense.
She loved being a big baby.
She couldn’t imagine wanting to be anything else.
“Of course it does, Mistress. But we’re not done yet.
There are still a few things you need to learn before you can become the biggest baby you can be.”
“Yay! Tell me, Pam!
Tell me,
tell me!” cheered the middle-aged woman.
“Well, we’re going to have to get you fatter.
You’ve gained some weight in the last couple of days,
but now we need to get serious about it.
You’re going to be a tubby little balloon by the time I’m done with you.
You’ll be so fat, you won’t even be able to crawl anymore, let alone walk!
You’ll look so cute, lying all day in your nappies, completely helpless.
But don’t worry,
I’ll always be here to feed you, and bathe you, and change your stinky nappies for you.”
Sylvia grabbed the roll of flab that now encircled her stomach and squealed with joy as Pam spoke.
“Hee hee! I’m gonna be so fat!” she giggled.
“That’s right.
You’re also going to be very stupid, Mistress.
An airhead,
a ditz,
a dum-dum.
Any time you feel like thinking about something,
or remembering anything,
it’ll be like I’m in your head, scrubbing it away and making everything tidy in there.
Don’t worry, though.
You’ll still be able to think about really important things,
like cartoons,
rainbows,
kittens, and stinky nappies!”
Sylvia grinned,
thinking about how much of a dumbass she would soon be.
The thinking was so much work.
She was glad she didn’t have to do it anymore.
“You’ll love being a big baby, Mistress.
Babies get to do all kinds of fun things that big people aren’t allowed to do.
For example, did you know that you’re allowed to suck your thumb,
as much as you want now?”
Sylvia shook her head.
Pam patted her diapered rear affectionately.
“I’ll help you, Mistress. Here we go!”
“This is the way we suck our thumb,
suck our thumb,
suck our thumb!
This is the way we suck our thumb,
can’t hear your stupid voice!
A tasty thumb keeps you docile and dumb, plus you have no choice!”
Sylvia felt her maid’s beautiful voice slip into her brain through her ears.
She felt an itch in her thumb, and she immediately knew where it belonged.
Soon, she was sucking away at her thumb like a pro.
She felt a wave of blissful relaxation wash over her as she suckled rhythmically.
“Very good, Mistress! So adorable.
Now, let’s talk about the most fun thing of all.
You won’t just be a fat baby, or a stupid baby, or even a lazy baby.
You’re going to be…a poopy baby!”
Sylvia grinned around her thumb.
She wasn’t sure what Pam was talking about, but it sounded awesome.
Soon, another wonderful song was flowing into what was left of her mind.
“This is the way you poop your pants,
poop your pants, poop your pants!
This is the way you poop your pants,
oh what a silly thing!
Mistress loves to make a mess, for her maid to clean!”
As the song ended, the squelching sounds began.
Sylvia felt herself bend forward and push,
and she was rewarded with the feeling of thick, sticky poo filling the seat of her diaper.
She giggled and began mashing the gooey mess around with glee. She decided that she loved being a poopy baby.
Pam carried her downstairs in her pajamas and dirty diaper.
Pam informed Sylvia that she would wait until after breakfast to change her since she needed to get used to being poopy.
Sylvia lisped her agreement from behind her thumb.
Breakfast that day was simple:
Just a large ba-ba of whipping cream and a dozen sticks of butter.
Sylvia loved it, despite having to pull her thumb out of her mouth to eat.
Afterward, Pam cleared the kitchen table and laid a changing mat across it,
promising Sylvia that she would soon be purchasing a proper changing table.
Sylvia lay in utter on the table as her PJs were pulled off,
her diaper opened,
and her flabby butt wiped clean,
rubbed with mint-scented baby-oil, powdered,
and sealed into a new diaper,
all while a cheerful song filled the air.
“This is the way we wipe your butt,
wipe your butt, wipe your butt.
This is the way we wipe your butt,
a kind and noble deed!
You’re fat and spoiled, powdered and oiled, a nappy is what you need!”