{
#The Special Place
###Interactive Fiction for Sissy Babies
}
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{
####Prologue
}Your mom is looking unusually bright and cheerful as you slouch into the kitchen on the day after your birthday. Your sister and step-dad are also sitting at the breakfast table, smiling and exchanging glances in a strangely conspiratorial way.
[["What's going on?" you ask, suspiciously.->whats going on]]
=|
[[Fast-forward to Choices]]"Hey little bro, hows being a full adult working out for ya? Got a *job* yet?" your sister asks.
"What's it to you, sis? And what are you even doing here anyway?" Your sister is nine years older than you, and several times smarter. She works for some kind of big new medical research laboratory in town.
"Oh I had a day off work," she says. "And I thought I'd come and show Mom and Dad what I've been working on, and give them some options for what to do with you..."
[[Me<-"What to do with *me*?!"]]
[[Dad<-"'Dad'? You mean *step* dad. He's not even been in the family a month!"]]"Yeah, thanks mom."(Set: $drink to "orange juice")
She heads to the refrigerator as [[You sit at the table.<-you sit at the table]]. "Well it's obvious you're failing at school," she says, smirking. "And the company I work for specialises in helping people with your 'talents', or *lack* of talents."
"Just hear us out," your step-dad says gruffly before you have a chance to react to the insult. "Your mom and sister only want what's best for you, and I can see the benefits too."
"Benefits to *what*?" you ask, as your mom puts a glass of $drink in front of you and you [[take a few gulps->take a sip]].(set: $drinkhistory's last to (a: $drink, 1))Your step-dad, a large and muscular guy, visibly bristles at this. You're rather scared of him but you're sick of the way your Mom has quickly made him the new 'Man of the House'.
"I've been here long enough to see you're a complete disappointment to your mother," he says with barely controlled anger. "Your mom and sister only want what's best for you, and I can see the benefits too."
"Benefits to *what*?" you ask, as your mom puts a glass of $drink in front of you and you [[take a few gulps->take a sip]].(set: $drinkhistory's last to (a: $drink, 4))"The services your Sister's company offers," your Mom says. "We've taken a look at the brochure, it's very impressive!"
Your mom points to a thick pink catalog on the breakfast table. "The things they can do!"
"What kind of services?" you say, taking another gulp of $drink. "Wharr are you even..."
You yawn.
(text-style:"blur")["... you even talking... abou..."]
You look at the glass in your hand.
(text-style:"blur")["Whass in this drin.."]
The last think you see is the $drink spilling over the table as you [[pass into oblivion->Black Out]]."Sure, milk would be good," you say.
She heads to the refrigerator as [[You sit at the table.<-you sit at the table]]. (Set: $drink to "milk")"Yeah, water, whatever," you say.
She heads to the refrigerator as [[You sit at the table.<-you sit at the table]]. (Set: $drink to "water"){
###Choices
}(set:$outfit to "a backless hospital gown")You awake from strange dream which immediately fades as you try to remember it. You're lying on a simple bed in a bare white room with a high window on one wall and two doors opposite. The only other furniture is a basic chair opposite the bed.
(link-reveal: "You sit up")[, realizing you're wearing nothing but a backless hospital gown.
[[You try the left door.]]
[[You try the right door.]] ] It doesn't even have a handle.
[[You try the right door.<-You try the right door.]] It leads to an even smaller room with a basic shower and a toilet. On seeing the toilet you realize you're quite urgently in need of a pee.
[[You take the opportunity to use the toilet.->You stand and pee in the toilet.]]
[[You sit down on the bed again.]]You hoist up the front of your hospital gown and start peeing in the toilet. Halfway through relieving yourself you hear the other door opening.(Set: $bladder to 3)
[[You force yourself to stop peeing and rush to try to catch the other door.]]
[[You finish your piss as quickly as you can.]]You sit on the bed and consider your situation. You've obviously been kidnapped, or put in some kind of hospital. Did Mom know there was something in that $drink? As you try to work things out, the door opens, and a familiar figure enters the room.
"Nice to see you up, little bro," your sister says. "How are you feeling?"
You jump up from the bed.
[[Explanation<-"Sis! What are you doing here? What am *I* doing here?"]]As you finish your piss you hear a familiar voice behind you.(Set: $bladder to 0)
"Making use of the facilities eh, little bro? Might be the last time..."
You turn and see your sister has entered the room behind you.
[[Explanation<-"Sis! What are you doing here? What am *I* doing here?"]]You reach the door just in time to see it click shut behind your sister as she walks into the room. She's wearing a lab coat and looking through some notes on a screen in her hands. She glances up at your cock which is still hanging out from your hurried trip to the toilet.
"Still letting it all hang out, eh little bro? Well, what there is of it."
[[Explanation<-"Sis! What are you doing here? What am *I* doing here?"]]"Relax little bro," she says. "I'll explain it all in good time. The first thing you need to know is you've already completed the first stage.."
(Link-reveal:"\"First stage of what?\"")[
"The first stage of your new life. This was just implanting some pretty sophisticated mind control in that little noggin of yours."
[["What the hell do you mean?"->what do you mean]]
]Your sister smirks a little "wow, it really worked well on you! We still get some people who manage a little resistance."
(Link-reveal:"\"What is this place, why am I here?\"")[
Your sister sits down in the chair opposite your bed. "I work for an... unusual kind of clinic," she says. "We were set up to use the most advanced modern surgical, psychological and technological techniques to provide a very special service. We even call ourselves *The Special Place*."
(Link-reveal:"\"What *kind* of service?\"")[
"It's simple really, we transform people."
[[Transform? Transform how? Why?"]]
] ]"We've developed some new techniques and we were looking for a guinea pig to try them on. I thought you might be the ideal candidate, and when I spoke to mom and dad about it, they agreed. Everyone thinks you'd be much better off becoming a baby girl."
[["A... *BABY GIRL??* You're crazy! You can't make me do anything!!"->The Naming]]
As you touch the screen, the pad speaks in a female computer voice.
{"Subject A chose the name $yourname."(css:"display: none")[|yourname>[$yourname]]<script>
var yourName = document.querySelector('tw-hook[name="yourname"] tw-expression').textContent;
ga("send", "event", "choice", "yourname", "yourName");
</script>}
"$yourname?" says your sister, tilting her head and looking into your eyes as she tries out the word. "Is that what you like? It's a pretty name, I guess. It suits you. (if: $yourname is not $yournickname)[We could call you $yournickname!"
"Call *me* $yournickname? I don't want to be $yournickname!"](else:)["
"What do you mean 'it suits me'? I don't want to be called $yourname!"]
"Too late now, *$yourname*. Like a lot of things that are going to happen to you, that decision was permanent. You can't change your mind."
[["This is crazy!"]]"Trust me, your life's going to get a lot more crazy than this," your sister says, smiling. "Now, let's make some more choices. You're scheduled for surgery in half an hour so we need to finish your questionnaire."
(Link-reveal:"\"Surgery?!\"")[
"Oh yes! You're going to have quite a bit of work done! The good thing is you get some choice as to what *kind* of work it is. You're going to be turned into a baby girl, but you might as well be kind of baby girl you *want* to be, right?"
[["But I don't want to be *any* kind of baby girl!"->Hair]] ]"That's what makes you an ideal test subject," your sister says. "If you wanted it, it wouldn't be very embarrassing or humiliating, would it? You're the guinea pig for a whole new type of service we're offering at The Special Place, and we want to make sure we give you the ultimate levels of treatment, so future clients can see what we can achieve. Now, let's see..."
She taps the tablet and [[hands it back to you]]."The long curvy braids that bounce as you walk!" your sister enthuses. "You'll look so cute!"
(Set:$hairstyle to "braids")
[[Continue->Next Choices]]"Ah the classic! Lots of lovely blond ringlets! I didn't take you for an old fashioned type, $yourname!"(Set:$hairstyle to "ringlets")
[[Continue->Next Choices]]"Awww! Such a classic baby girl look!" your sister says. "Cute deep bangs and little pigtails!" (Set:$hairstyle to "pigtails")
[[Continue->Next Choices]]"In that case we'll choose for you, it's no matter," your sister says. "We thought it might be *extra* humiliating for you to choose everything about how you look as a baby girl. But if you want to have one of the last choices you'll ever get to make taken away from you..."
[[You press the picture of Boo from Monsters Inc.]]
[[You press the picture of Pippi Longstocking.]]
[[You press the picture of Shirley Temple.]]
[[You hand the tablet back to your sister and cross your arms.]]Question after question appears on the screen. Each one accompanied by a selection of pictures. Choices of noses, chins, cheeks, eyebrows, even ears. Every one is always feminine and childish. You choose option after option, almost at random, not quite believing any of this is important.
You hand the tablet back.
"Good work!" your sister says looking through your choices. "You're going to look so pretty! There are a couple more questions then we're done! We need to talk about your voice, have you thought about what you want your baby girl voice to be?"
[["I don't want to have a baby girl voice!"]]She sighs, "fine! I'll choose for you."
She looks into your eyes appraisingly.
(link:"\"I think you'd look cute with pigtails,\" she says.")[(set: $hairstyle to "pigtails")(goto: "sister chooses")]
(link:"\"I think you'd look pretty with ringlets,\" she decides.")[(set: $hairstyle to "ringlets")(goto: "sister chooses")]
(link:"\"I think pretty braids would look great!\" she says.")[(set: $hairstyle to "braids")(goto: "sister chooses")]
<!--[[sister chooses]]-->"Okay, onto the final question. It's rather... delicate..."
(link-reveal:"\"How so?\"")[
"It's regarding your... *genitalia* dear brother. You can't keep that thing flopping around once you become a baby girl. There are a few options, they all have drawbacks, but it's up to you to choose."
[[You stare at your sister open-mouthed.]]
]Your sister ticks a button on the tablet. "The cage it is. I'm sure we can find one... small enough," she says, winking.(set: $groin to "caged")<script>ga("send", "event", "groin", "caged", "choice");</script>
[[You groan inwardly.->Sleep]]Your sister ticks a button on the tablet. "Oh I'm so glad you want that! It's going to look so amazing!"(set: $groin to "baby")<script>ga("send", "event", "groin", "foofoo", "choice");</script>
[[You shudder.->Sleep]]{
(if: $voice is "googoo")[
(set: _words to (count:$chat," ") + (random:-1,1))
(if: _words is < 1)[(set: _words to 1)]
(set: _babble to (a:"goooo", "googoo", "ah-ah", "a-ga", "baba", "ga-aah", "ooooo", "aaaaa", "ooo-ooo", "*brbrrbrbrbrbrr*", "goooo"))
(set: $spoken to (either: ..._babble))
(set: _babble to _babble + (a:"*(hiccup!)*","*gurgle*"))
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_words))[(set: $spoken to $spoken + " " + (either: ..._babble)) ]
(print:"[\"" + (upperfirst: $spoken + '!') + "\"]<youspeak|")
]
(else:)[
(print:"[\"" + $chat + "\"]<youspeak|")
]
}"Really? Well there's the other option; we can take away *all* recognisable speech and make you only able to goo, gurgle, coo and cry like a baby. Would you like that one instead?"
(Link-reveal:"\"No!\"")[
"You have to pick *one*, $yourname!"
(Link:"\"Fine, do the first one, it's not important.\"")[(set: $voice to "lisp")(go-to:"Last Choice")]
(Link:"\"The second one, whatever.\"")[(set: $voice to "googoo")(go-to:"Last Choice")]
(Link-reveal:"You cross your arms. \"I'm not playing any more.\"")[
Your sister rolls her eyes. "Fiiiine, I'll choose for you."
She taps a choice on the screen.
(Link:"You shrug.")[(set: $voice to (either: "googoo", "lisp"))(go-to:"Last Choice")]
]]<!--[[Last Choice]]-->"I understand completely! There is a second option. We have a brilliant surgeon here, he could give you the most *perfect* babyish foo-foo you ever saw. Oh... I suppose you probably haven't seen many! But trust me it would be very realistic and tasteful, and it would fit so well with your new *persona*."
[["My god! No!!"]]"You have to choose, honey. Which is it to be? Cage or foo-foo?"
(Link:"You charge at the door, smash through and escape!")[You try to stand up, but find you can't.
"Don't forget the programming we already put in your head" your sister says, smiling at your obvious discomfort. "I told you to sit down, and so you'll stay sat down".]
(Link:"You scream out \"Help! Somebody help me I'm being held by a mad woman!")[You shout for help from the top of your lungs but your sister just smiles.
"You're being held in a very secure facility. The only people who can hear you are my colleagues."]
[[You look down at the floor, and mutter "the cage."->Option One.]]
[[You stare at the wall for a long time, and then whisper "foofoo."->Option Two.]]
[["I won't choose...", you say->wont choose]]"Firstly, we could fit you with a chastity device. It would be permanent, absolutely no way you'd ever get it off again. It's the option you might want to choose if you'd like to keep *some* reminder of your former manhood. But perhaps it would be too *painful* a reminder? Remember that you're going to look like a big baby girl, people might be surprised and disgusted when they see what's trapped between your legs. You might not want that kind of attention."
[["I don't want anything like that!"]]"That's it, questions over," your sister says. "Only one last thing to do. We can test one of the trigger commands we stuck in your head."
(link-reveal:"\"What do you mean 'trigger commands'?\"")[
Your sister looks you straight in the eye.
"(text-style: "smear")[Nap time sleepyhead.]"
On hearing the words, you immediately lie down on the bed and [[fall into a dreamless sleep]].
]{
###Changes
}(set: $outfit to "a hospital blanket")(set: $bladder to 2)(set: $bowel to 1)(set: $drinkhistory to (a: (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1)))(set: $foodhistory to (a: (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"food",1)))You open your eyes groggily.
You're sitting in some kind of dentist's chair, covered by a blanket. The first thing you notice is the top half of your vision is now obscured by what seems to be a fringe of hair. You reach up to touch, and feel the (if:$hairstyle is "ringlets")[mass of ringlets cascading down](else:)[deep bangs covering] your forehead.
At the sides you can feel (if:$hairstyle is "ringlets")[the weight of even more ringlets, masses more hair than you had before.](else-if:$hairstyle is "pigtails")[two pigtails, each tied with what feels like a small bow.](else:)[two long braided pigtails that seem to have a built-in curve away from your head.]
[[The door opens.]]"I've already *made* you sit on that bed, little bro. You'll be amazed what we can make you do. But don't worry, you'll get a few choices about exactly what happens to you! We want you to be at least a *little* happy about how things turn out. In fact, you get your first choice now!"
She hands you the pad in her hands, on the screen a listed a bunch of names.
"Pick one," she says. "Any one you like."
You look down the list.
{(set: _namelist to (a:))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Abigail","Abby","Abigayuw")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Amelia","Amy","Ameeyee-ah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Anna","Anna","Anna")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ashley","Ashley","Athwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Alexis","Lexy","Aweckthith")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Alyssa","Alyssa","Awihtha")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ava","Ava","Ayvah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Avery","Avery","Averwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Bailey","Bailey","Baywee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Camila","Cammy","Camiwwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Charlotte","Charlie","Thyarwutte")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Chloe","Chloe","Chwohwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ella","Ella","Ewwah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Emily","Emmy","Emmiwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Elizabeth","Lizzie","Ewithabeth")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Evelyn","Evie","Everwyn")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Grace","Gracie","Gwayth")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Hannah","Hannah","Hannah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Haley","Hayley","Haywee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isabella","Issy","Ithabewwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isla","Isla","Iywah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Jasmine","Jasmine","Jathmeen")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Jennnifer","Jenny","Jennithuh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Jessica","Jessie","Jethicka")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Kayla","Kayla","Kaywa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Layla","Layla","Waywa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Lauren","Lauren","Wauwen")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Lillian","Lily","Wiwwyan")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Madison","Maddy","Madithun")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Mila","Mila","Meewa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Nora","Nora","Norwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Olivia","Olivia","Owivvy-uh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Penelope","Penny","Penewwopee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Rachel","Rachel","Waychoo")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Rebecca","Becky","Webecca")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Riley","Riley","Why-wee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Samantha","Sammie","Thamantha")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Sarah","Sarah","Theerwuh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Sophia","Sophie","Thofeeya")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Taylor","Taylor","Taywuh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Victoria","Vicky","Victorwia")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Zoey","Zoey","Thowey")))
(for: each _line, ... _namelist)[
` `(print: "(link: _line's 1st )[(set: $yourname to '" + _line's 1st + "')(set: $yourlispname to '" + _line's 3st + "')(set: $yournickname to '" + _line's 2nd + "')(goto: 'Your Name')]")
]
}<!-- [[Your Name]]-->
"Oh lots of reasons. Sometimes people just want to make other people disappear; sometimes people just want to embarrass, or punish, or humiliate someone. Killing your enemy is one thing, making your enemy into something he hates is much better revenge. We make that happen."
[["But why am *I* here?"->but why am i here]]On the screen is a selection of photos like a page from a hairdresser's catalogue of styles. Each picture is of a famous fictional or real character.
"A nice easy one to start with," your sister says. "Your future hair style. Choose one."
[[You press the picture of Pippi Longstocking.]]
[[You press the picture of Shirley Temple.]]
[[You press the picture of Boo from Monsters Inc.]]
[[You refuse to choose.]]"Oh come on, $yournickname, don't be silly!" your sister says dismissively. "You're going to look exactly like a baby girl, you can't go around sounding like you do now!"
She scans the tablet screen. "Now, there are two options. My particular section of the organization deals with mind control and behavior modification. We can implant some modifiers that will give you babyish speech patterns. That, combined with some vocal chord modifications will give you a delightful baby girl lisp..."
[["I do *not* want that!"->dont want]]{
(set: $hairstyle to "ringlets")
(set: $voice to "googoo")
(set: $drink to "OJ")
(set: $yourname to "Rebecca")
(Set: $yournickname to "Becky")
(Set: $yourlispname to "Webecca")
(Set: $dollname to "Lucy")
(set: $dolllispname to "Luthy")
(set: $dollnickname to "Lucy")
(Set: $bladder to 0)
(set: $bladdersize to 5)
(set: $drinkhistory to (a: (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1)))
(set: $foodhistory to (a: (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0)))
(Set: $bowel to 0)
(set: $bowelsize to 5)
(set: $outfit to "a pair of jeans and a t-shirt")
(set: $diaper to "none")
(set: $wetness to 0)
(set: $cleanness to 0)
(set: $peetimes to 0)
(set:$outfittype to "dress")
(set: $bladderstatus to "You don't need to pee right now. ")
(set: $bowelstatus to "You don't need to poo right now. ")
(set: $groin to "baby")
(set: $boobs to "none")
(set: $savethegame to "")
(set: $allcolours to
(dm: "lavender", (a:"white","purple"),
"baby pink", (a:"pale yellow","white","pale pink"),
"powder blue", (a:"white","pale pink", "sky blue"),
"lemon yellow", (a: "white","light yellow","orange"),
"light pink", (a:"deep pink", "white","powder blue"),
"mint", (a: "powder pink", "white", "deep pink"),
"white", (a:"pink", "pale green", "yellow", "pastel blue", "lavender"),
"deep pink", (a:"light pink", "white", "hot pink", "baby pink")
))
(set: $basecolour to "light pink")
(set: $currentbladder to "water")
(set: $word to (A:"D","O","A","D","Y"))
(set: $faveoutfit to "a pretty dress")
(set: $faveoutfittype to "dress")
(set: $peetimes to 0)
(set: $visits to 0)
}"Those $hairstyle are so pretty aren't they?" your sister says, entering the room. "It's a special kind of wig that's permanently bonded to your head. You'll never need a haircut again!"
(link:'"What the hell have you *done*?"')[(set: $chat to "What da heww haff you done?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, and immediately gasp in shock at the sound of your high-pitched squeaky voice.](else:)[ you spout in a high-octave burble. The words somehow becoming jumbled between your brain and mouth.]
[["What's wrong with my voice!?"]]
]{
(append:?sidebar)[(link: "menu")[(goto: "Status")]]
(prepend:?sidebar)[(icon-fullscreen: )]
(if: (passage:)'s tags contains "tick")[
(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)
(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)
(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[
(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))]
(set: $drinkhistory's last to (a:"water",1))
(set: $bowel to $bowel + (a:...$foodhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)
(set: _length to $foodhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[
(set: $foodhistory's (_i) to $foodhistory's (_i+1))
(set: $foodhistory's last to (a:"nothing",0))]
]
(if: $savethegame is not "")[(save-game: $savethegame)(set: $savethegame to "")]
(css:"display: none")[|passagename>[(print: (passage:)'s name)]]
<script>
var passageName = document.querySelector('tw-hook[name="passagename"] tw-expression').textContent;
ga("send", "event", "passage", "loaded", passageName);
</script>
}You're wearing $outfit(if: $diaper is not "none")[, and $diaper].
(display:"bladder and bowel status")$bandbstatus
(if: $diaper is not "none")[Your diaper is (display:"diaperstatus")$diaperstatus.]
(link-undo:"Return to story.")
(link:"Save your progress.")[(set: $savethegame to "SlotA")Saving game to this browser.(live:1s)[(go-to:(history:)'s last)]]
(link:"Load a previous save.")[Loading from previous save on this browser. (live:1s)[(load-game:"SlotA")]](set: $chat to "Whoth wong wiv my *voith*!?")(display:"Chatchanger")
(if:$voice is "lisp")["Oh amazing!" you sister says, giggling. "The surgery and mental re-mapping worked! There's nothing 'wong' with your voice, $yourname, you sound exactly like a girl your age *should* sound! Perhaps a bit *too* much but you'll get used to it.](Else:)["Oh amazing!" you sister says, giggling. "The surgery and mental re-mapping worked! I can't understand a word you're saying!] It's been several weeks since we did all the work on you, but it's only today when we were ready to wake you up that I could actually see if it all worked. Would you like to see what we did to the rest of you?"
She pulls down the blanket covering your body, [[and you look down.]].(set: $diaper to "white disposible diaper")(set: $outfit to "nothing")You're completely naked apart from something big and white wrapped around your midriff. It looks like a really bulky pair of pants with pink tapes across the front.
(link:'"Is that... a diaper?"')[(set: $chat to "Ith that... a diaper?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you ask.
"Yes baby, I'm afraid you're going to need these all the time from now on."
(link:'"Oh fuck, no!"')[(set: $chat to "Oh fiddlethtickth, no! ... Wait, why can't I thay fiddlethtickth?! Fiddlethtickth!!")(display:"Chatchanger")
"Haha! You can't say any rude words, $yourname! Babies don't swear! You'll notice also we've permanently removed all your body hair. Would you like to see your new face?"
[[You nod silently.->Your face]]
] ](else:)[ you burble, realizing that everything you babble sounds sing-song and happy and loses all of the tone you had in your head.
"Yes, that's right baby. We permanently removed all your body hair, you're as smooth as a baby..."
(link:'"Not the hair, the diaper!!"')[(set: $chat to "Not the hair, the diaper!!")(display:"Chatchanger") you babble in a contented tone, while pointing frantically at your midriff.
"Oh the *diaper*! Yes, $yourname, I'm afraid you're going to need these all the time now. Would you like to see your new face?"
[[You nod silently.->Your face]]
]
]
]Your sister picks up a mirror and holds it to your face. You stare at your reflection. It's still recognizably you, but you now have wider eyes with thick long lashes and high arched brows. Your nose is smaller and more upturned at the end, and your lips are thicker, pale pink with a definite Cupid's bow. Your cheeks are somehow rounder with a faint hint of pink blush. (if: $hairstyle is "ringlets")[Your entire face is framed by masses of small sausage curls which bounce as you turn your head from side to side.](else-if: $hairstyle is "pigtails")[A long fringe almost comes down to your eyes, with two bunches either side that bounce as your turn your head.](else:)[Your hair is swept into two long braided pigtails with bows at the end. They seem to defy gravity, reaching out further than your shoulders and swinging wildly when you move your head.]
[["I look ridiculous!"]](set: $chat to "I wook widicuwouth!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you whine, acutely aware that you also *sound* ridiculous.
"Oh I think you look adorable!](else:)[ you burble.
"Yes you *do* look very pretty, honey! I'm so glad you like it!]" your sister says. "By the way, all the makeup is permanent and unremovable. You'll never have to make any effort to get ready in the morning. I'm *so* jealous!"
A man you've never seen before walks into the room. He's wearing the same kind of lab coat as your sister.
"The patient's awake I see," he says, smiling.
"That's right," your sister replies. "$yourname, say hello to (if: $groin is not "caged")[Doctor] Bob. (if: $groin is "caged")[He worked on your chastity.](else:)[He carried out all your plastic surgery."]
(if: $groin is "caged")[(link-goto:"\"Er, Hello Bob.\"","Bob")](else:)[(link-goto:"\"Er, Hello Doctor Bob.\"","Doctor Bob")]<!--[[Doctor Bob]][[Bob]]-->(set: $chat to "Er, hewwo Doctor Bob!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[
"Hello $yourname!](else:)[
"No need to thank me!]" he says. "It was a pleasure to work on you. I've just come to check how it's looking down there."
"Let's get her into the stirrups to get a better view" your sister says, titling your chair backwards so that you're flat on your back, and then lifting your calves into the gyno stirrups so your legs are spread wide.
Doctor Bob deftly untapes your diaper (set: $diaper to "none")and lifts it aside and your sister leans in between your legs to look. (set: $outfit to "nothing")
"Oh beautiful," she says. "You've done amazing work!"
[[You crane your head to try to see.->Baby Bits]](set: $chat to "Er, hewwo Bob!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[
"Hello $yourname!](else:)[
"That's right honey, just like you wanted!]" he says. "Not very often I get to do this kind of job. I've just come to check how it's looking down there."
"Let's get her into the stirrups to get a better view" your sister says, titling your chair backwards so that you're flat on your back, and then lifting your calves into the gyno stirrups so your legs are spread wide.
Bob deftly untapes your diaper (set: $outfit to "nothing")(set: $diaper to "none")and lifts it aside. and your sister leans in between your legs to see.
"Oh it's beautiful," she says. "You've done great work!"
[[You crane your head to try to see.]](if: (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd is > 0)[The (text:(a:...$barray's 1st)'s 1st) you drank earlier has reached your bladder. (Set: $B to $B + (a:...$barray's 1st)'s 2nd)]
(if: $B is >0)[(display:"bladder status")(link:$bladderstatus)[(set: $D to $D + $B)(Set: $B to 0)You reset B. D is now $D] ]{(if: $bladdersize - $bladder is < 2)[(set: $bladderstatus to "You're desperate to pee. ")](else-if: $bladdersize - $bladder < 3)[(set: $bladderstatus to "You painfully need to pee right now. ")](else-if: $bladdersize - $bladder is < 4)[(set: $bladderstatus to (either: "You quite want to pee right now.","The need to pee is getting worse.","You really could pee. ","The pressure on your bladder is building."))](else-if: $bladder is > 0)[(set: $bladderstatus to (either: "You could pee right now. ", "You kind of want to pee again.", "You feel a bit like peeing."))](else:)[(set: $bladderstatus to "You don't need to pee right now. ")]}You open your eyes, you're in a darkened room, strapped to some kind of dentist's chair. There are headphones strapped over your head playing strange indistinguishable sounds. Lights flash random patterns into your eyes.
"Relax little brother," you hear your sister's voice say. "Just watch the lights, and listen..."
Your consciousness starts to fade again...
[[You can't help but watch the lights.->pass into oblivion]](append:?sidebar)[<br />(link-goto: "edit", "Edit")]"It's all healed up nicely, $yourname," Bob says.
Your sister holds the mirror so you can see your own crotch. Your penis has been entirely encased in a small solid metal cage with a little slot in the end. It seems to be pulled down tight against your body and between your legs.
"It's a fairly standard cock cage," he says. "The clever bit is on the end here, you see? That ring coming out from the slot is actually looping through a piercing in the end of your penis. And it's attached to another piercing called a *guiche* through your perineum. That's the bit between the base of your penis and your anus."
[[You gape in horror]]"So you'll always have to pee sitting down, I'm afraid," he adds.
"Oh I don't think that will be an issue," your sister says, re-taping you into a diaper.(set:$outfit to "nothing")(set: $diaper to "white disposible diaper")
(link:'"But... what if I get an erection?"')[(set: $chat to "But... what if I get an ewection?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you squeak.
"Oh they'll be *very* painful!" Your sister says. Just try not to have any! They're nasty boy things anyway. Thanks for this, Bob!"](else:)[ you babble, apparently happily.
"She loves it!" your sister says. "Thanks Bob!"]
"No trouble at all," he says, heading to the door. "Hope to see you again sometime, $yourname!"
[[You feebly wave goodbye.]]
]"Oh, nothing honey," your mom says. "Would you like me to make you some breakfast?"
You drank far too much last night, and your stomach churns at the thought of food right now.
(link-reveal:'"No food right now... thanks, mom."')[
[["Okay I'll get you an orange juice then," she says.->juice]]
[["Just a glass of milk, then?" she asks.->milk]]
[["I'll just get you some water," she says.->water]]
]"What the hell do you mean?!" you ask.
"Well, for example, you're now completely incapable of not doing something I tell you to."
(Link-reveal:"\"Bullshit! I can do whatever I want!\"")[
"Sit down on the bed."
[[You sit down on the bed<-You sit down on the bed.]]
[[You sit down on the bed<-After a moment's thought, you sit down on the bed.]]
[[You sit down on the bed<-You realize you've sat down on the bed.]]
] "Looks like it's healed nicely," Doctor Bob says, putting on a pair of surgical gloves.
Your sister hold holds the mirror so you can see your own crotch. Your cock is completely gone. Instead is a smooth hairless void with a small vertical slit.
"These are your *mon pubis*", the doctor says, pointing to the fleshy mounds either side of the slit. "I made them prominent as you requested them to have a childish appearance."
He uses the fingers on one hand to pull open the slit, revealing a tight opening with fleshy pink folds, and the probes down it with a finger from his other hand.
[[You feel sick from the invasion.]]"These are your new labia," Doctor Bob says matter-of-factly. "And here you have the opening to your urethra."
"Your new pee-hole, baby," your sister adds helpfully.
Doctor Bob pushes his finger into a lower and deeper hole.
(link:'"Ow, that hurts!"')[(if:$voice is "lisp")["Ow, dat hurth!"]<youspeak|(else:)["*Waaa! Waaaa!*"]<youspeak|
"Sorry, $yourname, I was just checking your vaginal depth. It's very tight and shallow, by design."
"We didn't want you to have to worry about grown-up things like ess ee ex," your sister says.
"Yes, in fact this is the only part remaining of your sexual organ," Doctor Bob says, [[pointing to a tiny nubbin at the top of your vulva.]]
]"This is your clitoris, it contains a few of the nerve endings from your penis."
He rubs it gently with his finger. You get the uncomfortable feeling of someone rubbing the sensitive part of your cock head, but numb, distant and quite unpleasant. "How does that feel?"
(link:'"*Aaaah!* It feels really weird!"')[(set: $chat to "*Ahhh* it feelth weely weird!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[
"Yes it won't ever give enough sensation to allow you to reach climax, I'm afraid."
"Not that you have anything to reach climax *with*" your sister says,](else:)[
"... oh, I'm sorry I'm generally used to patients who can answer back. It's hard to get out of the habit of asking how they feel," he says apologetically. "You should have experienced a pleasurable sensation..."
"... but I guess we'll never know!" your sister says dismissively,] taping you back into the diaper. (set:$outfit to "nothing")(set: $diaper to "white disposible diaper")"Thanks for everyting, Doctor Bob."
"It was a pleasure," he says, heading to the door. "Hope to see you again, $yourname!"
[[You feebly wave goodbye.]]
]
{(set: $gonext to (history:)'s last)Hair:
(link:"ringlets")[(set: $hairstyle to "ringlets")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"braids")[(set: $hairstyle to "braids")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"pigtails")[(set: $hairstyle to "pigtails")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Voice:
(link:"googoo")[(set: $voice to "googoo")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"lisp")[(set: $voice to "lisp")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Crotch:
(link:"baby")[(set: $groin to "baby")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"caged")[(set: $groin to "caged")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Outfit:
(link:"dress")[(set: $outfittype to "dress")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"romper")[(set: $outfittype to "romper")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"top")[(set: $outfittype to "top")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Diaper:
(link:"none")[(set: $diaper to "")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"pink disposible")[(set: $diaper to "pink disposible diaper")(set:$diapertype to "disposible")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"terry diaper with plastic pants")[(set: $diaper to "terry diaper with plastic pants")(set:$diapertype to "cloth")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Bladder:
(link:"0")[(set: $bladder to 0)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"1")[(set: $bladder to 1)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"2")[(set: $bladder to 2)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"3")[(set: $bladder to 3)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"4")[(set: $bladder to 4)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"5")[(set: $bladder to 5)(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Peed Deliberately:
(link:"0")[(set: $peetimes to 0)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"6")[(set: $peetimes to 6)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"7")[(set: $peetimes to 7)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"8")[(set: $peetimes to 8)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"9")[(set: $peetimes to 9)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"10")[(set: $peetimes to 10)(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"11")[(set: $peetimes to 11)(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Wetness:
(link:"0")[(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $diaper to "pink disposable diaper")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"1")[(set: $wetness to 1)(set: $diaper to "pink disposable diaper")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"2")[(set: $wetness to 2)(set: $diaper to "pink disposable diaper")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"3")[(set: $wetness to 3)(set: $diaper to "pink disposable diaper")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"4")[(set: $wetness to 4)(set: $diaper to "pink disposable diaper")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Cleanness:
(link:"0")[(set: $cleanness to 0)(set: $diaper to "worn")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"1")[(set: $cleanness to 1)(set: $diaper to "worn")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"2")[(set: $cleanness to 2)(set: $diaper to "worn")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"3")[(set: $cleanness to 3)(set: $diaper to "worn")(goto:(history:)'s last)] |
(link:"4")[(set: $cleanness to 4)(set: $diaper to "worn")(goto:(history:)'s last)]
}
{Outfit:
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"top-style-2"), a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"dress-style-2"), or a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"romper-style-2")
}
Drinkhistory: $drinkhistory
Foodhistory: $foodhistory
Your sister lifts your legs from the stirrups and raises your seat back up. You realize that you urgently need to relieve your bladder.
(link:'"I really need to take a piss."')[(set: $chat to "I weally need a wee-wee!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeak, cringing at your childish voice.
"Oh yes, we shrank your bladder a great deal. You'll find you often need to go now", she says. "But feel free, any time you need to, honey!"
[["Where's the toilet?"]] ]
(else:)[ you babble incomprehensibly.
"That's riiight", your sister sing-songs. "He *was* a nice man wasn't he, $yournickname?"
[[You sigh.]]
]
](link:'"Spoken"')[(set: $chat to "Thpoken")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ blah.](else:)[ blahh.]
]["Where's the toywet?"]<youspeak|
Your sister looks at you, smiles, and then points at the diaper.
"Right there, $yournickname, you're wearing it!"
(link:'"I can\'t go in a diaper!"')[(set: $chat to "I can't go in a diaper!")(display:"Chatchanger")
"Of course you can! There's no-where else you're going to get to go. At least, not until you get potty trained. *If* you ever get potty trained! Now, are you gonna pee your diapee or shall we get going?"
[[Reluctantly, you let the pee out.]]
[[You decide to hold it in.->hold it in]]
]You squirm uncomfortably. Your bladder is painfully full.
[[You pee your diaper.]]
[[You decide to hold it in.->hold it in]]It's difficult to convince your bladder to empty itself when you're not using a toilet, but eventually you flood your diaper with warm pee. (if: $groin is "baby")[The feeling of it dribbling out from between your new pussy lips is unbelievably weird.](else:)[Your trapped cock gushing it out from low down between your thighs.]
(set: $wetness to $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(display:"diaperstatus")Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.
[[Your sister notices your relieved expression...]]{(set: $diaperstatus to "")
(if: $wetness is 0)[(set: $howwet to "")](else-if:$wetness is 1)[
(set: $howwet to (either: "damp", "a bit moist"))]
(else-if: $wetness is < 5)[(set: $howwet to (either: "more soggy", "very wet", "more wet", "even more damp", "very moist"))](else:)[(set: $howwet to (either: "sodden", "saturated", "soaking wet", "drenched", "soaked through"))]
(set: $diaperstatus to $howwet)
(if: $wetness is > 0 and $cleanness is > 0)[(set: $diaperstatus to $diaperstatus + " and ")]
(if: $cleanness is 0)[(set: $howclean to "")](else-if: $cleanness is 1)[(set: $howclean to (either: "a little messy", "lightly soiled", "a bit pooey"))](else-if: $cleanness is 2)[(set: $howclean to (either: "very messy", "heavily soiled", "very pooey"))](else:)[(set: $howclean to (either:"utterly shit laden", "filled with poo", "totally mess-filled"))]
(set: $diaperstatus to $diaperstatus + $howclean)
(if: $wetness is 0 and $cleanness is 0)[(set: $diaperstatus to "clean and dry")]
}(set: $wetness to (random: 0,3))
(set: $cleanness to (random: 0,3))
Wetness: $wetness, cleanness: $cleanness.
(display: "diaperstatus")
$diaperstatus
[[Randomdiaper]] {(display: "bladder status")
(display: "bowel status")
(if: $bladder is 0 and $bowel is 0)[(set: $bandbstatus to "You don't need to pee or poo right now.")](else:)[(set: $bandbstatus to $bladderstatus + " " + $bowelstatus)]
}{(if: $bowelsize - $bowel is < 1)[(set: $bowelstatus to "You're desperate to do a huge poo. ")](else-if: $bowelsize - $bowel < 2)[(set: $bowelstatus to "You really need to do a big poo right now. ")](else-if: $bowel is > 0)[(set: $bowelstatus to "You could poo a bit right now. ")](else:)[(set: $bowelstatus to "You don't need to poo right now. ")]}It's difficult to convince your bladder to empty itself when you're not using a toilet, but soon you flood your diaper with warm urine. (if: $groin is "baby")[The feeling of it dribbling out from between your new pussy lips is unbelievably weird.](else:)[Your trapped cock gushing it out from low down between your thighs.]
(set: $wetness to $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(display:"diaperstatus")Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.
"Feel better for that?" your sister asks.
(link:"\"No! It was horrible!\"")[["No! It wath howwible!"]<youspeak|
"Well, get used to it, babies like you use their diapers *all the time*, $yourname," she says. "... and for *everything*."
[[You gulp.->asking for diaper]]
]"Did you just pee your diaper, $yournickname?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
[(link:'"No!"')[(show: ?response)(replace:?question)[] ]
(link:'"...yes"')[(show: ?response)(replace:?question)[] ] ]<question|\
(hidden:)[["Goo goo!"]<youspeak| you coo, apparently happily.
"Well there's no need to look so pleased about it!"
(link:'"A... new one?", you ask, pointing at your diaper in the hopes your sister will understand.')[["*Bbbbrrrbbbbrrrbrr!*"]<youspeak|, you blow a raspberry, little bubbles of spit popping on your lips, while pointing at your diaper.
"There's a *clever* girl!" your sister mocks. "Making new baby sounds all the time! Don't worry that diapee will take a lot more of your pee-pees! Now let's go, stand up..."
She holds out a hand, and [[you take it.->lets go]]
]
]<response|
{
(set: $debugging to true)
(set: $hairstyle to "ringlets")
(set: $voice to "lisp")
(set: $drink to "OJ")
(set: $yourname to "Madison")
(Set: $yournickname to "Maddy")
(Set: $bladder to 0)
(set: $bladdersize to 5)
(set: $drinkhistory to (a: (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1)))
(set: $foodhistory to (a: (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0)))
(Set: $bowel to 0)
(set: $bowelsize to 5)
(set: $outfit to "a pretty dress")
(set: $diaper to "a cloth diaper")
(set: $diapertype to "cloth")
(set: $wetness to 0)
(set: $cleanness to 0)
(set: $groin to "baby")
(set: $solids to "yes")
(set: $outfitparade to (repeated: 4, "dress", "top", "romper"))(set: $otick to 1)
(set: $playtime to 49)
(set: $yourfirstdress to "a powder-pink dress with white hearts")
(set: $zone to "beach")
}You take your sister's hand and undsteadily rise to your feet.
(link:'"Where are we going?"')[(set: $chat to "Where aww we going?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[, you ask.
"We're going down to outfitting. You need to get dressed then you can go home!"]
(else:)["Thaaaat's right baby! Upsy we get! Time to get you some new clothes!"]
She leads you [[out of the room.]]
](link:'"Can I at least get a fresh one?"')[(set: $chat to "Can I at weest get a fwesh one?")(display:"Chatchanger")
"You'll get a fresh one soon at our next stop, $yournickname," your sister says, holding out her hand.
[[You take it.->lets go]]
]You force yourself to ignore your full bladder.
"Okay, time to go, stand up..." your sister say.
She holds out a hand, and [[you take it.->lets go]]Your sister works her way through the list of choices. Occasionally saying things like "hmm... noses" or "what kind of ears?". You don't even know which she's picking.
"Nearly done!" your sister says. "You're going to look so pretty! There are a couple more questions that I really think *you* should answer. We need to talk about your voice, have you thought about what you want your baby girl voice to be?"
[["I don't want to have a baby girl voice!"]]Your sister ticks a button on the tablet. "Pussy it is then! It's going to look so amazing!"(set: $groin to "baby")<script>ga("send", "event", "groin", "foofoo", "choice");</script>
[[You shudder.->Sleep]]You walk together down a long corridor with many rooms on either side. You pass other lab-coated workers, presumably employees of The Special Place. You feel terribly exposed in just your diaper(if:$wetness is >0)[, the soggy contents of which is already beginning to cool].
Eventually you reach a door which reads "OUTFITTING" [[and enter->outfitting]].{
###Outfitting
}You enter a large open room with tall windows looking out over the city. One wall is entirely mirrored, the other is dominated by a slightly raised stage area with cream curtains behind.
A woman is seated in a leather lounger opposite the stage. Instead of the usual Special Place outfit she’s dressed smartly in a mink-collared coat and cashmere sweater, paired with an argyle skirt and pencil heels. She looks up at you from above her glasses.
“Ah, this must be $yourname,” she says, her voice reeking of privilege and sophistication.
[[“Hello, yes.”->hello outfitter]]
(link: "\"My name is *not* " + $yourname + "!\"")[(if:$voice is "lisp")[(go-to:"rude to outfitter")](else:)(go-to:"hello outfitter")]<!--[[rude to outfitter]]-->(set: $chat to "Hewwo, yeth.")(display:"Chatchanger")
"Lovely to meet you, dearest! My name is Miss Mulaney. I'm the Head of Outfitting here at The Special Place. I ensure that all our clients leave here dressed *beautifully*."
"$yourname has come for her going-home clothes," your sister says.
"But of course! But first we must get you out of that... thing," Miss Mulaney says, [[pointing at your diaper.->your first diapering]] (set: $chat to "\"My name is *not* $yourlispname!\"")(display:"Chatchanger") you squeak petulantly.
"I'm sorry Helen," your sister says. "She isn't quite used to her new name yet, and also hasn't learned how to behave in front of adults. $yourname, apologize to Miss Mulaney!"
The command in your sister's voice bypasses your resistance. (set: $chat to "\"Thowwy Mith Muwwaney\"")(display:"Chatchanger"), [[you say contritely.->next rude]]"Think nothing of it, dearest! It must be frightful for you! But take heart! I ensure that all our clients leave here dressed *beautifully*."
"$yourname has come for her going-home clothes," your sister says.
"But of course! But first we must get you out of that... thing," Miss Mulaney says, [[pointing at your (display:"diaperstatus") $diaperstatus diaper.->your first diapering]]"Plain white disposible? *So* last season, darling! Let's get you into something more suitable. Sit down on the stage for me."
(link-reveal:"You sit down on the edge of the stage")[(if: $wetness is > 0)[, feeling your soggy diaper squelch beneath you].
"Lie back dearest."
(link-reveal:"You like back, bending your knees to rest your feet on the stage.")[
Miss Mulaney removes your diaper(set: $diaper to "none")(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $cleanness to 0) and raises an eyebrow at your nether regions.
(if: $groin is "baby")["Well isn't this *darling*?" she says. "So smooth and pink! It's almost a shame to cover it up!"](else:)["Oh such a shame!" she says. "That thing will *ruin* the line of any panties! I suppose it's best you won't be wearing *those*!"]
[[You cringe.]]
]
]Miss Mulaney holds your worn diaper distastefully between finger and thumb.
(if: $wetness is > 0)["This is *completely* sodden! Is she a heavy wetter?"
"Oh yes, I think so," your sister says.
"Best she has diapers to suit then. I have some extra soaker paneling to put in the cloth diapers. Or would she prefer the super-absorbent disposables? Disposable are more fashionable these days but I do have a *penchant* for the classic cloth!"](else:)["Disposable... ugh! I know they're all the rage these days, but I do so prefer the classic cloth diaper. Shall I get another disposale or would she like to try cloth?"]
[["Oh, disposable I think," your sister says.->disposible diaper]]
[["I think she'd *love* to try cloth," your sister says.->cloth diaper]]Miss Mulaney goes to a shelf and brings back a large disposable diaper. It's pink with a design of kittens in darker pink all over it.
"This is suitably absorbent for her," she says. "Stretch sides, double tapes, and of course pink like all little girls *love*."
"Perfect!" your sister says.
Miss Mulaney places the diaper under you and then expertly tapes it into place.
"There," she says. "Bottom properly dressed! Now for the rest of you. Sit up baby."(set: $diaper to "pink kitten diaper")(set: $diapertype to "disposible")
[[You sit up.]]Miss Mulaney goes to a shelf and brings back a large cloth diaper.
"This is suitably absorbent for her," she says. "Flannelette, and can be fitted with extra soaker pads. It will of course have to be paired with plastic pants, to prevent leaks."
"Perfect!" your sister says.
Miss Mulaney places the diaper under your bottom. "One or two extra panels?" she says.
"Oh, two I think," your sister says. "It's a long trip home."
Miss Mulaney takes two squares of extra towel padding and places it inside the diaper, then pulls it up around you and fastens it in place. She then goes and gets an large pair of clear plastic pants and pulls these up your legs. They crinkle noisily as she stretches them over your diaper.
"There," she says. "Bottom properly dressed! Now for the rest of you. Sit up baby."(set: $diaper to "flannel diaper with plastic pants")(set: $diapertype to "cloth")
[[You sit up.]]You sit up(if: $diaper contains "flannel")[, feeling a little unsteady even just sitting on the huge bulk of diaper under you.](else: )[, your diaper audibly crinkling as you shuffle onto your bottom.](if: $bladder is > 4)[
The act of sitting puts an extra strain on your over-full bladder and you find yourself suddenly (link-goto:"wetting uncontrollably.","wet in outfitting")](if: $bladder is > 0 and $bladder is <5)[
(You notice you're starting to need to pee again. You realize you could actually (link:"pee right now")[(set: $wetness to $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(replace:?peenow)[
(display:"diaperstatus")(You quietly empty your bladder into your new diaper. No-one notices. Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.)] ] if you really wanted to.)]<peenow|
<!--[[wet in outfitting]]-->(if: $bladder is <5)["Right! All we need to do now is to find you something to *wear* dearest," Miss Mulaney says. She steps up onto the stage and opens the curtain to reveal the entrance to another room. "Follow me!"
[[You follow her into the changing room.]]
]Once it starts to come, you can't stop it. (if: $groin is "baby")[The feeling of it dribbling out from between your new pussy lips is unbelievably weird.](else:)[Your trapped cock gushing it out from low down between your thighs.]
(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $bladder to 0)(display:"diaperstatus")Both Miss Mulaney and your sister hear the unmistakable sound and watch as you empty your bladder.
"Well, that didn't stay dry for long, did it $yournickname?" your sister says, sighing. "Can we get another diaper for her?"
Miss Mulaney fetches another diaper in the same style and you're eventually changed again.
"All that remains is for us to find you something *else* to wear dearest," Miss Mulaney says. She steps up onto the stage and parts the curtain to reveal the entrance to another room. "Follow me!"
[[You follow her into the changing room.]]{(set: _shapes to (ds: "kittens", "rubber ducks", "baby pacifiers", "teddy bears", "paw prints", "zoo animals", "ballet shoes", "balloons"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "wide lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned", "embroidered"))
(set: _spots to (ds: "spots", "polka-dots", "flowers", "stars"))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _dress to
(either: $basecolour + " " + (either: "satin", "cotton", "taffeta", "velvet") + " dress with a " + (either:..._trims) + " trim", $basecolour + " dress " +
(either:
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._spots),
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._spots))
,
(either:...(white of $allcolours)) + " gingham dress with a " + (either:..._trims) + " trim"))_dress(set:$outfit to "a " + _dress)(set:$outfittype to "dress")}Your sister stays sitting in the stage area as you follow Miss Mulaney into the changing room. It's filled on all sides with racks of clothing in various colors.
"Most of these are going to be shipped home with you," Miss Mulaney says. "But we need something for you to wear *now*, dearest... hmm... how about *this*? Arms up dear!" (set: $outfitparade to (repeated: 4, "dress", "top", "romper"))(set: $otick to 1)
You raise your arms as she takes an item from the racks and [[pulls it over your head.]]{(set: _randomoutfit to $outfitparade's ($otick))(set: $otick to $otick + 1)
Your sister (either:"claps","gasps","giggles","smiles broadly","covers her mouth") as you (either: "emerge through the curtains", "appear on the stage", "walk back onto the stage") (either: "a few minutes later","some time later","after a few minutes").
(if: _randomoutfit is "top")[You're wearing a(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"top-style")) _xx. (if: $boobs is "big")[Your big boobs make it look almost like a crop-top](else:)[It barely covers your midriff] and your diaper is completely on show. ]
(else-if: _randomoutfit is "romper")[You're wearing a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style")) _xx. It has snap buttons at the crotch, keeping it snug to your bulging diaper.
]
(else:)
[You're wearing a(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"dress-style")) _xx. It has (either: "lace sleeves","huge puffy sleeves","ridiculous puffed sleeves") and a (either: "sweeheart neckline", "Queen Anne neckline", "scalloped neckline", "Peter Pan collar"). (set:_skirttype to (either:"short","tiny"))(if: _skirttype is "short")[The skirt (if: $boobs is "big")[starts just under your boobs](else:)[starts just under your nipples] and flares out over masses of pettcioats, leaving your diaper clearly on display.](else:)[The skirt is tiny, and juts out horizontally from your waist, held aloft by stiff petticoats and your bulging exposed diaper underneath.] ]}(if: $bladder is >= $bladdersize)[
(You can't hold it in any longer and release all of the pee in your bladder.(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0) Your diaper somehow holds it all.)](if: $bladder is > 0 and $bladder is <5)[
((display:"bladder status")(link:$bladderstatus)[(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(replace:?peenow)[
(display:"diaperstatus")(You quietly pee your diaper. Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.)] ] )]<peenow|
(either: "Your sister considers your outfit carefully.", "\"Give us a twirl!\" your sister says and you dejectedly twirl around on the stage as she considers your outfit.", "Your sister leans back in her chair.")(if: $otick is 2)[(set:$yourfirstdress to $outfit)]
(if: $otick is < 7)[(link:(either:"\"Maybe something else?\" she says.","\"What else do we have?\" she says.","\"I'm not sure it's right...\" she says."))[(goto:"re-dress-tick")] ]
[["Perfect!!" she says.->perfect]]<!--[[re-dress]]-->{(set: _designs to (ds: "Hello Kitty", "Winnie the Pooh", "Minnie Mouse", "Power Puff Girls", "My Little Pony", "Disney Princess"))
(set: _slogans to (ds: "Daddy\'s Little Princess", "Mommy\'s Little Girl", "LOADING DIAPER ▓▓▓░░░░░░", "Little Miss Tinklepants"))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _materials to (ds: "satin", "cotton", "taffeta", "velvet"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "wide lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned", "embroidered"))
(set: _dress to
(either: $basecolour + " t-shirt with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design printed on the front",
$basecolour + " " + (either:..._materials) + " blouse with " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._trims) + " trim",
$basecolour + " t-shirt with \'" + (either:..._slogans) + "\' printed in big " + _topcolour's 1st + " letters on the front"
))_dress(set:$outfit to "a " + _dress)(set:$outfittype to "top")}{
(set: _shapes to (ds: "kittens", "rubber ducks", "baby pacifiers", "teddy bears", "paw prints", "zoo animals", "ballet shoes", "balloons"))
(set: _spots to (ds: "spots", "polka-dots", "flowers", "stars"))
(set: _designs to (ds: "Hello Kitty", "Winnie the Pooh", "Minnie Mouse", "Power Puff Girls", "My Little Pony", "Disney Princess"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned"))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _duncolour to (shuffled:...(datanames:$allcolours)))
(set: _dress to (either: _duncolour's 1st + " t-shirt under " + _duncolour's 2nd + " dungarees",
_duncolour's 1st + " t-shirt under " + _duncolour's 2nd + " dungarees with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design",
$basecolour + " " + (either: "fleece", "cotton") + " onesie " +
(either:
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" printed with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design",
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._shapes)
)))_dress(set:$outfit to "a " + _dress)(set:$outfittype to "romper")}(set:$faveoutfit to $outfit)(set:$faveoutfittype to $outfittype)"We just need to finish the outfit!," Miss Mulaney says, moving to another closet. "Lie down on the stage, dear."
You lie down on the stage again.
Miss Mulaney returns with some items in her arms which she places next to you.
(If: $outfittype is "dress")["First the tights," she says. Brandishing a pair of opaque white tights which she proceeds to roll up your legs and stretch over your diaper(if: $diaper contains "plastic")[ and plastic pants].
"Next the diaper cover and mittens" she says, holding up a trio of items in a matching style to your dress. She slides the huge ruffled lace diaper cover up your legs and over your tights. You can't quite believe how many layers are now covering your bottom.
[["Next the mittens", she says.->mittens]] ](else:)[ [["First the mittens," she says.->mittens]] ]
<!--[[mittens]](if: $otick is 2)["Let's try something else,"](else-if: $otick is 3)["It seems your sister wants a fashion show,"](else:)["Back we go again!"] Miss Mulaney says as she takes you [[back to the dressing room.->pulls it over your head.]](if: $otick is 2)["Let's try something else,"](else-if: $otick is 3)["It seems your sister wants a fashion show,"](else:)["Back we go again!"] Miss Mulaney says as she takes you [[back to the dressing room.->pulls it over your head.]](set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
(set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _xx to (display:"romper-style"))_xx
"We’re nearly done, little sis,” your sister says as you walk along the corridor. “I have to start work on my next client soon, but Mom won’t be here to pick you up for another few hours. Luckily we have day care facilities on the first floor, that’s where I leave Hannah each day."
You reach a large service elevator and enter. "We can’t get to the first floor from this elevator, we’ll have to go down to one of the lower floors and cross to the other side."
She goes to a panel that reads:
|=
==||||||||||||||
Floor 6: Reprogramming and Outfitting
Floor 5: Surgery and Body Modification (exit only)
[[Floor 4: Pet Services]]
[[Floor 3: Simulation Floor]]
[[Floor 2: Main Offices]]
Floor 1: No access
Basement: Shipping(set: $chat to "Fankoo mith Muwayney!")(display:"Chatchanger")
(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you simper, unable to disobey a direct command from your sister.](Else:)[ you burble contentedly.]
“Think nothing of it $yourname dear! Bye bye for now!"
[[You sister takes you back into the corridor.->the elevator]]"We'll go through via Pet Services," she says, pressing a button.
The service elevator descends to floor 4. The door opens to reveal what looks a little like a veterinary surgery. You walk past a line of cages stacked two deep and each marked with name plates like "Fifi (formerly Kyle Morrison)" and "Miss Poodlekins (formerly Manny Garcia)".
It leads to a large open area in which several lab-coated employees are working. Each one is paired with what looks like a young woman, all in various states of undress and all either sitting on the floor or crawling. A girl with a large brown spot around one eye is being led around the room on a lead. Another girl with Labrador-print lingerie is eating from a bowl of kibble on the floor while her handler takes notes. All the girls seem to have tails, either sticking out from between their butt cheeks or seemingly fused to the base of their spine.
[[You watch with growing horror.]]"We'll go through via Simulation," she says, pressing a button.
The service elevator descends to floor 3. The door opens to a strange scene. The floor is covered by a layer of straw, and there's a distinct odor of farmhouse manure in the air.
"Dammit I forgot they were set up for Barn-house this week!" your sister says as you leave the elevator.
The whole floor appears to be the inside of a barn shed. Rough wooden stalls line the main corridor. In one of the stalls a man dressed as a farmer is standing over a naked woman on all fours.
"Mornin' pretty lady," he says to your sister, winking. "Come to get some milk fer your baby?"
"Morning Todd," your sister replies. "Staying in character today, I see!"
"We find it helps acclimatize the new cows," Todd says, dropping his accent. "Bessy here needs to get used to being around rough rural types before she starts on the farm proper next week."
[[You look down at 'Bessy'.]]"We'll go through the main office," she says, pressing a button.
The service elevator descends to floor 5 and slows. The door re-opens to reveal a full sized female mannequin. A man's head appears from behind its shoulders "room for two more?"
You realize the mannequin is being held upright by another Special Place worker.
"Sure Larry," your sister says. "There's plenty of room."
He lifts the mannequin onto the elevator and props it unceremoniously against the wall. You realize it's actually more like some kind of sex doll. It looks like an exaggerated version of a real woman, with large breasts and a hairless silicone pussy.
"I'm just heading down to the basement," he says. "Ramona here is ready to be shipped."
"Wow, it doesn't seem a month since Mr Peterson arrived!" your sister says.
"We're turning them around faster now," he replies. "Full body plasticization in two weeks!"
"Amazing!"
You look more closely at the doll. It's face is fixed into an expression of permanently open-mouthed surprise, [[but the eyes...]]... the eyes are alive. They constantly dart from place to place. When they fix your gaze, they convey a sense of utter terror.
The elevator stops at floor two and your sister leads you out.
"You see, $yourname?" she says, noticing your alarmed expression as you walk across the busy office, "There are *worse* things that could happen to you here. You best stay well behaved at home, yeah?"
[[You arrive at another elevator and enter.->day care]]{
###Day Care
}You descend the elevator, cross the main foyer to the day care area and go inside. A young Chinese woman greets your sister warmly.
"Here for Hannah already?" she asks.
"Oh no, not yet Lien, I'm here to drop off $yourname."
Lien looks as if seeing you for the first time. "Oh your *brother*", she says. "I forgot he was coming today!"
"Well, *sister* now," your sister replies. "I hope that's okay?"
"Sure no problem," Lien says. "But she's a little bit *tall* to fit in with the other kids right now."
Your sister slaps her forehead, "I nearly forgot that part. We can soon fix that. (link-goto: "Listen up " + $yourname + "...", "listen up")"
<!--[[listen up]]-->She appears to be a very well-endowed woman, totally naked apart from a large brass ring pierced through her nostrils and yellow plastic ear tags stapled to each ear. From each of her pendulous breasts hangs a steel cylinder connected by tubes to a portable machine which is making rhythmic pumping sounds. She winces with each pulse of the pump.
"I worked on Mr Stephens's mental re-programming myself," your sister says. "Has it taken ok?"
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Todd says. "Bessy, say hello to the nice people..."
Bessy lifts her head and opens her mouth... "**moooooooooo**".
"You see, $yourname?" your sister says as you walk away , "there are *worse* things that could happen to you here. You best stay well behaved at home, yeah?"
[[You arrive at another elevator and enter.->day care]]"You see, $yourname?" your sister says as you walk away, "there are *worse* things that could happen to you here. You best stay well behaved at home, yeah?"
[[You arrive at another elevator and enter.->day care]]She puts the mittens over your hands and fastens them securely around your wrists.
"Open and close your hands please," she says.
You do as she says, and notice that although your hands are able to open and close within the slippery lined interior of the mittens, the stiff padding means they don't appear to grasp at all.
"To stop baby's hands fiddling with things they shouldn't!" your sister says approvingly.
[["Finally the bootees," Miss Mulaney says.->bootees]]Miss Mulaney places thick knitted booties on each of your feet.
"There, the complete *ensemble*."
You stand up, the soft rounded booties making it hard to balance.
“Thank you so much, Helen,” your sister says "Stunning work."
“Absolute pleasure, my dear. I’ll arrange for the (if:$otick is >1)[other outfits you saw, plus the ]rest of her wardrobe to be shipped immediately. They’ll be already in her closet by the time she’s home.”
“Great! Say thank you to Miss Mulaney, $yourname.”
[["Thank you Miss Mulaney."]]She turns, looks into your eyes and says "(text-style: "smear")[down we go, baby]!"
The words seem to do something in your head. All of a sudden you feel quite unbalanced, and your legs seem incapable of supporting your own weight. You fall down backwards, landing (if: $wetness is > 0)[with a wet squishy plop] on your heavily padded bottom.
(link:'"What\'s wrong with my legs?"')[(set: $chat to "Whath wong with my legth?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[
"Just a little command that makes it so you can't stand up, $yourname. You'll be like this just until I say the other trigger phrase. That is... if I can *remember* the other trigger phrase."](else:)[
"Oh dear, can't you stand up, precious? You'll just have to practice walking, or maybe sometime I'll say the other *little secret sentence*!"]
"Now, come along," she says. Walking off into the main day care area with Lien. You roll onto your hands and knees and [[crawl after them.->in day care]]
]{
###Fast-forward through Choices
}In a special facility called The Special Place, your sister informed you you were going to be turned into a baby girl. She then asked you a series of questions. First she asked you to pick a name, and you chose {|c0>[
(set: _namelist to (a:))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Abigail","Abby","Abigayuw")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Amelia","Amy","Ameeyee-ah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ava","Ava","Ayvah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Avery","Avery","Averwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Camila","Cammy","Camiwwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Charlotte","Charlie","Thyarwutte")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Chloe","Chloe","Chwohwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ella","Ella","Ewwah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Emily","Emmy","Emmiwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Evelyn","Evie","Everwyn")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Grace","Gracie","Gwayth")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isabella","Issy","Ithabewwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isla","Isla","Iywah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Jessica","Jessie","Jethicka")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Layla","Layla","Waywa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Lillian","Lily","Wiwwyan")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Madison","Maddy","Madithun")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Mila","Mila","Meewa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Nora","Nora","Norwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Olivia","Olivia","Owivvy-uh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Penelope","Penny","Penewwopee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Rebecca","Becky","Webecca")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Riley","Riley","Why-wee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Samantha","Sammie","Thamantha")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Sophia","Sophie","Thofeeya")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Taylor","Taylor","Taywuh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Victoria","Vicky","Victorwia")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Zoey","Zoey","Thowey")))
(for: each _line, ... _namelist)[
` `(print: "(link: _line's 1st)[(set: $yourname to '" + _line's 1st + "')(set: $yourlispname to '" + _line's 3rd + "')(set: $yournickname to '" + _line's 2nd + "')(show:?c1)(replace:?c0)[" + _line's 1st + "] ]")
]
].}
(hidden:)|c1>[You were then forced to choose, or had chosen for you, to have [ringlets]<c1a|, [braids]<c1b| or [pigtails]<c1c| ](hidden:)|c2>[, speak either [with only a lisp]<c2a| or [only baby babble]<c2b| ](hidden:)|c3>[, and [be fitted with a chastity cage]<c3a| or [get a baby's foo-foo]<c3b| ](hidden:)|c4>[ She then said a trigger phrase and you fell into a dreamless sleep...
[[Play "Changes"...->fall into a dreamless sleep]]
(link:"Fast-forward more...")[(set: $diaper to "white disposible diaper")(set:$wetness to 3)(set: $bladder to 0)(set: $bowel to 1)(set: $drinkhistory to (a: (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1), (a:"water",1)))(set: $foodhistory to (a: (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"nothing",0), (a:"food",1)))(go-to:"Changes Recap")]<!--[[Changes Recap]]-->
]
{
(click: ?c1a)[(set: $hairstyle to "ringlets")(replace:?c1)[You were then forced to choose, or had chosen for you, to have ringlets](show:?c2)]
(click: ?c1b)[(set: $hairstyle to "braids")(replace:?c1)[You were then forced to choose, or had chosen for you, to have braids](show:?c2)]
(click: ?c1c)[(set: $hairstyle to "pigtails")(replace:?c1)[You were then forced to choose, or had chosen for you, to have pigtails](show:?c2)]
(click: ?c2a)[(set: $voice to "lisp")(replace:?c2)[, speak with only a lisp](show:?c3)]
(click: ?c2b)[(set: $voice to "googoo")(replace:?c2)[, speak only baby babble](show:?c3)]
(click: ?c3a)[(set: $groin to "caged")(replace:?c3)[, and be fitted with a chastity cage.](show:?c4)]
(click: ?c3b)[(set: $groin to "baby")(replace:?c3)[, and get a baby's foo-foo.](show:?c4)]
}
{
###Fast-forward Prologue
}On the day after your 21st birthday you were drugged, kidnapped and woke up in a strange place.
[[Play "Choices"...->pass into oblivion]]
[[Fast-forward more...->changes]]"Come along," your sister says, walking into the main day care room. You crawl reluctantly behind her.
The large room is filled with thirty or so young kids, all engaged in various activities, playing with toys or talking excitedly with the day care assistants.
"Mommy!" a little girl cries out happily and runs over to hug your sister.
"Hello honey! I'm not here to pick you up just yet. I'm just here to drop off your uncle."
"Unky? Where is he?" she says confused.
"He's here look," your sister says, [[pointing down at you]] kneeling on the floor next to her."No, no solids yet," your sister says, handing Lien her shoulder bag. "I've put her afternoon feed in here. Could you warm it up for her when it's time? And there's a diaper change in case she has any 'accidents'." (set:$solids to "no")
"Sure no problem," Lien says. [[You pout.]]"She's just started," your sister says. "I've actually brought along a lunch for her in here."(set:$solids to "yes")
She reaches in to her bag and hands over a jar of brown-looking goo.
"Sure we'll warm that up for her," Lien says.
"Oh no need, room temperature is fine. Take the bag too, it's got a diaper change in case she has any 'accidents'."
[[You pout.]] Your niece looks down at you quizzically. "He looks a little... different." she says.
"Yes, he decided he wanted to be a dress up doll so he'd be more fun to play with when you visit. And he's now called $yourname!"
Your niece considers this for a moment, then squeals "Yay! I love her!"
"We'll be getting them all lunch in a while," Lien says. "Is she on solids yet?"
[["No solids yet."->no solids]]
[["She's just started."->solids]]"I gotta go, $yournickname," your sister says. "Be good and do what anyone tells you, I'll be back later!"
Your sister kisses her daughter goodbye and leaves.
You shake your head and blink, your sister's words *do what anyone tells you* are echoing around inside your head, your sister's last instruction.
"Take a look around sweetie," Lien says, leaning down to talk to you on the floor. "There's lots to do!"
Lien walks off to arrange lunch.(display:"peenow")
You look around the brightly-colored room. Your niece has run off to play dolls with some other girls. A group of boys are playing with construction toys in a sand pit.
[[You decide to join your niece.]]
[[You head over to the sand pit.]]
[[You see a quiet corner and decide to head there.]]You crawl over towards your niece, the only familiar person here. She's having a fake tea party at a low table with another little girl and a bunch of dolls and stuffed toys.
"Unky!" she says.
"Why do you call her Unky?" says the other girl.
"Because she's my uncle. But she wanted to be a baby girl doll so my mommy made her into one."
"Wow! You have to be a doll at our tea party then!" the other girl says.
*Do what anyone tells you.*
[[You sit down at the table.]]You crawl slowly over to the sand pit. It seems to take ages to get anywhere on all fours. Just as you reach the edge, one of the other day care assistants rests a hand on your shoulder.
"Oh no honey (if:$outfittype is "dress")[you don't wanna get your pretty dress all sandy](else-if:$outfittype is "romper")[you don't wanna get sand in your romper](else:)[you don't wanna get sand in your diaper]. Why don't you go play with the girls?"
*Do what anyone tells you.*
(set: $chat to "Yeth mith!")(display: "Chatchanger") you say, [[and start to crawl over to the girls.->You decide to join your niece.]]You crawl over to a quieter corner of the room and sit down(if:$wetness > 0)[ in your (display:"diaperstatus")$howwet diaper]. There's so much padding between your legs that they splay out at right angles. You feel like you're displaying your diaper to the entire room. After a short while Lien comes over and leans down to talk to you.
"Aw are you okay honey? Don't you wanna play with the others?"
(link:'"No, it\'s all kids\' stuff!"')[(set: $chat to "No, it\'th all kidth thtuff!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[
"Hmm, you're right," she says. "They're all kids while you're..." she looks at you sat there in a diaper and (if: $outfittype is "dress")[baby dress](else:)[babyish outfit], "...what? Six months old maybe? I think you should have something more suitable to play with."](else:)[
"Oh, there's nothing here for babies? Let's see what we can find for you, sweetness!"]
She goes to a shelf and takes down a baby rattle."Here you go princess."
You don't want to take it but *do what anyone tells you* pops into your head again.
[[You take the rattle.]] ]You try to take the cup with one of your mittened hands but it's hopeless. Eventually you manage to grasp it by holding it between the tips of both mittens.
"Drink up!" your niece's friend says. You clumsily put the cup to your lips and start drinking. The water tastes weird and a bit gritty. You really want to spit it out but the direct command from the little girl is overriding your control. You eventually drain the cup and put it down.
"She's so thirsty! [[Have some more!]]"(set: $chat to "No fankoo!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, shaking your head.]
(else:)[ you babble, shaking your head.]
"But we insist!" the other little girl says.
[[you take the cup<-"You take the cup.]]
(set: $chat to "But I dwank it!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you exclaim with frustration.
"Well that was very silly wasn't it, baby?" the assistant says. "I can see we're going to have to watch you more closely!"](else:)[ you gurgle.
"No I know you wouldn't drink it precious!" the assistannt says. "You're such a clever baby!"]
"Lunchtime!" Lien calls.
You [[crawl over to the lunch tables]].You feebly try to take the rattle with one hand but your mittens give no grip at all. "Use both your hands together, honeybun," Lien says helpfully.
You manage to clutch the rattle by holding it between both of your mittens.
"There, now you can shake it!"
*...do what anyone tells you...*
You shake the rattle. It makes a rattling noise. You feel incredibly dumb.
"Keep shaking!"
You shake the rattle again. It makes a rattling noise. You shake the rattle a third time. It makes the same noise.
"There isn't *that* a funny noise, baby!?" she says "Have fun!!"
She wanders off, leaving you [[shaking the rattle]], [[shaking the rattle]], [[shaking the rattle]].After a twenty minutes of tedious rattle-shaking your arms are starting to ache. (display:"peenow")
It's a relief when Lien comes back over and says "lunch time $yourname! You can stop shaking that thing now!"
You drop the rattle and [[crawl over to the lunch tables]].Hungry kids swarm past you as you shuffle on all fours towards the lunch tables. By the time you get there they're already sitting in little chairs tucking into carrot sticks, sandwiches and chips. You find a space at the table without a chair, plop down on your diaper and wait expectantly.
"Here you go, $yourname," Lien says, (if: $solids is "yes")[(link-goto:"placing a bowl in front of you.","baby food")](else:)[(link-goto:"offering you a large baby's bottle.","formula")]<!--[[baby food]] [[formula]]-->Lien comes behind you and fastens something around your neck. You realize it's a small bib. She then places a bowl of unidentifiable brown goo in front of you. "This is what your sister left for you", she says, "eat up!"
She holds up a small plastic baby spoon.
"Yeah, there's no way you're going to be able to hold this," she realizes. "We're gonna have to get someone to feed you!"
[["I'll do it," a pretty young female assistant says.->lady feeds you]]
[[Oooh can I feed the baby?" your niece calls out.->niece feeds you]]You take the heavy bottle with both your mittened hands. It looks about quart sized, with a big rubber nipple at the end.
"There you go, $yournickname, drink it all down!"
You awkwardly manoeuvre the bottle so that you can get the nipple between your lips and start to suck. A squirt of lukewarm liquid hits your throat. (display:"peenow")
"Wow that's a big bottle!" one of the other assistants says.
"Yes," Lien says. "Big babies like $yourname need plenty of nutrition, and as she's not on solids she'll need lots and lots of milk."
[[You suckle your first bottle of formula.->you suckle]]The assistant kneels down next to you, giving you a view of her impressive cleavage. She's very pretty, and not much older than you. (If: $groin is "caged")[Your trapped cock stirs a little in its cage. ] (else:)[You feel something like a stirring in your tiny clit trapped between your pussy lips.]
"Hello, I'm Sabrina," she says. "What's your name?"
(if: $voice is "lisp")["It'th..."<youspeak|
You suddenly have the urge not to tell her your old boy name. As if somehow you could keep that boy a secret and he'd have a chance with this pretty girl someday.
(link:'"It\'s ' + $yourname + '."')[|youspeak>["It'th $yourlispname."]
"Well $yourname, shall we have some of this..."
She looks at the unappetising gloop in your bowl.
"... delicious ... food?"
You're absolutely starving and [[nod gratefully]].
] ](else:)
["Her name's $yourname, she's my uncle!" your niece says proudly.
"Well $yourname, shall we have some of this..."
She looks at the unappetising gloop in your bowl.
"... delicious ... food?"
You're absolutely starving and [[nod gratefully]].]
"Okay Hannah," Lien says, "but only after you've finished eating your own lunch!"
You sit hungrily watching your niece chow down on her tasty-looking lunch while you wait to be fed your baby food. (display:"peenow")
"Okay baby," Hannah says. "Here comes the lunch train!"
She scoops a small spoonful of the room-temperature baby food into your mouth. It's totally without texture and very bland, and almost impossible to tell what it actually is. [[You swallow it with a grimace.]]She takes a spoonful of baby food and holds it to your lips. "Open wide!"
You close your mouth around the spoon and she withdraws it leaving the food on your tongue. It's totally without texture and very bland, almost impossible to tell what it actually is. You swallow it with a grimace. (display:"peenow")
She takes another spoonful, giving you a waft of her perfume as she leans in to feed you. You can't help but stare at her cleavage.
"I think $yourname would rather be feeding from something else!" one of the other assistants says, laughing.
Sabrina giggles. "No these are definitely off limits, $yourname! These aren't your mommies!"
[[You blush furiously.]]"Today we're going to read about *The Very Hungry Caterpillar*," Lien says as you plop yourself down in the circle.
You sit and listen as she tells the story, slowly and with lots of actions.
(set: $bowel to 4)By the time the caterpillar is starting to eat his five oranges, you feel your gut is starting to cramp up. You fee the urge to poo. You wonder what's in there; it's not been twenty minutes since your lunch, but you must have been fed something before your sister "woke you up" this morning. (If: (history:) contains "i drank it")[Perhaps whatever it was in the tea party water has upset your tummy. ](If: (history:) contains "baby food")[Maybe your sister spiked your baby food with something. ](If: (history:) contains "formula")[Maybe your sister put something in your milk. ]
Whatever, you urgently need to empty your bowels.
[["I need to take a crap!"->need a poo]]The baby spoon can only hold a tiny amount of food at a time and it takes ages to feed you the entire bowl.
Afterwards she gives you a sippy cup filled with very weak juice, which you clasp between your mittened hands and suck while the rest of the kids go back to play. (set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"sippy cup juice",2)) (display:"peenow")
When you eventually finish they're all sat down in the story circle around Lien. The other day care assistants have gone to tidy up. You notice there's no-one guarding the exit gate.
[[You crawl over to the exit gate.]]
[[You crawl over to the story circle->crawl over]].Your niece feeds you the rest of your lunch. It's slow work as the spoon is tiny and your niece isn't very good at hitting your mouth every time. By the end a lot of the goo ends up on your face or bib.
"Oh look at the mess you made, $yourname!" Lien says. She takes the spoon from your niece and uses it to scrape the remaining food from your chin and bib and feed it to you.
Afterwards she gives you a sippy cup filled with with very weak juice, which you clasp between your mittened hands and suck while the rest of the kids go back to play.(set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"sippy cup juice",2))(display:"peenow")
When you eventually finish they're all sat down in the story circle around Lien. The other day care assistants have gone to tidy up. You notice there's no-one guarding the exit gate.
[[You crawl over to the exit gate.]]
[[You crawl over to the story circle->crawl over]].(if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Pweathe, I need a poopoo!"] you squeak to Lien.
"Just a minute honey, we need to finish the story."](else:)[|youspeak>["Googoo!"] you babble happily.
"Yes $yourname, he was *very* hungry wasn't he?]
She continues to read. The cramping in your bowel is becoming unbearable. You need to push.
[["But I'm desperate!"->desperate]]
[[You start to push.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["But I'm dethpawut!"] you whine.
Lien sighs. "Okay, let's get you to the bathroom, come along..."
You get up on all fours to follow, but the release of pressure on your behind is enough to break your remaining resistance. You suddenly noisily fill your diaper with poo.(set: $cleanness to 3)(set: $bowel to 0)
All the kids yell "*ewwwwwwwww*!"
[[You start to sob uncontrollably.]] ](Else:)[|youspeak>["Goo googaga!"]
"Be quiet and let the others listen to the story, $yourname!"
You can't hold it in any more, [[you start to push.->You start to push.]]]You try to push out the poo but the pressure of you sat on your diaper is holding it back. The pain is almost unbearable. In desperation, you get up on all fours, diapered butt high in the air. Your niece Hannah raises her hand "Er... maam I think $yourname is gonna go potty..."
With a incredibly noisy fart, you fill your diaper with poo.
All the kids shout "ewwwwww!"(set: $cleanness to 3)(set: $bowel to 0)
[[You start to sob uncontrollably.]]It's all to much. You sit down in your newly loaded diaper and bawl like a baby. As the horrible smell reaches everyone's noses you're left in a wide empty circle, crying your eyes out. (If: $wetness is > 3)[You can feel the mess mixing with the pee in your already soaked diaper and spreading to every corner of your diapered behind. (if: $groin is "baby")[The feeling of it spreading between the folds of your labia is the most disgusting thing you've ever experienced.] ]
[[You keep bawling.]]"I guess we'd better get you changed", Lien says, beckoning you into a side room. "Come on."
You crawl after her. (display: "peenow")
In the room is toilet and changing table, which Lien indicates for you to use. You're still crying as she pushes the mess into your diaper to help you climb up.
(If: $outfittype is "dress")[Lien removes your bootees, diaper cover and tights. "So many things on your bottom, even without the mess!" she says. "This is going to be so tedious for anyone who has to change you every day!"](else-if:$outfittype is "top")[Your top rides up further, leaving your diaper fully exposed.
"I can why your diaper is so accessible, if you're gonna need this many changes!" Lien says.](else:)[Lien reaches between your legs and starts unpopping the fasteners on your crotch.
"So convenient for anyone who has to change you every day," she says.]
[[You blub quietly and try not to think about it->diaper off]]They make room at the low table and you sit down on the floor next to it.
"So nice to see you Princess Lovely!" your niece says in what she thinks is a posh tea-party voice. "Would you like some tea!"
She pours out some water from a large plastic teapot into a plastic teacup and hands it to you.
[[you take the cup<-You take it.]]
[["No thank you!"]]They fill your cup again and again and you keep having to drink it all.
Eventually one of the day care assistants wanders over just as they're emptying the last water into your cup.
"Um, girls, where did you get the water from?" she asks with slight concern in her voice.
"The water play table," your niece says innocently, pointing to a clear plastic table consisting of a large recessed water basin. A dozen water toys are floating in it, along with some crayons and balls from the ball pit. The bottom is covered with sand from kids putting in sandpit toys.
"That's not really for playing tea parties with, girls. I hope you didn't drink any!"
"No miss, we didn't. Only our dolls did."
"That's okay then."
(set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"water from the tea party",4))
[["But I drank it!"->i drank it]]You crawl as fast as you can to the gate separating the day care room from the exit. It's only a couple of feet high and secured with a simple clasp.
[[You try to climb over it.]]
[[You lift the clasp.]]You get up onto your knees, and then pull yourself up onto your feet using the gate to support yourself, and stand wobbling for a second.
You then try to lift a foot...
... and land again (if: $wetness is >0)[with a squelch ]on your diapered butt.
"Stop being silly $yourname and come over here!" Lien calls. "It's story time!"
Compelled by her instruction you [[crawl over]].You reach up to the clasp but your mittened hands can't even begin to work it. The mittens make even the simplest of devices impossible for you to use.
"Stop being silly $yourname and come over here!" Lien calls. "It's story time!"
Compelled by her instruction you [[crawl over]].You continue to suckle on the bottle. The formula is slightly sweet and incredibly bland, the flavor in your mouth is mainly of rubber from the nipple itself.
Around you, the other kids tuck into their sandwiches, followed by apple slices and other tasty-looking solid food.
The nipple only releases a little formula with each suck, so it takes ages to actually finish the entire bottle. By the time you set the empty bottle down on the table all the other kids have gone off to play again and your tummy feels incredibly full and painfully bloated. (set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"formula",4))
"Aw you feeling okay honey?" one of the pretty young assistants says. She kneels down to talk to you, giving you a display of her ample breasts. (If: $groin is "caged")[You feel an involuntary stirring in your cock cage.)] (else:)[You feel something like a stirring in your tiny clit trapped between your pussy lips.]
[["My gut hurts!"->burps]](set: $chat to "My tummy hurth!!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you whimper pathetically.
"Aww! I can fix that," she says, ](else:)[ you chatter mindlessly, pointing at your tummy and trying to make pained expressions.
"Aww is your tummy hurty baby? I can fix that," she says, ]leaning forward with her arms open.
She pulls you up a little and takes you in a hug, putting your head over her shoulder and resting your padded groin on her thigh. (if: $groin is "caged")[Your trapped cock is pushed painfully into your body by her knee.] (else:) [Your baby foo-foo grinds pointlessly against her knee.]
"I bet you liked cuddles with girls like this when you were a boy, didn't you honey?" she whispers sweetly directly in your ear. "*Special* cuddles."
[[You nod slightly.]]"Well you still get *lots* of cuddles now you're a baby girl, especially for *this*..."
She slaps you hard in the middle of your back. You release a huge burp of trapped wind.
She puts you down again.
"All better!" she says, wandering off to join everyone gathering at the story circle. (display: "peenow")
You notice there's no-one guarding the exit gate.
[[You crawl over to the exit gate.]]
[[You crawl over to the story circle->crawl over]].(if: $diapertype is "cloth")[Next, she pulls down your plastic pants(if:$wetness >3)[, being careful not to spill the overflow pee sloshing around in them]. Finally she unfastens your diaper.](else:)[Finally, she untapes your diaper.](set: $diaper to "none")
A small crowd of day care assistants gather to watch out of curiosity. They all recoil a bit when the smell hits them.
Lien takes some baby wipes and begins cleaning you all over, (if: $groin is "baby")[paying special attention to your little vagina. You shudder as she cleans down through the tight slit.
"Remember to always wipe downwards to avoid infection," she says, and then laughs. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, you're not gonna be changing your own diapers!"
"She looks just like a baby girl down there," another assistant says, barely disguising that she's taking pictures with her smartphone.](else:)[paying special attention to your caged cock.
"This gonna need flushing out with clean water," she says. "All I can do now is wipe around the outside."
"That piercing looks really... painful," another assistant says, barely disguising that she's taking pictures with her smartphone.]
[[You sniff pathetically,]] the last of the tears rolling down your doll-like cheeks.Lien then takes some thick white cream and smears a layer over your bottom(if: $groin is "baby")[ and pussy].
"Zinc cream, so Betsy Wetsy here doesn't get a rash," she says as she starts to re-diaper you.(set:$wetness to 0)(set:$cleanness to 0)
Just as you're sitting up after being diapered and re-dressed, your sister enters the room.(if: $diapertype is "cloth")[(set: $diaper to "flannel diaper with plastic pants")](else:)[(set: $diaper to "white diaper with pink love hearts")]
"Looks like I came just at the right time," she says smiling.
"Yes, *perfect* timing," Lien sneers, dropping your dirty diaper into (if: $diapertype is "cloth")[a pail](else:)[ a trash bin.]
"Mom's here in the lobby," your sister says to you. "Time to go home! But first, (text-style: "smear")[upsy daisy, baby]!"
Hearing those words, you feel the strength return to your legs. With Lien's help you get down from the changing table and stand on your two booteed feet.
"This way," your sister says. [[You totter unsteadily after her.]]Your sister leads you back into the main lobby. Your mom is standing at the desk, she turns and sees you, her eyes widening.
"Is that... you?"
(link:'"Yes Mom."')[(set: $chat to "Yeth Mummy.")(goto:"Yes Mom")]
(link:'"Mom! Look what they did to me! They made me into a baby girl!!"')[(set: $chat to "Mommy! Wook what they did to me! They made me into a baby girw!")(goto:"Yes Mom")]
<!--[[Yes Mom]]-->(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[, you say, blushing and hanging your head.](else:)[ you burble.]
Your mom looks visibly shocked, then says "oh... oh he, I mean she, she's adorable! What an amazing transformation!"
"Just like I promised Mom," your sister says. "No more troublesome teenage son, just an adorable baby daughter. And this time for keeps!"
"Wonderful! Just wait till you see your new bedroom, $yourname! And the outfits! They came this morning, and there's so *many* of them! Let's get you to the car, I'm only parked a block away..."
"Oh, I nearly forgot!" your sister says. "Another gift from The Special Place."
[[She goes behind a counter...]]... and comes back wheeling a large pink stroller.
"Can't expect baby to walk far yet!" she says. "In you get, $yournickname."
You dutifully get into the stroller(if:$outfittype is "dress")[ your skirts and petticoats riding up](else:)[, lying low] and exposing (if: $outfittype is "romper")[the bulk of ]your huge diaper at the front.
Your mom fastens the straps over your shoulders and fastens your ankles in place.
"There!" (display: "peenow")
Your sister leans down to talk to you. "Thanks for being such a great test subject. I'm sure we'll see you back here sometime, there's a load more stuff we can try out! One last present for the ride home..."
She holds up an oversized pacifier and places it within your lips. "Keep sucking on this."
You start sucking as your sister waves goodbye. You're still sucking as you Mommy pushes you out of the door, diaper first, into [[your new life...->reach mom's car]](if: $currentbladder is not "water")[The $currentbladder suddenly hits your bladder. ](either:"You can't hold it in any longer and release all of the pee in your bladder.","The pain in your bladder is unbearable and you flood your diaper.","You bladder control reaches breaking point and you pee yourself uncontrollably.") (if: $diapertype is "cloth")[(either:"Your soaker pads somehow hold it all.","Your plastic pants hold in the excess pee.","Your enormous cloth diaper soaks it all up.")](else:)[(either:"Your diaper somehow holds it all.","Your extra-absorbent diaper copes with the torrent.")]{(if: $peetimes < 1)[After years of being potty trained, it's hard to just let the pee flow, but eventually it comes. ]
(either:"You let [a little]<amount| pee out.","You relax and let [some]<amount| warm pee [dribble]<flow| into your diaper.","Hot pee [dribble]<flows| from [your crotch]<groinpee|.")
(if:$bladder is >3)[(set:_flows to "gushes")(set:_flow to "gush")(set:_amount to "a huge amount of")]
(if:$groin is "baby")[(replace:?groinpee)[(either:"between your pussy lips","your pee hole")]](else:)[(replace: ?groinpee)[(either:"your trapped cock","the gaps in your chastity cage")]]
(if:$bladder is >3)[(replace:?flows)[gushes](replace:?flow)[gush](replace:?amount)[a huge amount]]
(elseif:$bladder is > 1)[(replace:?flows)[flows](replace:?flow)[flow](replace:?amount)[some]]
(else:)[(replace:?flows)[dribbles](replace:?flow)[dribble](replace:?amount)[a little]]
(set: $bladder to 0)(set: $peetimes to $peetimes + 1)
(if: $peetimes >8)[You've deliberately peed your diaper so many times now, you barely register that you're doing it.](elseif: $peetimes >7)[You realise you've peed your diaper so often that it's getting easier to do without thinking about it.]}(if: $bladder is >= $bladdersize)[[ ((display:"peeyourself")(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0))]<peenow|](if: $peetimes is 9)[ [(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(display:"diaperstatus")(You feel fresh warmth spreading from your crotch and you realise you're currently peeing yourself. You've done it so many times that you didn't even think about it. Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.)(set: $peetimes to $peetimes + 1)]<peenow| ](else-if: $peetimes is >= 10)[[((display:"peejustcomes")(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)(display:"diaperstatus") Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.(set: $peetimes to $peetimes + 1))]<peenow|(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)](if: $bladder is > 0 and $bladder is <5 and $peetimes <10)[((if: $currentbladder is not "water")[The $currentbladder has hit your bladder. ](display:"bladder status")(link:$bladderstatus)[(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(replace:?peenow)[(display:"diaperstatus")(display:"voluntarypee") Your diaper is now $diaperstatus.]<peenow|])]{
###Fast-forward through Changes
}You woke up to find all the physical and mental changes had been made to you, and you were now a baby girl. Your sister took you to Outfitting.
[[outfitting<-Play "Outfitting"...]]
[[Fast-forward more...->Skip to Day Care]]{(set: $otick to 4)
###Fast-forward Outfitting
}You were then taken to Outfitting where Miss Mulaney dressed you in a huge thick |c1>[ [disposible]<c1a| or [cloth]<c1b| diaper](hidden:)|c2>[, a [baby dress]<c2a|, [baby girl's top]<c2b| or [romper]<c2c| ](hidden:)[, and mittens that made your hands useless.
Your sister then took you to the day care facility.
[[Play "Day Care"...->day care]]
[[Fast forward more...->Skip to Coming Home]] ]<c3|
{(click: ?c1a)[(set: $diaper to "pink kitten diaper")(set: $diapertype to "disposible")(replace:?c1)[disposible diaper](show:?c2)]
(click: ?c1b)[(set: $diaper to "flannel diaper with plastic pants")(set: $diapertype to "cloth")(replace:?c1)[cloth diaper](show:?c2)]
(click: ?c2a)[(set: $outfit to "a pink satin dress with a ribboned trim")(set: $outfittype to "dress")(set: $yourfirstdress to $outfit)(replace:?c2)[, a pink satin dress with a ribboned trim](show:?c3)]
(click: ?c2b)[(set: $yourfirstdress to "a pink satin dress with a ribboned trim")(set: $outfit to "a deep pink t-shirt with 'Daddy's Little Princess' printed in big white letters on the front")(set: $outfittype to "top")(replace:?c2)[, a deep pink t-shirt with 'Daddy's Little Princess' printed in big white letters on the front](show:?c3)]
(click: ?c2c)[(set: $yourfirstdress to "a pink satin dress with a ribboned trim")(set: $outfit to "a deep pink cotton onesie printed with a pattern of white and light pink baby pacifiers")(set: $outfittype to "romper")(replace:?c2)[, a deep pink cotton onesie printed with a pattern of white and light pink baby pacifiers](show:?c3)]
}{
###Fast-forward Day Care
}You spent an afternoon as a baby girl in day care. Then your mommy collected you to start your new life.(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $bladder to 1)
[[Play "Coming Home"...->reach mom's car]]
[[Fast-forward more->ff coming home]]{
###Coming Home
}You're still sucking on the large pink pacifier as you sit staring out of the back seat window of your mom's car. You've been strapped into a baby seat that makes you feel totally on display in your (if: $outfittype is "dress")[ridiculous frock](else-if: $outfittype is "top")[pathetically short baby top](else:)[infantile romper]. You wonder how many people are noticing the oversized baby girl being driven home by her mommy.
Your mom angles the sun visor so that she can see you in the vanity mirror. "How's it going back there, honey?"
[[You open your mouth to answer.->answer]]
[[You continue to silently suck your paci.->paci]] You open your mouth to answer, and in doing so the pacifier falls from your lips, and disappears somewhere into the footwell. Suddenly you feel an overwhelming sense of worry and fear, sucking the pacifier was fulfilling some need you didn't even realize you had, and now it's gone from your lips it feels like the worst thing that's ever happened. Tears involuntarily start pouring from your eyes.
"What's wrong, precious?" your mom asks.
(link:"\"I dropped my pacifier...\"")[(if: $voice is "lisp")[(goto:"lisp-paci")](else:)[(goto:"baby-paci")] ] <!--[[lisp-paci]][[baby-paci]]-->You choose not to answer, partly because you really don't feel like talking and partly because there's something weirdly soothing about having the large silicone teat in your mouth, the big pink shield bobbing in your lower vision and hitting your nose each time you suck.
"Don't wanna say anything?" your mom says. "Ohhh that's right... your sister told me you'd get attached to your binkies. She taught me all the control phrases... what was the one for this? Oh yes!"
You mom looks you in the eye through the vanity mirror and says "(text-style: "smear")[Baby doesn't need her binky now.]"
Suddenly it seems less important to keep sucking the pacifier now.
"Go ahead baby, you can take it out."
[[You reach up to remove the pacifier.]](set: $voice to "lisp")(set: $chat to "I... dwopped... my... binkee! Waaaaah!")(display:"Chatchanger") you squeal pathetically.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry honey!" your mom says. "Your sister told me that would be one of your things now, and I forgot all about it!"
(link-replace:'"Please, Mom! I need it back! I can\'t reach it!"')[|youspeak>["Pwease mommy! Get it back! I can't weach it!"] you squeak through sobs, vaguely aware though your sense of utter panic just how stupid you sound.
"Wait a minute hon. Your sis also taught me all of your control phrases... now what was this one?"
(link-replace:'"Just stop the car and get the pacifier!"')[|youspeak>["Jutht thtop the caw and get my binky! Waaaaaah!"].
"Oh shush a moment silly, it's just a pacifier, let me think... oh yes!"
You mom looks you in the eye through the vanity mirror and says "(text-style: "smear")[Baby doesn't need her binky now.]"
[[You stop crying.->stop-crying-lisp]]
]
](set: $voice to "googoo")["Waaaaaaaaaaah!!! Waaaa-uh! Waaaaah-uh! Waaaah-uh!"]<youspeak| you wail uncontrollably, banging your padded mitten fists on the arms of your baby seat.
"Oh no! Did you lose your pacifier honey?!" your mom says. "I'm so sorry, your sister told me that would be one of your things now, and I forgot all about it!"
(link-replace:'"Please, Mom! I need it back!!"')[|youspeak>["Waah-uh! Waaaaah! Waaaa-uh! Waaaaaaaaa!!"]
"She also taught me all of your control phrases... now what was this one?"
(link-replace:'"Just get the pacifier! I\'m gonna die or something!"')[|youspeak>["Waaaa-aaa-aaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaaah! Waa-uh! Waa-uh!"]
"Oh shush a moment silly, it's just a pacifier, let me think... oh yes!"
You mom looks you in the eye through the vanity mirror and says "(text-style: "smear")[Baby doesn't need her binky now.]"
[[You stop crying.->stop-crying]]
]
]The tears immediately dry up and you suddenly realize how ridiculous it was to be upset about not having a large silicone nipple to suck on. Whatever suggestion was implanted in your brain was immediately switched off by your mom saying those few words.
"There, that's better!" your Mom says. "You comfy back there?"
[["I feel ridiculous, I barely fit in this seat!"->lisp]](set: $chat to "I feew widicuwuth, I barewy fit in thith theet!")(display:"Chatchanger") you whine pathetically.
"Oh I'm sorry honey, I bought the biggest car seat I could, but I didn't realize how much bigger your butt would be in diapers! So much bigger than the last time you were my baby!"
You pout sullenly. The last time you were a baby was 16 years ago, and you never ever thought you'd be going back to it. Especially not as a baby *girl*.
[[The car rushes on.]] "To be honest, I really missed those days with you and your sister as babies," your mom says as she turns off the main road. (display:"peenow")
"Especially when your sister was little," your mom continues. "Having a baby girl around was such fun! So a few weeks back when she suggested this, er, *solution*, it just seemed to be better for everyone! I get to have a baby girl to look after again, your new dad won't have any more hang-ups about having another "man" in the house, and your sister gets to do so much research for her job!"
[["Better for everyone but *me* Mom!"->better for everyone]]You reach up to remove the pacifier from your lips but immediately realize that the thick padded mittens you're wearing are far to cumbersome for that. Instead, you spit out the pacifier, and it falls somewhere in the footwell of the car.
"Aw, why did you do that?" your mom says. "It will be all dirty now!"
(link:"\"Because these mittens make it impossible for me to hold anything mom!\"")[(if: $voice is "lisp")[(goto:"lisp-mittens")](else:)[(goto:"babble-mittens")] ] <!--[[lisp-mittens]][[babble-mittens]]-->(set: $voice to "lisp")(set: $chat to "Becoth theeth mittenth make it impothible fow me to hold anythink, mommy!")(display:"Chatchanger") you whine pathetically.
"Oh I'm sorry honey!" your mom says. "I guess I'm gonna have to get used to holding everything for you, just like the old days!"
You pout sullenly. You can't remember those "old days", they were 16 years ago, when you were an *actual* baby. And a baby *boy* not a baby *girl*, so this is a totally new and awful experience.
[[The car rushes on.]](set: $voice to "googoo")(set: $chat to "Goo goo ga ga a-ga boo boo")(display:"Chatchanger") you babble at her, your annoyance and frustration completely lost in the mindless high-pitched coos and baby sounds that The Special Place clinic replaced your normal speech with. Your mom stifles a giggle.
"Oh I'm sorry honey, I forgot for a moment you can't talk any more! I'm going to have to get used to trying to guess what you want all the time, just like in the old days!"
You pout sullenly. You can't remember those "old days", they were 16 years ago, when you were an *actual* baby. And a baby *boy* not a baby *girl*, so this is a totally new and awful experience.
[[The car rushes on.]]The tears immediately dry up and you suddenly realize how ridiculous it was to be upset about not having a large silicone nipple to suck on. Whatever suggestion was implanted in your brain was immediately switched off by your mom saying those few words.
"There that's better!" your Mom says. I'll clean your binky and give it back to you later, okay!"
[[No, it's NOT okay! I don't NEED a binky! It was just that goddamn shit they put in my head!->babble]](set: $chat to "Goo goo ga ga a-ga boo boo")(display:"Chatchanger") you babble at her, your annoyance and frustration completely lost in the mindless high-pitched coos and baby sounds that The Special Place clinic replaced your normal speech with. Your mom stifles a giggle.
"Oh I'm sorry honey, I forgot for a moment you can't talk any more! I'm going to have to get used to trying to guess what you want all the time, just like in the old days!"
You pout sullenly. You can't remember those "old days", they were 16 years ago, when you were an *actual* baby. And a baby *boy* not a baby *girl*, so this is a totally new and awful experience.
[[The car rushes on.]](set: $chat to "Better fow evwyone but me Mommy!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, silently cringing that even words like "mom" get changed to "mommy" by whatever they did to your brain.
Your mom seems to consider this for the first time.
"Yes, well, I'm sure you'll get used to it honey!" she says eventually, and then adds distractedly "In a few years or so. Look, we're here!"](else:)[ you burble contentedly.
"And of course you seem *so* much happier as a baby girl!" your mom says, and you can't tell if she really means it.
"Look, we're home!"]
She pulls into the driveway, you're [[back home]].Your step dad Vic is sitting watching TV in the living room. He jumps up as you waddle in holding your mom's hand and stares at you in amazement.
"Oh... my... God! Look what they did to him!"
"To *her*. This is $yourname, isn't she beautiful?" your mom says.
Vic rests his hands on his knees in the exaggerated manner of someone speaking to a tiny child and leans down to you.
"Well hello pretty lady!"
You sigh, [["Hello Vic."->Hello Vic]](if: $voice is "googoo")[["Googoo Da... da."]<youspeak|
(link-replace:'"Wait! I meant to say VIC!"')[|youspeak>["Goo-goo goo Da-da!!"]
Your step dad smiles bemusedly.
(link-replace:'"*NOT* Da-da! Vic! VIC!!"')[|youspeak>["Da-da, Da-da, Da-da!!"]
"Oh wow!" your mom says. "That's the first understandable word she's said! She must love her Da-da!"
"Her first word," your step dad says smirking. "That's right honey, I'm your Da-da! You wanna watch some TV?"
"I'm afraid it's $yournickname's bed time," mom says.
You look up at the clock.
[["But it's barely six!"]] ]
]](else:)[["Hewwo Daddy!"]<youspeak| you say.
"Daddy? You never used to even call me dad!"
(link-replace:'"Yes well I meant to say \'Vic\'!"')["|youspeak>[Yeth well I meant to thay Daddy!]"
"Well as long as you *meant* to say it," your step dad says, grinning. "So babygirl, you wanna watch some TV with Daddy?"
"I'm afraid it's $yournickname's bed time," mom says.
You look up at the clock.
[["But it's barely six!"]]
]](set: $chat to "But it'th barewy thickth!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeak petulantly.
"Yes but all babies need lots of sleep," mommy says. "And you're just the same. From now on you'll be in bed by six thirty at the latest.](else:)[ you babble, sounding vaguely cross.
"Yes you're starting to sound a little crotchety," mom says. "A six o-clock bedtime from now on, all babies need lots of sleep!"](display: "peenow")
"No more late night partying for you, babygirl," your dad says, going back to watching TV.
"And I can't wait for you to [[see your new bedroom]]!" mom says.You enter through a door that has a sign reading "$yourname's Nursery" in cursive script decorated with butterflies.
Light streams through lace curtains into what you remember as a dingy bedroom crowded with posters, sports trophies and junk, but is now a white and pastel-pink fairyland. Along one wall, where your bed used to be, is now a large white crib with a flowery lace canopy over it. Under the window is a table with a shiny padded surface, under which is crammed full of diapers, various bottles of baby powder and other creams and lotions.
The far wall - where your desk, TV and games console once sat - is now a full-length closet. Around the room, shelves and every free surface are filled with endless soft toys and dolls.
"Isn't it lovely?" your mom says.
[["...I... I guess so..."->I guess so]]
[["WHAT happened to my room?"->my room]](set: $chat to "I... I geth tho...")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you whisper in shocked tones.](else:)[ you drivel enthusiastically.]
"I'm so glad you like it," your mom says. "You're going to spend so much time here!"
Your mom draws the curtains to block out some of the early evening sun.
"Now, I can't believe I'm asking this after all these years," she says. "But do you need a diaper change?"(if: $wetness > 0)[
[["Yes please, mom."->yes please]]]
(if: $wetness is 0)[(link-goto:"\"No thanks Mom, I'm dry.\"","no thanks")](else:)[(link-goto:"\"No thanks Mom.\"","no thanks")]
<!--[[no thanks]]-->(set: $chat to "What happened to my *woom*?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeak incredulously.](else:)[ you drivel enthusiastically.]
"It's wonderful isn't it! The builders from the Special Place came and did it all in one week! Your daddy helped with the painting."
Your mom draws the curtains to block out some of the early evening sun.
"Now, I can't believe I'm asking this after all these years," she says. "But do you need a diaper change?"(if: $wetness > 0)[
[["Yes please, mom."->yes please]]]
(if: $wetness is 0)[(link-goto:"\"No thanks Mom, I'm dry.\"","no thanks")](else:)[(link-goto:"\"No thanks Mom.\"","no thanks")]
<!--[[no thanks]]-->(set: $chat to "No fanks mommy,")(if: $wetness is 0)[(set: $chat to it + " I'm dwy,")](display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say.](else:)[ you gurgle, shaking your head.]
"Are you sure?" your mom says, and unceremoniously sticks her fingers into the edge of your diaper.
(if: $wetness is 0)["Well so you are! Well done $yournickname! In that case, let's get you changed into this," she says, holding up a pastel yellow footed pajama suit. "Then we can get you [[into bed]]."](else:)["I thought as much, (if: $wetness is 1)[you're a bit damp](else-if: $wetness <4)[you're very wet](else:)[you're totally sodden]! Come on Betsy Wetsy, let's get you undressed and [[onto the changing table]]!] (set: $chat to "Yeth pwease mommy,")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say, blushing.](else:)[ you gurgle, nodding.]
"Okay honey, let's get you undressed and up onto the changing table."
She helps you out of your $outfittype and you waddle up [[onto the changing table]].You lie on the changing table, the shiny padded surface feeling cold against your hairless naked skin.
Your mom peels off your (if: $wetness is >4)[sodden](else-if:$wetness > 1)[wet](else:)[damp] diaper and covers her mouth in shock.
"Oh my God! I totally forgot about this!" she says, prodding your (if: $groin is "caged")[chastity cage](else:)[plump pussy mound] with her finger.
(if:$groin is "caged")["Does it hurt? No don't answer that, there's some things a mommy doesn't need to know!"](else:)["It looks just like your sister's did when she was a baby! *So* cute!"]
You bite your lip in silent horror as your mom goes through the rigmarole of changing your diaper. Singing happily to herself as she applies the various wipes and lotions and finally pins you into another huge thick diaper.(set: $wetness to 0)
"There, now lets get into this", she says, holding up a pastel yellow footed pajama suit. "Then we can get you [[into bed]]."Mom redresses you in the fleecy footed sleeper, struggling to get it over your bulging diaper. She then directs you to lie down in the crib.
"That's right (text-style: "smear")[down we go baby]."
You blink and shake your head trying to dislodge the feeling that you now can't get up.
"Now try to get lots of sleep, honey," your mom continues, raising the bars on the side of your crib. "We've got a big day tomorrow!"
[[You wonder what she means by that.]]She presses a button on the mobile fastened to the side of the crib and a soft lullaby tune starts to play. Above your head, colorful stars and moons start to spin.
You stare at her through the bars, not quite able to process how you've ended up here.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," she says, and goes to a drawer. She returns with another oversized pacifier which she pushes through your pursed lips.
"Bedtime binky! Night-night, baby girl."
Your mom leaves and closes the door behind her.
[[You spit out the paci.]]
[[You suck on your paci.]]You spit out the pacifier and it lands on the mattress. You're glad that your mom didn't say anything to make you keep sucking it. (display: "peenow")
[[You lie back and try to sleep.]]
[[You try to get out of the crib]]You suckle absent-mindedly on the large pacifier teat filling your mouth, it's huge mouth shield bumping your nose. You realize that your mom didn't actually tell you to suck it, but you still find it strangely comforting.
[[You lie back and try to sleep.]]
[[You try to get out of the crib]]You lie back, staring up at the spinning mobile above your head, it's tedious lullaby tune repeating every thirty seconds. The late afternoon sun is still streaming through the gaps in the curtains, and outside you can hear children playing, still long before their bedtimes.(if: $wetness is > 1)[
The saturated diaper between your legs is already feeling uncomfortable, you kind of regret holding out so long and not being changed when you had the chance.](if: (history:) contains "You spit out the paci.")[
You're also starting to wonder if sucking the pacifier wouldn't have been more soothing.]
All those things make it almost impossible to sleep, but eventually the timer on the mobile runs out, the kids outside go home and the sunlight starts to dim.
[[You fall asleep.]]The bars of the oversize crib aren't particularly high, but every time you try to get up, your legs start to wobble and you crash down onto the mattress. Eventually you give up. [[You lie back and try to sleep.]] (text-style: "italic")[You draw up to the lookout spot and park your car. The lights of the city are spread out below you. You vaguely wonder why huge glowing moons and five-pointed stars are spinning slowly in the sky, but it doesn't seem important.
"It's really pretty," your girlfriend Brittany says, and you remember she's sitting in the passenger seat.
Then you recall that tonight's the night you're going to try to get to third base for the first time in your life.
Brittany looks at you strangely. She's beautiful, her large breasts straining to stay inside her tight top.
[[You reach across to touch them.]]
[[You lean in to kiss her]] ](text-style: "italic")[You reach across to touch them but you realize your hands are covered in large padded gloves.
"Are those... baby mittens?" Brittany says, giggling.
"Looks like it!" a voice says from the back of the car.
[[You look back.]] ](text-style: "italic")[You lean in, but there's something in your mouth shielding the kiss. She reaches up and plucks it from between your lips.
"Why do you have a pacifier?" she asks with surprise.
"I bet he uses it all the time!" a voice says from the back of the car.
[[You look back.]] ](text-style: "italic")[In the back seat of the car sits Brandon, a rival of yours all through high school. Weirdly he's dressed in the gear you both wear for soccer practice. You didn't even realize he was in the car. He sneers at you.
"Don't mind me," he says. "Just along for the ride."
He winks at Brittany.
"When are you gonna tell him?" he says.
[["Tell me what?"]] ](text-style: "italic")["I don't think we should go out any more," Brittany says.
(link-reveal: "\"What! Why!?\"")[
"Because I'm kinda looking for for an adult, and you're... immature. And because you really need to pee right now."
You realize that you do urgently need to pee.
"It's okay," your sister says, suddenly appearing at the window. "Just pee in your diaper!"
[[You look down.]] ] ]You wake up.
The dream fades but the feeling in your crotch doesn't. You realize that you started wetting yourself in your sleep.
As the warmth spreads around your crotch you ponder the dream. Like most dreams it was a jumble of the real and unreal. Brittany really did split up with you, only a couple of days before you went to the Special Place, but Brandon wasn't there at the time. (set: $bladder to $bladder + 2)(set: $wetness to $wetness + $bladder)(set: $bladder to 0)
And you never did get to have sex with her. Or anyone in fact. You think about (if: $groin is "caged")[your caged cock, still dribbling into your diaper, and wonder if you ever will.](else:)[your baby girl's foo-foo, still dribbling pee into your diaper, and realize that you never will.]
[[You sit up in your crib.]]You wake up.
The dream fades but the pressure in your bladder doesn't. (set: $bladder to $bladder + 2)(display: "peenow")
You ponder the dream. Like most dreams it was a jumble of the real and unreal. Brittany really did split up with you, only a couple of days before you went to the Special Place, but Brandon wasn't there at the time.
And you never did get to have sex with her. Or anyone in fact. You think about (if: $groin is "caged")[your caged cock, still dribbling into your diaper, and wonder if you ever will.](else:)[your baby girl's foo-foo, still dribbling pee into your diaper, and realize that you never will.]
[[You sit up in your crib.]](text-style: "italic")[You look down, you're wearing a bulging diaper, so big that that presses against the steering wheel.
"Just pee in it like a baby," Brandon says sneering.
"Do it baby, it's okay!" Brittany says.
"Do it... do it... do it... !" they all start to chant.
The urge to pee grows stronger.
[[You pee yourself.]]
[[You hold it in.]] ] You sit up in your crib. The room is still quite dark, it must be fairly early in the morning. There are no other sounds in the house.
Slowly you realize that you have another problem.(set: $bowel to 5) Your tummy makes a gurgling noise and you now really need to take a crap again.
The bathroom is just the other side of hall from your room, (link:"you could just walk over.")[but you know there's no way you can get out of the crib right now.]
You could (link:"call for mom.")[call for mom, but her bedroom is the other side of the house, she'd never hear your (if:$voice is "lisp")[squeaky baby-girl voice](else:)[coos and gurgles] from here.]
Or you could just [[poo in your diaper]].You get up on all fours and try to poo. It's a totally different experience to taking a dump in a toilet. There your ass is exposed to the air, and crap has somewhere to go. Now your ass is encased and it's almost like you have to convince it to release a load it knows is gonna stick around.
Eventually you manage to push out the turd, a long thick cable that slides forward in your diaper. (if: $groin is "baby")[You feel a weird sensation, and realize with horror that it's pushing between the bottom of your pussy lips].(set: $cleanness to 2)(set: $bowel to 0)
[[You sit back down with a squelch.]]You're still sitting there when your mom comes in, an hour later. The smell of your poo and pee pervades the whole room.
"Pheeeeew! I know what *you* did in the night, $yournickname!"
You nod dejectedly.
"Come on, let's get you changed, it's time for [[your big day!]]{
###Your Big Day
}(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $cleanness to 0)After ten minutes on the changing table you're clean again, and sitting in your fresh diaper while mom goes to the closet that takes up one side of your nursery. She opens the doors to reveal it's filled floor-to-ceiling with outfits of all colors and types.
[[You gasp at the display.]]{
###Fast-forward Coming Home
}After a car-ride with mom, you arrived back home to start your new life as a baby girl. After meeting your "Daddy", Mom took you to your nursery where you went to bed and dreamed about your ex girlfriend.
[[Play "Your Big Day"...->your big day!]]
[[Fast forward more->ff Your Big Day]]{(set: _shapes to (ds: "kittens", "rubber ducks", "baby pacifiers", "teddy bears", "paw prints", "zoo animals", "ballet shoes", "balloons"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned", "embroidered"))
(set: _spots to (ds: "spots", "polka-dots", "flowers", "stars"))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _dress to
(either: $basecolour + " " + (either: "satin", "cotton", "taffeta", "velvet") + " dress with a " + (either:..._trims) + " trim", $basecolour + " dress " +
(either:
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._spots),
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._spots))
,
(either:...(white of $allcolours)) + " gingham dress with " + (either:..._trims) + (either: " trim", " edging", " panels", " detailing" )))
(set: $dresschoice to _dress)(link:$dresschoice)[(set:$outfit to "a " + $dresschoice)(set:$outfittype to "dress")(go-to:$gonext)]}{(set: _designs to (ds: "Hello Kitty", "Winnie the Pooh", "Minnie Mouse", "Power Puff Girls", "My Little Pony", "Disney Princess"))
(set: _slogans to (ds: "Daddy\'s Little Princess", "Mommy\'s Little Girl", "Loading Diaper, Please Wait...", "Little Miss Tinklepants", "BABYGIRL","Eat, Sleep, Poop, Repeat",$yourname))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _materials to (ds: "satin", "cotton", "taffeta", "velvet"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "wide lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned", "embroidered"))
(set: _dress to
(either: $basecolour + " t-shirt with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design printed on the front",
$basecolour + " " + (either:..._materials) + " blouse with " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._trims) + " trim",
$basecolour + " t-shirt with \'" + (either:..._slogans) + "\' printed in big " + _topcolour's 1st + " letters on the front",
$basecolour + " top with \'" + (either:..._slogans) + "\' printed in curly letters on the front"
))(set: $topchoice to _dress)(link:$topchoice)[(set:$outfit to "a " + $topchoice)(set:$outfittype to "top")(go-to:$gonext)]}{
(set: _shapes to (ds: "kittens", "rubber ducks", "baby pacifiers", "teddy bears", "paw prints", "zoo animals", "ballet shoes", "balloons", "love hearts", "bunnies"))
(set: _spots to (ds: "spots", "polka-dots", "flowers", "stars"))
(set: _designs to (ds: "Hello Kitty", "Winnie the Pooh", "Minnie Mouse", "Power Puff Girls", "My Little Pony", "Disney Princess", "Barbie"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned"))
(set: _slogans to (ds: "Daddy\'s Little Princess", "Mommy\'s Little Girl", "Loading Diaper, Please Wait...", "Little Miss Tinklepants", "BABYGIRL","Eat, Sleep, Poop, Repeat",$yourname))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...($basecolour of $allcolours)))
(set: _duncolour to (shuffled:...(datanames:$allcolours)))
(set: _dress to (either:
$basecolour + " bodysuit with \'" + (either:..._slogans) + "\' printed in big " + _topcolour's 1st + " letters on the front",
_duncolour's 1st + " t-shirt with " + _duncolour's 2nd + " dungarees",
_duncolour's 1st + " t-shirt with " + _duncolour's 2nd + " dungarees adorned with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design",
$basecolour + " " + (either: "fleece", "cotton") + " onesie " +
(either:
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" printed with a " + (either:..._designs) + " design",
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._shapes)
)))
(set: $romperchoice to _dress)(link:$romperchoice)[(set:$outfit to "a " + $romperchoice)(set:$outfittype to "romper")(go-to:$gonext)]
}Your step dad looks up from the breakfast table as you waddle into the kitchen with your mom. You're wearing the (text: $outfit's (range:3,$outfit's length)), (if: $outfittype is "dress")[the skirt of which sits on masses and masses of rustling petticoats that force you to hold your forearms out horizontally. Underneath, on clear display, is your massive diaper, which has been encased in plastic pants, white tights and a giant pair of ruffled-seat panties.](else-if: $outfittype is "top")[which comes down to just above your belly-button. Underneath, on clear display, is your double-thick diaper and naked hairless legs.](else:)[which bulges hugely over your massive diaper, the fasteners at the crotch straining to contain it.]
"Good morning Princess," your step dad says, taking in your outfit with a broad smile. "Would you like some breakfast?"
[[You nod hungrily.]](set: $gonext to "dressed")Your mom takes out an outfit and hangs it on a door handle. She then holds up one more outfit in each hand. "Which one would you like?" she says, smiling broadly.
{You look at the outfits. There's a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"top-style-2"), a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"dress-style-2"), or a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"romper-style-2")}.<!--[[dressed]]-->You're absolutely starving, and nod so hard your (if: $hairstyle is "ringlets")[ringlets](else-if:$hairstyle is "braids")[braids](else:)[pigtails] bounce around like crazy.
"Let's get you up into your chair then," your step dad says.
You notice the adult-sized high chair for the first time. "Courtesy of the Special Place," your step dad says. He picks you up under each arm and easily lifts you into the seat, locking the tray in place in front of you.
"All safe and sound baby," he says, squeezing your cheek.
He goes over to the kitchen "I was gonna do eggs and bacon", he says to your mom. (display: "peenow")
"That's great honey," your mom says. "I'll sort out $yournickname's breakfast."
[["Can't I have eggs and bacon?"]](set: $chat to "Can't I haff eggth and bacon?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say.
"Don't be silly honey," your mom says. "Now you're a baby you have to eat proper baby food. Don't worry I've been cooking up batches for days!"](else:)[ you burble.
"Sounds like she's starving," your dad says. "Don't worry mommy's made you lots of delicious food. She's been batching it up for days."]
Your mom goes to the freezer and pulls out two ice cube trays.
"Now then (display: "babyfood"); or (display:"babyfood")?"
[[You point your mitten at the first tub.->tub]]
[[You point your mitten at the second tub.->tub]]
[[You refuse to choose.->refusetochoose]](either: "spinach", "kale", "broccoli", "Brussel sprout", "asparagus"), (either: "butternut squash", "cauliflower", "cod", "salmon", "chicken", "beetroot") and (either: "banana", "mango", "pear", "apple", "prune", "kiwi")Your mom empties some of the frozen puree cubes into a bowl and then sticks it in the microwave, while your dad lays out their breakfast.
"This is gonna need a few minutes to cool down to room temperature," your mom says, putting the bowl by an open window. "So you just sit quiet while we eat our breakfast okay baby?"
You sit and watch them eat their delicious-looking breakfast.(display: "peenow")
"Now then, whooos a hungy lil' baybee?" mom says, stirring the gloopy baby food as she comes over to your high chair.
"Oh I almost forgot!" she says, reaching into a drawer and [[pulling out a piece of material.]]"Fine, I'll choose," your mom says, putting those two tubs back in the freezer and pulling out another.
"You're having (display:"babyfood")."
You [[scrunch up your face.->tub]]She holds it up to show you. It's a small knitted bib embroidered with *$yourname* in decorative letters.
"When I told Grandma you were coming back home as a baby girl she knitted these specially!"
(link:'"Grandma knows!?"')[(show:?fish)(set: $chat to "Gwandma knowth!?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeak in shock.
"Everyone knows, silly! We could hardly keep it a secret!"](else:)[ you gurgle.
"Well you can thank her in person later, honey!"]]|fish)[ mom says, holding a spoonful of the pureed gunk up to your mouth.
The smell of the lukewarm mixture of ingredients is awful, and makes you gag without even tasting it.
"Come on honey, open up for the breakfast train!" your mom says in a sing-song voice as she moves the spoon towards your lips...
[[...and you open your mouth.]]
[[...but you turn your face away.]]
]You open your mouth as wide as you can, which isn't actually that wide since your facial restructuring. Your plumped lips and chubbier cheeks now only capable of forming a small round 'O' that the spoon touches both sides as your mom pushes it in.
You close your lips and your mom withdraws the spoon, leaving the gloop on your tongue. It tastes as bad as it smells.
[[You push it out with your tongue.]]
[[You say "this is awful".]]
[[You swallow reluctantly.]]You turn your face away just as mom pushes the spoon forward, and the food ends up all over your cheek.
"Oh $yourname!" your mom chides as the mess drips down your cheek onto your bib. "Such a messy baby! Don't you want your delicious breakfast!"
"Perhaps she's not ready for solid food," your step-dad says, winking at you.
"Is that it? Would you like some formula instead, baby?"
[[You nod, anything would be better than this.]]
[[You shake your head. You'd rather have solid food than just formula.]]You push the gloop out with your tongue and it falls down your chin and dribbles onto your bib.
"Oh $yourname!" your mom chides. "Such a messy baby! Don't you want your delicious breakfast?"
"Perhaps she's not ready for solid food," your step-dad says, winking at you.
"Is that it? Would you like some formula instead, baby?"
[[You nod, anything would be better than this.]]
[[You shake your head. You'd rather have solid food than just formula.]]You force yourself to swallow the awful mush. You mom smiles "there's a good girl! Here comes another!"
She spends the next few minutes feeding you the rest of the bowl, seemingly happy that you 'like' what she's made for you. After the food you're give a sippy-cup of weak juice to finish.
"I missed these family mealtimes once you started disappearing out with your friends every day, but now that you're dependent on being fed by someone else, *every* meal will be a family mealtime again!"(set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"sippy cup juice",2))
You suckle the sippy cup, the tiny holes slowly releasing squirts of very weak orange flavour.
"I kinda miss the bonding when you and your sister used to breastfeed," your mom says wistfully.
"Didn't the Special Place catalog have something about breastfeeding in it?" your step dad says, without looking up from his phone.
"That's right!" your mom says. "They have a hormone treatment that induces lactation. Perhaps I should talk to your sister about it!"
[[You just continue to suck your sippy cup.->continue to suckle.]] Your mom tuts and leaves you to go prepare a bottle of formula. (display: "peenow")
By the time she returns the mess has dried to your face.
"Sorry it took so long," she says, holding the nipple to your lips. "I'm not used to preparing formula. You were breastfed originally, remember?"
You don't remember, of course, it was a long time ago. You take the nipple between your lips and begin to suck. (if: (history:) contains "formula")[It tastes just as bland as before, but at least it's better than the baby food.](else:)[The formula is slightly sweet and incredibly bland, the flavor in your mouth is mainly of rubber from the nipple itself. .]
"Didn't the Special Place catalog have something about breastfeeding in it?" your step dad says, without looking up from his phone.
"That's right!" your mom says. "They have a hormone treatment that induces lactation. Perhaps I should talk to your sister about breastfeeding you, $yourname? Wouldn't that be nice!"(set: $drinkhistory's 2nd to (a:"formula",2))
You stare at her wide-eyed as you [[continue to suckle.]]"Well you better get used to this then," mom says. She uses the spoon to scrape some of the food from your bib and face and holds it to your lips.
[[You swallow reluctantly.]] (if: $voice is "lisp")[You start to speak but only succeed in spitting out your mouthful of food. It dribbled down your chin and onto your bib.](else:)[Instead of speaking you let out a long and messy raspberry that sprays food all over your face.]
"Oh $yourname!" your mom chides. "Such a messy baby! Don't you want your delicious breakfast?"
"Perhaps she's not ready for solid food," your step-dad says, winking at you.
"Is that it? Would you like some formula instead, baby?"
[[You nod, anything would be better than this.]]
[[You shake your head. You'd rather have solid food than just formula.]]Once breakfast is over you're cleaned up and taken into the living room by your mom. On one side a large barred play-pen has been set up.
"Lets put you in here while Mommy gets things sorted around the house," she says, "Then I'll take you to the mall with me."
(if: $voice is "lisp")[(link:'"Dressed like this?" you ask in horror.')[(set: $chat to "Dwessed wike thith?")(display:"Chatchanger") you squeak in terror.
"Of course dressed like that, silly! You can't change outfits all day!"
(link:'"But someone might see me!')[(set: $chat to "But thomeone might thee me!")(display:"Chatchanger")
"Lots of people will see you! It's always busy at the mall."
(link:'"Can\'t I just stay here or something?')[(set: $chat to "Can't I jutht thtay here or thomething?")(display:"Chatchanger")
"Well then Daddy would have to look after you and he's got lots of chores around the house today."
[["But... but..."]]
]]]](else:)[(link:'"Dressed like this?" you ask in horror.')[(set: $chat to "Dwessed wike thith?")(display:"Chatchanger") you babble.
"Yes it will be lots of fun honey! Everyone will get to see you in your pretty $outfittype and new stroller..."
(link:'"But I don\'t wanna be seen! Nooo!')[|youspeak>["Waaaah! Waaaah!"] you start to bawl.
"Oh dear! Someone's getting grizzly! Lets sort that out..."
[["You can't sort this out..."]]
]]]["But... but..."]<youspeak|
“That's enough buts, missy! I think somebody needs her binky!” your mom says, producing another oversized pacifier with a fat bulb and large white faceplate.
Before you can say any more she's deftly popped it between your yielding lips and commanded you not to spit it out.
You find it impossible to talk with the large teat filling your mouth. “Just as effective as the last time you were a baby!” your mom says. Now let’s get you [[into your play pen.]]“I think somebody needs her binky!” your mom says, producing another oversized pacifier with a fat bulb and large white faceplate.
Before you can complain any more she's deftly popped it between your yielding lips and commanded you to keep sucking, and not to spit it out.
You find it impossible to even vocalise babble with the large teat filling your mouth, and the last wail dies in your throat.Suckling the rubber teat seems way more soothing than it should be.
“Just as effective as the last time you were a baby!” your mom says. Now let’s get you [[into your play pen.]]It's difficult to go from standing to sitting with the huge mass of diaper between your legs, and you plop your behind onto the floor of the barred play pen with all the grace of a toddler falling down after taking her first steps.
Just to reinforce that you're not getting back up, your mom mutters the "(text-style: "smear")[down we go baby]" command phrase and swings the gate shut and locks the catch.
"Look, there's lots of toys to keep you occupied while mommy gets ready. Oh, and speaking of toys, I nearly forgot!"
She goes to a shelf and returns with a large stuffed baby-girl doll. Embroidered on it's pink dungarees is *Baby's First Doll*.
"Isn't she cute? The man in the toy store said she was meant to be for display purposes only, because she's too big for normal babies, but I just had to have her!(if: $voice is "lisp")[ Perhaps you can think of a name for her?"
[[She hands you the doll.]]](else:)["
She hands you the doll. (set: $dollname to "Lucy")(set: $dolllispname to "Luthy")(set: $dollnickname to "Lucy")
"Her name is Lucy," she says. "I'll be back at around eleven honey, you and Lucy have fun!"
She heads out of the room. [[You look up at the clock.]]]
You look up at the clock on the wall. It's 10:02 AM. (set: $playtime to 2)(set: $lastpee to 2) A whole hour just sitting here?! You look around your play-pen. It's not particularly high, but you know that you won't be able to scale the sides, or even work the latch on the gate with your mittened hands.
Around you, several toys have been scattered. Apart from the doll there's some alphabet block letters, a rainbow-hued xylophone and a bunny-rabbit stuffie with a bizarrely donut-shaped body.
[[You sit and stare at the wall.]]
[[You pick up your doll.->doll]]
[[You look at the blocks.->blocks]]
[[You look at the xylophone->xylophone]]
[[You pick up the bunny rabbit.->bunny]](if: $playtime is >= 56)[Your mom comes back in to see you just sitting in your play pen starting at the wall. "What's the matter honey? Were the toys too hard for you?"
[[You frown.]] ](else:)[ You sit and stare at the wall, just suckling your pacifier. (set: $playtime to $playtime + 2)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))
After what seems like a few minutes of tedium, you look up at the clock. It's now 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).{
(if: $playtime - $lastpee > 11)[(set: $lastpee to $playtime)(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))](set: $drinkhistory's last to(a:"water",1))(display: "peenow")]
}
[[You pick up your doll.->doll]]
[[You look at the blocks.->blocks]]
[[You look at the xylophone->xylophone]]
[[You pick up the bunny rabbit.->bunny]] ](if: $playtime is >= 50)[Your mom walks in and startles you just as you're about the play with the blocks again. "My that's quite a look of concentration for a little baby!"
[[You frown.]] ](else:)[ (if: (history:) contains "blocks")[(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))You play with the blocks some more, seeing what words you can spell.(set: $playtime to $playtime + 8)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))](else:)[There are five wooden blocks, in various colors and carved with large letters on each side. Your mittens are actually too cumbersome to pick a block up, but you work out you can roll them around so that a different letter is on the top. You realize that with a bit of effort you could spell out words, possibly even communicate something (you can click/touch the blocks).(set: $playtime to $playtime + 7)] {
(if: $playtime - $lastpee > 11)[(set: $lastpee to $playtime)(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))](set: $drinkhistory's last to(a:"water",1))(display: "peenow")]
}
{(set: $block to (A:))
(set: $block's 1st to (a:"D","M","X"))
(set: $block's 2nd to (a:"O","A","I","Y"))
(set: $block's 3nd to (a:"A","M","D","Z"))
(set: $block's 4th to (a:"D","P","M","Z"))
(set: $block's 5th to (a:"Y","A","V"))
}|allblocks>[(t8n-arrive:"shudder")[(cycling-link: bind $word's 1st, $word's 1st, ...($block's 1st - (a:$word's 1st)))]<blockred|[(cycling-link: bind $word's 2nd, $word's 2nd, ...($block's 2nd - (a:$word's 2nd)))]<blockblue|[(cycling-link: bind $word's 3rd, $word's 3rd, ...($block's 3rd - (a:$word's 3rd)))]<blockred|[(cycling-link: bind $word's 4th, $word's 4th, ...($block's 4th - (a:$word's 4th)))]<blockgreen|[(cycling-link: bind $word's 5th, $word's 5th, ...($block's 5th - (a:$word's 5th)))]<blockblue|]
Eventually you get bored of changing letters and sit back. It’s 10:(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1))
[[You sit and stare at the wall.]]
[[You pick up your doll.->doll]]
[[You look at the xylophone->xylophone]]
[[You pick up the bunny rabbit.->bunny]] ](if: $playtime is >= 50)[You're patiently plinking out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on your toy xylophone when your mom finally walks back in. She gives you a little round of applause.
"Bravo! Bravo! What a talented little girl you are!"
[[You frown.]] ](else:)[(if: (history:) contains "xylophone")[(set: $playtime to $playtime + 10)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))(set: $xyloskill to $xyloskill +1)(if: $xyloskill is 1)[You manage to get a baton grasped between your mittens again and carefully hit a few notes. You realize you might be able to play a tune.](else-if: $xyloskill is 2)[You grasp the baton again and try to play the only basic tune you know, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. You actually start to get it right just as the baton slips from your mittens.](else:)[You practice Twinkle Twinkle Little Star a bit more, carefully clinking out the notes before the baton slips from your mittens again.]
You look up at the clock, it's 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).](else:)[The wooden xylophone has eight bars in rainbow colors, and a pair of chunky batons. With great deliberation you're able to get one of the batons between your mittened hands and clumsily hit it against a bar, it makes a pleasing "clunk" sound but the baton flies out of your hands.(set: $playtime to $playtime + 4)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))You suckle frustratedly and look up at the clock. It's 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).] {
(if: $playtime - $lastpee > 11)[(set: $lastpee to $playtime)(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))](set: $drinkhistory's last to(a:"water",1))(display: "peenow")]
}
[[You pick up the baton again.->xylophone]]
[[You sit and stare at the wall.]]
[[You pick up your doll.->doll]]
[[You look at the blocks.->blocks]]
[[You pick up the bunny rabbit.->bunny]] ](if: $playtime is >= 50)[You're patiently shaking the bunny when you realize that your mom has walked in behind you and has been watching you with a huge smile on her face. You drop the rattle and blush.
"You were really enjoying your bunny rattle!" she says. "It's funny I thought you might be playing with some of the less... babyish toys! But it's cute though!"
[[You frown.]] ](else:)[(if: (history:) contains "bunny")[You pick up the bunny rattle again and shake it for a few minutes, finding the jingling coming from it's tummy vaguely distracting.
(set: $playtime to $playtime + 10)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))When you glance at the clock again, you're surprised to see it's now 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).](else:)[Using your mittened hands you pick up the oddly-shaped bunny rabbit, which makes a slightly jangling tinkling sound as you move it. You realize it's some kind of baby rattle. Clasping it between your slippery mittened hands, you give it a few experimental shakes. The sound is vaguely pleasing.(set: $playtime to $playtime + 4)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))When you glance at the clock again, you see it's 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).] {
(if: $playtime - $lastpee > 11)[(set: $lastpee to $playtime)(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))](set: $drinkhistory's last to(a:"water",1))(display: "peenow")]
}
[[You shake the rattle some more.->bunny]]
[[You sit and stare at the wall.]]
[[You pick up your doll.->doll]]
[[You look at the blocks.->blocks]]
[[You look at the xylophone->xylophone]] ](if: $playtime is >= 50)[You're hugging $dollname when mom comes back in. "Oh I knew you'd love your new dolly! I remembered you bought one for Hannah, of course I didn't realize at the time you wanted one for yourself!"
[[You frown.]] ](else:)[ (if: (history:) contains "doll")[(set: $dollflag to $dollflag + 1)(If: $dollflag is 1)[Almost without realizing, you pick up $dollname again and start to hug her. There's something reassuring about holding her, and you wonder if the Special Place implanted some kind of suggestion in your head relating to dolls. You suckle the pacifier - that another suggestion has stopped you from spitting out - and wonder what other things are planted in there.](else:)[You hug $dollname some more for comfort. She smells nice.]
(set: $playtime to $playtime + 9)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))When you glance at the clock again, you see it's now 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).](else:)[You pick up the doll. You remember buying one just like it, although smaller, as a present for your niece when she was a baby. You can even remember what it said on the box "Baby's First Doll, suitable for 0+. Soft, Huggable and machine washable! Develops: security and happiness, gross motor skills."
As you think about it, the doll slips from your slippery mittens. So much for gross motor skills, you think to yourself. (set: $playtime to $playtime + 3)(set: _minute to "0" + (text:$playtime))You glance at the clock, it's 10:(text: _minute's (-2))(text: _minute's (-1)).] {
(if: $playtime - $lastpee > 11)[(set: $lastpee to $playtime)(set: $bladder to $bladder + (a:...$drinkhistory's 1st)'s 2nd)(set: $currentbladder to $drinkhistory's 1st's 1st)(set: _length to $drinkhistory's length - 1)
(for: each _i, ...(range:1,_length))[(set: $drinkhistory's (_i) to $drinkhistory's (_i+1))](set: $drinkhistory's last to(a:"water",1))(display: "peenow")]
}
[[You pick up the doll again.->doll]]
[[You sit and stare at the wall.]]
[[You look at the blocks.->blocks]]
[[You look at the xylophone->xylophone]]
[[You pick up the bunny rabbit.->bunny]] ]"So are we ready for our trip to the mall?" mom asks.
[[You nod, nervously sucking your paci.->You nod pensively]]
(if: (history:) contains "blocks")[[You point a mitten at the line of blocks.]]Half an hour later your seated in your car seat(set: $wetness to 1) staring idly out of the window as your mom stops the car in the underground mall car park.
She helps you out of your car seat into your buggy and straps you in, sitting $dollname in your lap for you to hold.
You're mom has just pushed you onto the elevator and turned to press the button when another mother arrives with her own toddler in a buggy.
"Room for a..." she starts, and then sees you, the big baby in an oversized buggy. "... small one?"
"Sure," your mom says, letting the woman squeeze into the elevator next to you.
The woman seems to relax once the elevator is moving, and starts to talk to your mom.
"Are you going to use the drop-in childcare while you shop?"
"Childcare?" your mom says.
"Oh yeah, I use it all the time with my little one. You just leave your kid with them and pick them up when you're done."
[[The elevator arrives at the shops.]]Your mom looks down at the line of blocks and carefully reads what you've spelled out.
(set: _said to (str:...$word))(if: _said is "MOMMY" or "MOMMA" or "MAMMA" or "MAMMY")["_said. Oh you wanted your Mommy! I'm here now honey, and we're going to spend the whole day together, [[let's go!->You nod pensively]]"](else-if: _said is "DADDA" or "DADDY")["_said. Ohhh! Daddy? You want your daddy?"
She calls out of the room. "Honey, can you come in here?"
Your step dad enters from the next room, where he's set up a gym. He's sweating a little, he's obviously been working out. "What is it?" he asks, patting his head with a towel.
"Look at what $yourname wrote with her blocks!"
"Uh... wow!"
"She really loves her daddy! Perhaps she should stay with you today? Get in a bit of daddy-daughter bonding?"
Your step dad smirks. "I guess so, I just got to finish my workout."
"In that case I'll change baby's diaper while you work out. Then I'll go to the mall and leave you with $yourname! Right, $yournickname, let's [[get you a new diaper]]."
](else-if: _said is "DIAPY")["_said. Oh honey, do you need a diaper change already? It'll just have to wait, [[let's go!->You nod pensively]]"](else-if: _said is "DIZZY")["_said. You're feeling dizzy? I don't understand honey!"
Your reach down to move the blocks to spell something else, but your mom stops you.
"No time for that, we need to get [[get going!->You nod pensively]]"](else-if: (_said is "MADDY") and ($yourname is "Madison"))["_said. You spelled out your own name! Such a *clever* little baby!"
Your reach down to move the blocks to spell something else, but your mom stops you.
"No time for that, we need to get [[get going!->You nod pensively]]"](else-if: _said is "XYZZY")["_said. Wow! You found the cheat code for the story! You win a special prize! Just tell the writer of the story you found this, their contact details appear at the end! [[continue->You nod pensively]]"](else:)["_said. Is that supposed to mean something honey? Maybe you need to learn your ABCs again! [[Let's go!->You nod pensively]]"]
You realize you're getting used to the routine of your diaper changes now. The coolness on your damp skin when your mom takes off your old diaper. The feel of the baby wipes as your mom gently cleans (if: $groin is "baby")[in and around your plump baby foo-foo](else:)[around your cock cage]. The smell of the ointments and baby lotions.
Soon you're sitting up, freshly diapered, on the living room floor, watching your mom as she looks through a baby care book.(set: $wetness to 0)
Your dad comes back in from his work out. "I'm ready!"
"That's good," your mom says. "Here's the page in the book about daddy-daughter bonding. Now $yourname, be good for your daddy! I'm off to the mall, lots of stuff to get before this evening!"
She leaves.
Your step dad picks up the book [[and reads]].Your step dad reads from the baby care book in slow and deliberate tones.
"Bonding with a baby girl can be hard work for a busy father, but here are some activities that can help daddy and daughter get closer..."
He looks down the list.
"Number one... bath time. Bathing your baby is a delightful way to spend special time together."
He looks up at you.
"I don't think you need a bath just yet, baby girl."
[[He continues to read.->number two]]Your step dad carries you upstairs and places you on the bathroom floor while he runs a bath. He pours one of your mom's bubble bath mixtures into the water, which makes the bathroom smell of lavender.
While the bath is running, he undresses you on the bathroom floor, removing your (if: $outfittype is "dress")[dress and the rest of your outfit before finally removing](else-if:$outfittype is "romper")[one-piece and then ](else:)[top and] your (if:$wetness is 0)[dry](else:)[wet] diaper. (set: $outfit to "nothing")
He lets out a low whistle of amazement when he sees your (if:$groin is "baby")[vagina. "Wow, I can't believe you let them do that to you! You really wanted the complete package, huh? It's pretty I guess. So smooth and plump!"](else:)[cock cage. "Wow, I can't believe you let them do this to you! That must really hurt when you get... well it must hurt."]
He turns away to turn off the tap, leaving your lying on the bathroom floor.(set: $olddiaper to $diaper)(set: $diaper to "none")
"Did you ever get to use it before it was (if:$groin is "baby")[taken away](else:)[locked up]?"
[[You shake your head, sadly.]]
[[You make no indication.]]Your step dad looks down the list.
"Most of these ideas are too old for you," he says, apparently forgetting that up until a few weeks ago you were an eighteen year old boy.
"Oh, here's one," he reads. "Drawing and painting. Arts and crafts with daddy are a fun way for your baby to express her creativity!" (display: "peenow")
"I think I saw some finger paints in the toy crate in your room, let's do some painting!"
In a few minutes you're sitting back in your high chair. Your step dad has put some bowls of paint and a sheet of paper onto the tray in front of you.
"There you go honey!"
You look down at the paints, and then at your hands, both hopelessly trapped in thick shiny mittens.
[[You raise your mittened hands up to show Vic.]]
[[You dip a mitten into the paint.]]You shake your head and stifle a sob behind your pacifier.
"Damn! Never even got to try it..." your step dad says. "And now you never will."
[[He easily lifts you into the bath.]]"Don't wanna say huh?" your step dad says. "Well I hope if you did you enjoyed it. Because it ain't ever happening again."
[[He easily lifts you into the bath.]]Your step dad is so much bigger and stronger than you that it takes him little effort to lift you into the sweet-smelling bath water. You feel incredibly small and vulnerable next to him, the difference between you all the more enhanced by your nakedness. His arms muscular and hairy; yours thin and smooth. His whole physique chiseled and tanned; yours totally untoned, rounded with baby-fat and pale pink.
He proceeds to carefully bathe you, his huge hands squeezing a sponge against your skin.
"We won't wash your hair," he says, pointing to your $hairstyle. "From what your mom says your hair is pretty much teflon coated anyway."
Then he washes your lower half under the water. Running his rough hands over your smooth hairless legs, (if: $groin is "baby")[finally running a shudder-inducing finger briefly between your pussy lips](else:)[squeezing the sponge against your trapped cock].
"Let's get you out and [[dry you off]]."He empties the bath with you still in it, then swaddles you in a huge pink bath towel and carries you to the bedroom.
He then sits down on the bed with you in his lap.
"Lets get you nice and dry!"
He starts to rub your shoulders and neck through the towel, working his way down. You squirm a little in his lap, you're sitting on something hard that's making it uncomfortable. You realize suddenly that it's your step dad's long hard cock, pressing against your (if: $groin is "baby")[naked pussy](else:)[cock cage] through the towel. It feels so much bigger than your (if: $groin is "baby")[own cock ever was](else:)[own poor trapped peepee].
Your step dad notices you moving. "Stop squirming babygirl, you'll just make it harder! Anyway, that's just for your mommy. And besides, you're *far* too little for that kinda thing."
You suckle your pacifier and blush pinker than the towel.
"Lets [[get you dressed]] then, honey."You raise your hands up to show Vic your restrictive baby mittens, and suckle your pacifier expectantly.
"Oh the mittens, riiiight... you can't really do finger painting without fingers can you?"
You shake your head.
"Let's see if we can get these off, just for a while. Don't tell your sister!"
He spends a few minutes carefully removing the tiny buckles that keep your mittens in place.
"There!"
It feels strange not having the mittens on. You spend a few moments stretching your fingers, staring and them and remembering what it feels like to have fine control over your hands.
"Aw look at the baby's little fingers!" your dad says mockingly. "I need to go to the bathroom. Some of us don't get to just go wherever we are!"
He leaves you alone.
[[You start to finger paint.]]
[[You try and work the catch on the high chair's table.]]You dip a mitten into some red paint, and then splodge it onto the paper. It makes a circular blob. Your step dad looks unimpressed.
"Well I guess that's a start. Look, I need to go to the bathroom. Some of us don't get to just go wherever we are! You keep painting, I'll be back in a moment."
He leaves you alone.
[[You add a green splodge.->splodge]]
[[You add a blue splodge.->splodge]]You reach over to dip your mitten into the bowl but clumsily knock the rim of the bowl, sending it flying.
When your step dad comes back he sees you, suckling pathetically, paint dripping down your face and over your $outfittype.
"It looks like we need that bath after all," he says, smirking.
[[You nod dejectedly.->bath time]]You dip a finger in some paint and hold it above the paper, then realize you're not quite sure what to paint.
[[Paint a picture of daddy.]]
[[Paint a picture of mommy.]]
[[Just paint a mess.]]To your surprise, your newly dexterous fingers make easy work of the catch that holds the tray table in place. You could easily lift it up and escape.
[[You lift the tray table.]]
[[You decide not to risk it.]]With as much care as you can, you paint a picture of Vic's face. It's tricky with just fingers and a few colors of paint but you manage to make a big pink face with a small brown beard like he has. Underneath you scrawl DADDY with your best finger-writing.
Your step dad comes back in.
"DADDY? Wow that's so good baby! Did you paint that for me?!"
You nod.
"That's so nice of you! I guess you really do love your daddy! Let's get you all cleaned up!"
[[He takes you for a bath.->bath time]]You've never been good at art, and you're not really interested in painting. You decide to just do a lot of big multicolored hand prints. By the time your step dad returns, the page is covered with paint, and you're quite painty too.
Your step dad rolls his eyes. "You know, I thought your mom and sister were a bit crazy for turning you into a baby, but I can see it really suits you. Let's get you cleaned up."
[[You look at your hands and nod.->bath time]] You lift the tray table, sending the bowls of paint clattering messily over the floor. You then hop down from the high seat, realizing only after your bootees hit the floor that you're still unable to walk. You crash down painfully onto your diapered behind, sending paint bowls everywhere.
When your step dad comes back in, you're still there, covered in paint and sniffing away tears.
"I can see you need the mittens all the time," he says crossly. "And after I clean up in here, you need a bath."
[[You sniff and nod.->bath time]] You decide not to risk it and click the catch back into place. Just then your step dad walks back in.
"You didn't paint anything?" he says. "Okay, well I guess we'll just give you a bath instead."
[[You shrug.->bath time]](set:$gonext to "feeding time")(set: $diaper to $olddiaper)"I've no idea what little baby girls like to wear," your step dad says as he opens the doors to your closet.
"Which outfit do you like?" he says, holding up a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"top-style-2"), a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"dress-style-2"), or a (set: $basecolour to (either:...(datanames:$allcolours)))(display:"romper-style-2").(set: $wetness to 0)<!--[[feeding time]]-->{
###The Party
}Just as you finish sucking the last of your lunch from your daddy's finger, your mom walks back in.
"So did $yourname behave for her Daddy?" she asks, dropping some bags of shopping on floor.
(if: (history:) contains "Paint a picture of daddy.")["Good as gold," your step dad says. "Looks what she did."
He points to the refrigerator where the picture you painted is hanging.
"You painted a picture of your Daddy!" your mom exclaims, admiring your childish effort. I didn't know you were an *artist*, $yournickname!"](if: (history:) contains "Paint a picture of mommy.")["Good as gold," your step dad says. "Looks what she did."
He points to the refrigerator where the picture you painted is hanging.
"You painted a picture of me!" your mom exclaims, admiring your childish effort. I didn't know you were an *artist*, $yournickname!"](if: (history:) contains "You lift the tray table.")["She's a naughty, messy baby," your step dad says. "I let her have her mittens off and she made a huge mess."
Your mom frowns. "Looks like those mittens need to stay on all the time, $yourname!"](if: (history:) contains "splodge")["She's a messy baby," your step dad says. "We did some finger painting but she made so much mess I had to give her a bath."
Your mom winks at you. "Bath time with your Daddy? I bet you made the mess on purpose $yourname!"](if: (history:) contains "You decide not to risk it.")["She was okay," your step dad says. "She couldn't quite manage finger painting so I gave her a bath instead.
Your mom winks at you. "Bath time with your Daddy? I bet you enjoyed that $yourname!"] (display: "peenow")
"Did you get everything you need?" your step dad asks your mom.
"Oh yeah, we're totally ready for the party!"
[["Party? What sort of party!?"]]With as much care as you can, you paint a picture of your mom's face. It's tricky with just fingers and a few colors of paint but you manage to make a big pink face with a lot of yellow hair and red lips. Underneath you scrawl MOMMY with your best finger-writing.
Your step dad comes back in.
"MOMMY? Wow that's so good! Well, good for *such* a little baby girl."
You grimace.
"Your mom's be telling me she's been a bit worried she made the right decision letting you be turned into a baby girl, but when she sees this she'll know how much you love her for it! Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
[[He takes you for a bath.->bath time]](set: $chat to "Party? What thort of party!?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeal.
"Well, all sorts of party, $yourname! I didn't get to have a baby shower *before* you were, well, *re*-born. This is gonna be your christening, baby shower, and sip-and-see all rolled into one!"
[(link:"\"What's a sip and see?\"")[(set: $chat to "What'th a thip and thee?")(display:"Chatchanger") you demand.
"It's like a party you have so that all the relatives and friends of a family can get to meet the new baby. It's going to be so much fun! Your sister is bringing some potential clients of The Special Place so they can see how you turned out! And Hannah will be here so you'll have someone to play with. We've even invited some of your friends!"
[["Noooo!!!"->Getting Ready]] ]]](else:)[ you gurgle mindlessly.
"That's right precious! A great big party just for you! It's going to be so much fun! Your sister is bringing some potential clients of The Special Place so they can see how you turned out! And Hannah will be here so you'll have someone to play with. I even bumped into a couple of your friends in the mall and invited them!"
[["Noooo!!!"->Getting Ready]]](either:"You feel fresh warmth in your crotch and realise you've peed yourself again.","You involuntarily let out some more pee into your diaper.","You pee yourself again.")<peenow|You look down at the doll held between your mittened hands.
"So, what's her name, do you think?" your mom asks sweetly, pulling the paci from your lips.
For some reason, a name pops into your head.
{(set: _namelist to (a:))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Abigail","Abby","Abigayuw")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Amelia","Amy","Ameeyee-ah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ava","Ava","Ayvah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Avery","Avery","Averwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Camila","Cammy","Camiwwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Charlotte","Charlie","Thyarwutte")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Chloe","Chloe","Chwohwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Ella","Ella","Ewwah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Emily","Emmy","Emmiwee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Evelyn","Evie","Everwyn")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Grace","Gracie","Gwayth")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isabella","Issy","Ithabewwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Isla","Isla","Iywah")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Jessica","Jessie","Jethicka")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Layla","Layla","Waywa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Lillian","Lily","Wiwwyan")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Madison","Maddy","Madithun")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Mila","Mila","Meewa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Nora","Nora","Norwa")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Olivia","Olivia","Owivvy-uh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Penelope","Penny","Penewwopee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Rebecca","Becky","Webecca")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Riley","Riley","Why-wee")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Samantha","Sammie","Thamantha")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Sophia","Sophie","Thofeeya")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Taylor","Taylor","Taywuh")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Victoria","Vicky","Victorwia")))
(set: _namelist to _namelist + (a:(a:"Zoey","Zoey","Thowey")))
(for: each _line, ... _namelist)[
` `(if: _line's 1st is not $yourname)[(print: "(link: _line's 1st)[(set: $dollname to '" + _line's 1st + "')(set: $dolllispname to '" + _line's 3st + "')(set: $dollnickname to '" + _line's 2nd + "')(goto: 'Doll Name')]")]
]<!--[[Doll Name]]-->}["$dolllispname"]<youspeak| you say.
"$dollname?" your mom replies, as she pops the pacifier back into your mouth. "That's a pretty name!"
You shrug.
"I'll be back at around eleven honey," mom continues. "You and $dollname have fun!"
She heads out of the room. [[You look up at the clock.]]"The center is just here," the other lady says, pushing her buggy off towards a glass-windowed block in the centre of the mall concourse.
Your mom leans over the side of the buggy to talk to you.
"What do you think, $yourname? Do you wanna stay in the play center while mommy goes shopping?"
You look at the crowds in the mall, wondering which would be worse - being spotted like this with your mom, or spending an hour in a play center with a bunch of kids.
[[You nod your head.]]
[[You shake your head.]]Your mom wheels you into the drop-in play centre. The young woman woman on the reception looks up from her phone, and nearly drops it when she sees you.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," she says. "We don't, uh, take kids older than eight..."
Your mom walks over and starts to say something quietly in the woman's ear. She looks at you again, her eyes widening as your mom speaks.
"Oh... *oh*! I see... I'm so sorry! Well of course you can leave her here!"
She goes to talk to the other two ladies running the centre, who look over and stare at you, open mouthed. (display: "peenow")
A few minutes later your mom has finished filling in the forms and leads you into the play area.
"Now be good and play nice, $yourname!" she says as she unstraps you from your stroller and lets you stand up. "I'll be back in a little while to pick you up. And (text-style: "smear")[do what everyone tells you!]"
"Hi honey, My name's Greta," a young lady says. "Shall I take your dolly to look after?"
You remember you have your doll $dollname tucked under your arm, and pass it to Greta.
"Such a pretty dolly," she says. "What's her name?"
(link:"\"" + $dollname + "\"")[(set: $chat to $dolllispname)(display:"Chatchanger")
(if:$voice is "lisp")["That's a pretty name! Well, I'll put $dollname somewhere safe while you play, okay?"](else:)[Greta stares at you as you coo and babble at her.
"Yes, well, uh, I'm sure she has a name. Let's put your dolly someplace safe while you play, okay?"]
She takes you by a mitten and [[leads you into the play area.]] ]You've had enough of day-care yesterday at The Special Place and decide to stay with mom. She happily wheels you around the stores, taking time to look at clothes while you sit waiting in your stroller, trying to ignore the stares and giggles of the passers-by.
She's just pushing you across the central courtyard of the mall when she spots a couple seated by the fountain.
"Hey, isn't that Brittany?" (display: "peenow")
You look over and see your ex girlfriend, sitting chatting to Brandon, your old rival from high school. You shake your head, hoping that mom will realize you *really* don't want to be seen by them.
"It *IS* her! Hey Brittany!"
Brittany looks up as you both approach.
"Oh hi!"
[[You want the ground to swallow you up.]]You plop your padded bottom down on the mat next to two little girls who are watching some show featuring talking baby animals in diapers. It's incredibly simple and repetitive, seemingly designed to teach toddlers basic language skills.
The animals look up at a picture of a flower. "Oh look," says the baby kangaroo. "We know what color this flower is, don't we? That's right, yellow! *You* say 'yellow'!"
In that split second you work out that the "do what everyone says" command in your head even applies to cartoon animals on TV.
(link:"\"Yellow!\"")[(set: $chat to "Yewwow!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you blurt out in your high pitched squeak.](else:)[ you blurt out at the TV.]
The other two girls think this is hilarious, and spend the next twenty minutes in fits of giggles (if: $voice is "lisp")[as you dutifully lisp the answers to every demand the character on the show make.](else:)[every time you coo and gurgle helplessly at the characters on the TV.]
Someone knocks on the glass of the window next to you, [[you look up.->You look up at them.]]]The main area is a large room surrounded on 3 sides with glass, through which you can see the crowds of mall shoppers going about their business. In play area itself has about ten kids playing, all much younger than you. Or, you remind yourself, much younger than you used to be. They're all dressed far less babyishly than you are. Some are watching cartoons on a big TV, some more are playing on the large padded soft-play climbing area. The only deserted area currently seems to be a large ball pit.
Greta lets go of your hand and leaves you to go talk to the other helpers.
[[You head towards the soft play area.]]
[[You head towards the TV->Cartoons]]
[[You head towards the ball pit.]]You waddle towards the large soft play jungle gym. Several kids are clambering around on it, climbing thru the padded passageways or sliding down plastic tunnels. It actually looks kinda fun. However, the only way onto it is up a steep slope with large padded handholds that you know you won't be able to manage with your mittens.
"That's not safe for you honey," Greta says. "Here's something you can use..."
She takes your hand and leads you to a simpler set of basic slopes for babies and toddlers.
"Here we are, this is more your level, right?" she says, and leaves you to [[climb around.]]You spend a while crawling up onto the padded toddler slope and sliding back down again on your padded behind, feeling particularly ridiculous. Eventually you get tired and sit watching the people walk past through the large picture window.
You notice after a while that three figures have stopped directly by the window next to you. [[You look up at them.]]Your mom is looking down at you, waving through the window. Standing next to her are two people you immediately recognise - your ex girlfriend Brittany, and your old high school rival Brandon.
"Look who I ran into in the mall!" your Mom says through the glass. (display: "peenow")
Brittany has her hand clasped over her mouth. Brandon has a huge sneering grin.
"Looks like your friends have some to see you," Greta says. "Come on, [[let's take you to them]]!"You try to hold onto the high padded wall of the ball pit as you climb in, but your mittens slip and you land in the balls face-first. You eventually manage to get yourself the right way up, sitting waist deep in the balls, and work out you're probably not going to be able to get out again under your own steam. There's a distinct smell coming off the balls, and you remember something about some ball pits being full of kids' pee. (if: $wetness is > 0)[But probably not as full as your own diaper right now, you realize ruefully.]
There's not much else to do, so you end up just staring out of the floor-length window right next to the ball pit, watching the shoppers go by.
You notice after a while that three figures have stopped directly by the window next to you. [[You look up at them.]]After dressing you, Vic takes you back into the kitchen and puts you into the high chair.
"Time for lunch," he says. "Let's see what mommy left you."
He goes to the fridge and takes out a pot, reading the label. "(display:"babyfood"). Doesn't that sound delicious?"
(link:"\"No it sounds horrible!\"")[(set: $chat to "No it thounth howwible!")(display:"Chatchanger").
(if: $voice is "lisp")["Well, that's what you're having!"](else:)["Hungry huh?"] Now, where are your special rubber spoons? Damn, there's just regular spoons in this drawer..."
(link:"\"I don't need a special spoon!\"")[(set: $chat to "I don't need a thpecial thpoon!")(display:"Chatchanger").
(if: $voice is "lisp")["That lil' mouth of yours can't handle a big grown-up spoon. Only one thing for it."](else:)["Okay, pipe down. I've got a solution."]
He dips a finger into the bowl, scooping out some food onto it and holding it to your lips.
"Eat up!"
[[You wrap your lips around his finger.->mom's home]]] ]A few minutes later your Mom wheels you out of the play center to where Brittany and Brandon are standing.
"Oh my god it *is* him!" your ex girlfriend nearly screams. "Just *look* at you! You look so adorable!"
"Aren't you going to say hello to Brittany?" your mom says.
(link:"\"Hello Brittany.\"")[(set: $chat to "Hewwo Bwitnee!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say, blushing beet red.](else:)[ you babble. blushing beet red.]
"Ohhh! You sound soooo cute!" Brittany says. "Does he... she have to speak like that now?"
"Yes," says your mom matter-of-factly. "$yourname chose to speak like this when she decided she wanted to be a baby girl."
[["But I didn't decide that!"]]
](if: $voice is "lisp")[["But.. but... I..."]<youspeak|
You struggle hard to say the words but they just don't come. You try to say it again, but no words come at all. You feel tears of frustration welling up in the corners of your heavily-lashed eyes.
"There there honey," your mom says, popping your pacifier into your mouth. "Big words are hard for little babies, aren't they?"](else:)[["Gooogoo a-aa baba!!"]<youspeak| you burble, desperately wishing you could tell Brittany you *didn't* choose any of this.
"She's starting to sound a little cranky," your mom says, popping in your pacifier into your mouth. "It's a shame you refuse to use big words!"]
You suckle your pacifier resentfully.
"We were about to get some lunch," your mom says. "Would you two like to join us?"
Brittany and Brandon are both staring at you. "Uh... I guess... Sure!"
(if: $voice is "lisp")[As you head towards a restaurant your mom leans down to talk softly in your ear. "Your sister might not have told you, but there's another thing they put in your head... you can never ever tell anyone you didn't *choose* to be a baby girl. It's just better that way, they don't want anyone unsuitable finding out about The Special Place."](else:)[As you head towards a restaurant your mom leans down to talk softly in your ear. "We told everyone you *chose* this, your sister thought it would be better that way. They don't want anyone unsuitable finding out about The Special Place."]
[[You reach the restaurant.]]The restaurant is busy but they find a booth for the four of you. Your huge diaper barely squeezes between the table and the seat.
"It's a shame they don't have high chairs your size, honey," your mom says, smiling.
They all order food and sit eating and chatting, your mom occasionally feeding you a spoonful of baby food (pureed (display:"babyfood")) from a tub.
"So you and Brandon are here together today?" your mom asks Brittany.
"Yes, uh... you knew that I broke up with... with $yourname right?"
"Oh yes, it was a bit sad. But, well she's hardly suitable boyfriend material any more!"
Brittany smiles. "No... definitely not! And Brandon and I kinda started dating just after that."
Brandon winks at you and puts his arm on Brittany's shoulder. You glower at him, an effect slightly ruined by the baby food dripping from your chin.
"Oh that *is* good news! You both must come to the party tonight!"
[["Party?! What party?"]]"Aren't you going to say hello to Brittany?" your mom says to you.
(link:"\"Hello Brittany.\"")[(set: $chat to "Hewwo Bwitnee!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say, blushing beet red.](else:)[ you babble. blushing beet red.]
Brittany seems to notice you for the first time. "Hello... oh... oh. my. god. Is that...?"
"Yes," says your mom matter-of-factly. "But she's called $yourname now. She decided she wanted to be a girl. And most of all she wanted to be a baby girl, so we sent her to a special place..."
[["But I didn't decide that!"]]
](set: $chat to "Party? What party?")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeal.
"Well you didn't get to have a baby shower *before* you were born," mom says. "Well, *re-born*. So this is gonna be like my baby shower and your christening, and a chance for everyone to meet the new baby!"
"Oh like a sip-and-see party," Brittany says. "They're all the rage, we'd love to come!" ](else:)[ you gurgle mindlessly.
"That's right precious! A great big party just for you! It's going to be so much fun! And Hannah will be here so you'll have someone to play with."
"That sounds like great fun," Brittany says. "We'd love to come!" ]
[[Your heart sinks.]]"Right,I need to get changed for the party," your mom says. "But I better change your diaper first. Did you do number twos yet honey?"
You shake your head.
"Well do you need to go soon?" (set: $bowel to 2)
You can feel the pressure building in your bowels. You could actually poop now if you had to.(if: $voice is "lisp")[
[["Yes Mom."]]
[["No, I don't need to go right now."]]](else:)[
[[You nod.->"Yes Mom."]]
[[You shake your head.->"No, I don't need to go right now."]] ](if: $voice is "lisp")[["Yeth mommy."]<youspeak|
"Okay honey," your mom says. "You go ahead and poop, I'll wait."
[["Can't I, like, go to the toilet?"]]
[["Ok, I'll try..."]] ](else:)[You nod your head.
"Okay honey," your mom says. "You go ahead and poop, I'll wait.
You realise that she wants you to do it now, soiling yourself deliberately even though you don't actually need to poop immediately.
[[You shake your head.->"No, I don't need to go right now."]]
[[You try hard to poo yourself.->"Ok, I'll try..."]] ]["Can't I, wike, go to da toywet?"]<youspeak| you simper imploringly.
"No honey, your toilet days are long behind you!" your mom says. "Perhaps if you're a *very* good girl we'll think about getting you a potty, but not today! Now are you gonna poop now or not?"
[["Ok, I'll try..."]]
[["No, I don't need to go right now."]](if: $voice is "lisp")[["Okay, I'w twy!"]<youspeak| .]You try to poop, but it's extra difficult with your diapered butt heavily pushed against the hard plastic floor of your baby seat. You're also still not used to pooping with an audience - with your mom waiting expectantly it feels like you're giving a performance of crapping yourself.
(if: $voice is "lisp")[ [["It's really hard! I can't do it!"]]
[["I think it's coming!"]]](else:)[ [[You give up.->"It's really hard! I can't do it!"]]
[[You try extra hard.->"I think it's coming!"]]](if: $voice is "lisp")[["It'th weally hard! I can't do it!"]<youspeak|](else:)[You give up, just not able to do it.]
[[Your mom frowns.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[["I fink it'th coming!"]<youspeak| you say, blushing at the triumphant note to your high-pitched lisp.] You frown with concentration as you try to push out a doo-doo for your mommy.
"It's really cute the way you're scrunching up your nose!" your mom says, helpfully.
With a final little grunt of effort, you push out the hot load into your waiting diaper. You can almost feel it lifting you off your seat a little.
Your mom smells it immediately. "Phew!! Well done $yourname! That wasn't so hard was it? It will get easier each time, I promise!"
You pout, you don't particularly like the sound of that promise.
[["Let's reward you with a fresh diaper!"]]"That's strange," your mom says, frowning with concern. "Babies normally poop three or four times a day..."
"Perhaps she's constipated?" your step dad says.
"Oh yes! We have just the thing for that," your mom says. "Can you fetch that medicine, honey?"
"Sure," your step dad says. A minute later your mom is holding up a spoonful of evil-smelling medicine to your mouth.
"Open wide honey!"
[[You open your mouth.]]
[[You clamp your mouth shut.]](if: $outfittype is "dress")["I can't believe how much work this is," your mom says as she pulls off your ruffled lace panties.
You lie on the changing mat, your skirts up around your head, sucking your pacifier and saying nothing.
"So many layers! But you do so love your pretty dresses with all the extras!" she continues, carefully rolling the thick tights down your hairless legs (if: $diapertype is "cloth")[ and removing your plastic panties before finally peeling the messy cloth diaper and soaker pads from your bottom.](else:)[ before finally untaping your messy diaper and peeling it from your bottom.]](else-if: $outfittype is "top")["At least your diaper is easy to get to," your mom says as she starts to change you. "Although it must be chilly having bare legs all the time, when you're used to trousers!"
*Trousers, and hairier legs*, you think to yourself, lying back on the changing mat, your short t-shirt riding up around your chest.
(if: $diapertype is "cloth")[Your mom removes your plastic panties, and peels off the messy cloth diaper and soaker pads from your bottom.](else:)[Your mom untapes your messy diaper and peels it from your bottom.]](else:)["Easy access diaper change!" your mom says as she unfastens the poppers at your crotch, which fly apart from the pressure of the thick diaper held within.
(if: $diapertype is "cloth")[Your mom removes your plastic panties, and peels off the messy cloth diaper and soaker pads from your bottom.](else:)[Your mom untapes your messy diaper and peels it from your bottom.]]
She then takes several baby wipes, their now-familiar perfume wafting to your nostrils as she gets to work cleaning you.
(if: $groin is "caged")["At least this stayed free of poop this time," she says, tapping the steel cage that imprisons your penis. "It's quite a chore to clean!"](else:)["At least there's no poop to clean around your foo-foo this time," she says, gently prodding the mound of your vagina. She still runs a cold baby wipe between your pussy lips, causing you to shudder.]
She drops the last of the baby wipes into the changing bin, and then put you into a fresh diaper.(set: $wetness to 0)(set: $cleanness to 0)
"There," she says, (if: $outfittype is "dress")[pulling your tights and ruffled panties back into place](else-if: $outfittype is "romper")[re-fastening the poppers at your crotch](else:)[tugging your t-shirt back down a little]. "All finished!"
You sit up.
"What are we going to do with her while we get ready?" your step dad says. "I packed away the play pen, we needed the space for the party."
"Hmm, we could put her in the bouncer?"
"Great idea," your step dad says, [[lifting you from the changing mat->the bouncer]].You open your little mouth as wide as you can and mom pops in the spoon of medicine.
[[It tastes awful.]]You clamp your little mouth as tightly shut as you can manage.
Your mom tuts and deftly pinches your nose shut. In a few seconds you open your mouth to breathe, and she shoves in the spoon. You swallow in surprise.
[[It tastes awful.]]You grimace as the horrid-tasting medicine goes down.
"There!" your mom says. "That should help your tummy go poopies in no time!"
"What are we going to do with her while we get ready?" your step dad says. "I packed away the play pen, we needed the space for the party."
"Hmm, we could put her in the bouncer?"
"Great idea," your step dad says, [[lifting you from your chair->the bouncer]].(if: $voice is "lisp")[["No, I don't need to go wite now, Mommy,"]<youspeak| you squeak.](else:)[You shake you head, adding some suckles on your paci for emphasis.]
[[Your mom frowns.]]{
###The Party
}Your step dad looks up as your Mom pushes you into the kitchen in your buggy.
"How was the mall?" he asks.
"Great," your mom says. "I got all we needed, and we bumped into Brittany and Brandon!"
"Oh yeah? Nice kids." (display: "peenow")
"Yeah, I invited them to the party. Speaking of which, I need to get ready!" your mom says, then looks down at you. "But I better change your diaper first. Did you do number twos in the car honey?"
You shake your head.
"Well... do you need to go soon? I don't want to change a diaper if it's just wet." (set: $bowel to 2)
You can feel the pressure building in your bowels. You could actually poop now if you had to.(if: $voice is "lisp")[
[["Yes Mom."]]
[["No, I don't need to go right now."]]](else:)[
[[You nod.->"Yes Mom."]]
[[You shake your head.->"No, I don't need to go right now."]] ]Your step dad carries you easily into the living room. (display: "peenow")
On one side, in the large archway that leads to the courtyard, there now hangs some kind of harness. It looks like a large pink lifesaver with a thick crossbar that curves underneath from the front to the back. Four straps run up to a cable that suspends it from the ceiling. Your step dad lifts you up and feeds your feet through the holes so that your entire weight is pressed on the crossbar between your legs.(if: $outfit is "dress")[ Your skirts are forced to balloon up around you even more ridiculously than usual.]
The elasticated straps stretch under the burden and the harness lowers until your feet are hovering inches from the ground.
"There you are honey!" your mom says, popping your pacifier back between your lips. "Isn't this a fun thing? Do you wanna start bouncing?"
[[You start to bounce.]]
[[You shake your head.->You don't want to bounce.]]You lift your legs, then push them out. The straps on the bouncer stretch a little but your feet still don't reach the ground. You jiggle up and down a little, looking pathetically at your parents.
"Looks like she needs a little help," your step dad says. He reaches up and presses a switch on an unseen contraption above your head.
Immediately you hear an electric motor start whirring and the entire bouncer starts rising and falling.
They go upstairs, leaving you to [[bounce.]]You really don't feel like bouncing, and shake your head, silently sucking your pacifier as you sway slightly.
"Looks like she doesn't want to," your step dad says.
"Good thing the bouncer has this," your mom says. She reaches up and presses a button on an unseen contraption above your head. Immediately you hear an electric motor start whirring and the entire bouncer starts rising and falling.
They go upstairs, leaving you to [[bounce.]]The bouncer settles into a slow rhythm. Getting low enough that your feet rest on the ground for a moment, before pulling you upwards again with a force that crushes your (if: $groin is "caged")[caged penis](else:)[foo-foo] into your diaper. (display: "peenow")
The room is completely quiet apart from the whir of the bouncer's motor and your high-pitched girlish moans of discomfort with each bounce.
[[You struggle to escape.]]
[[You concentrate on bouncing.]]You lift your arms up and try and grab the harness to pull yourself free.
(if: (history:) contains "It tastes awful.")[(set: $bowel to $bowelsize) Suddenly, you're distracted by an intense cramp in your gut. Your stomach is making a horrible gurgling noise and with each bounce the cramping is just getting worse.(set: $bowel to 4)
You realise with horror that the medicine your mom gave you has taken effect, and you urgently need to do a very big poo indeed.
[[You concentrate on holding it in.]]
[[You let it go.]] ](else:)[Your slippery mittens make it impossible to even get a little grip on the straps, and eventually you resign yourself to bouncing. (display: "peenow")
After what seems like an age, you [[hear a knock at the door.]]]You try to concentrate on bouncing, deeply aware that these boring repetitive activities are your life now.
(if: (history:) contains "It tastes awful.")[(set: $bowel to $bowelsize) Suddenly, you're distracted by an intense cramp in your gut. Your stomach is making a horrible gurgling noise and with each bounce the cramping is just getting worse.(set: $bowel to 4)
You realise with horror that the medicine your mom gave you has taken effect, and you urgently need to do a very big poo indeed.
[[You try to hold it in.->You concentrate on holding it in.]]
[[You let it go.]] ](else:)[(display: "peenow")
After what seems like an age, you [[hear a knock at the door.]]]You concentrate desperately on resisting the urge to do a huge poo, but each bounce makes your tummy lurch and cramp even more. Eventually you give up, and [[let it go.->You let it go.]] The poo noisily erupts into your diaper(set: $bowel to 0)(set: $cleanness to 4), flooding it with a hot sloppy mess. Your diaper struggles to contain it all, you feel it seeping all around your bottom and up around your (if: $groin is "caged")[caged cock](else:)[vagina]. What's worse, you can't stop bouncing, each bounce shifting the stinking mess around your diaper and pushing it deeper into (if: $groin is "caged")[every nook and cranny](else:)[every fold and crevice].
You start to cry, sniveling gently even as you continue to bob up and down. Every minute or so you fart out a little more poo into your almost overloaded diaper. (display: "peenow")
After what seems like an age, you [[hear a knock at the door.]]You hear the door being opened in the next room and your Mom speaking.
(if: (history:) contains "You reach the restaurant.")
["Oh hello again you two!"
"Hi! I hope we're not too early? You didn't say what time the party started and we didn't want to miss anything!"
"Oh you're right, I didn't say! You're the first ones here, but don't worry please come in! To be honest I could do with some help."
They enter the room.
"Look who's here, $yourname!" Mom says.
You blush red again.
[["Hello Brittany. Hello Brandon."]]
](else:)["Oh hello!"
"Hi! I hope we're not too early? You didn't say what time the party started and we didn't want to miss anything!"
"Oh you're right, I didn't say! You're the first ones here, but don't worry please come in! To be honest I could do with some help."
They enter the room.
"Look who's here, $yourname!" Mom says. "I ran into them in the mall earlier!"
[[You look at the two people standing with your mom.]] ](set: $chat to "Hewwo Bwitnee! Hewwo Bwandon!")(display:"Chatchanger")(if: $voice is "lisp")[ you say, your face burning with humiliation.](else:)[ you babble. your face burning with humiliation.]
"Hello (if: (history:) contains "let's take you to them")[again] $yourname!" Brittany says.
"Hey there du.. uh... babygirl," Brad says, (if: $cleanness is > 0)[and then sniffs the air. "Pheeeew, what stinks?"
Your mom wrinkles her nose. "Yes, it seems like $yournickname has had another accident," she says, sighing. "And really I don't have time to change her right now. and the caterers will be here any minute..."
On cue, there's another knock at the door.
"We could help," Brittany says brightly.
"We *could*?" Brandon says, horrified.
"Oh that's so kind, Brittany! Her changing table is in her room! (text-style: "smear")[Do whatever they say, $yourname!]"
[[She hurries off.]]
](else:)[gesturing at your bouncer. "Love the ride."
"Isn't it wonderful!" your mom says. "She has so many nice new things now."
There's another knock on the front door.
"That will be the caterers," your mom says, turning to the door. "$yourname, why don't you show Brad and Brittany your new room? And (text-style: "smear")[do whatever they say!]"
[[She hurries off.]]
]Standing next to her are two people you immediately recognise - your ex girlfriend Brittany, and your old high school rival Brandon.
Brittany is staring at you open-mouthed. Brandon has a huge sneering grin.
"Oh my God!" Brittany gasps. "It's true! He really did choose to become a baby girl!"
"Aren't you going to say hello?" your mom says to you.
[["Hello Brittany. Hello Brandon."]]Your (if: $hair is "ringlets")[ringlets bounce](else-if: $hair is "braids")[braids swing](else:)[pigtails sway] as you shake your head in a vain attempt to dislodge the trigger phrase your mom just uttered.
Brittany and Brandon stare at you, still bouncing morosely in your harness.
"How do we, uh, get her down?" Brandon asks.
"Oh look, there's a release," Brittany says, pointing above your head.
She reaches up and pulls at something. Immediately you drop to your feet, and then totter backwards, landing with a (if: $cleanness is > 0 )[disgusting squelch in your loaded diaper](else-if: $wetness is > 0)[heavy thump in your soggy diaper](else:)[dull thud in your thick diaper].
Brittany holds out a hand to help you up.
"Come on baby, let's [[see your room]]."Brittany gasps as you lead them into your pastel-pink nursery. Your toys from the playpen have been scattered to the floor, apart from $dollname who's been propped up on your crib.
"Oh this is wonderful!" Brittany says. "I always wanted a bedroom like this when I was a little girl! You have to show me *everything*!"
Brittany probably meant that rhetorically, but the words echo around your head as a direct command.
(set: $shown to (ds: "doll", "blocks", "rattle", "crib", "table","dresses"))(display: "showing")<!--[[showing]]-->(set: $shown to it - (ds: "doll"))You shuffle over to your crib to pick up your doll(if: $cleanness is >0)[, the thick mess in your diaper shifting uncomfortably as you move].
(link:'"This is my doll."')[(set: $chat to "Dith is my dowwy,")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, holding it out to show Brittany.](else:)[ you babble, holding out the doll to show Brittany.]
"Oh she's lovely!" Brittany says in a sing-song voice. "Does she have a name?"
(link: '"She\'s called ' + $dollname + ',"')[(set: $chat to "Thee'th cawwed " + $dolllispname +",")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, your stomach knotting with embarrassment.
"Well hello $dollname," Brittany says. "Isn't $yourname lucky to have a pretty doll like you?"](else:)[ you burble incomprehensibly.
Brittany smiles. "Well I'm sure you have a lovely name, dolly!"]
(display:"showing")
]
]
(if: $shown's length is 0)[ [[You look around for something else to show Brittany]]
](if: $shown's length is 3)[Brandon groans. "Is she gonna do this for everything in her room!?"
"Oh shush, Brandon!" Brittany says. "$yourname is proud of all her new things and little baby girls like showing off like this!"
](if: $shown contains "doll")[ [[You show her your doll.]]
](if: $shown contains "blocks")[ [[You show her your blocks.]]
](if: $shown contains "rattle")[ [[You show her your rattle.]]
](if: $shown contains "crib")[ [[You show her your crib.]]
](if: $shown contains "table")[ [[You show her your changing table.]]
](if: $shown contains "dresses")[ [[You show her your dresses.]] ](set: $shown to it - (ds: "blocks"))You point to the pile of building blocks on the floor.
(link:'"These are my blocks."')[(set: $chat to "Deeth are my bwocks,")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you squeak, realising how stupid you must sound.](else:)[ you splutter pointlessly.]
"So many nice toys!" Brittany says.
(display:"showing")
]
(set: $shown to it - (ds: "rattle"))You pick up your bunny rattle, holding it with both mittened hands.
(link:'"This is my rattle."')[(set: $chat to "Dith is my wattle,")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, giving the bunny a shake so that it makes it's jingly sound.](else:)[ you babble, shaking the rattle so it makes it's jingly sound.]
"Oh that's cute !" Brittany says. "I bet you have hours of fun with this!"
(display:"showing")
]
(set: $shown to it - (ds: "crib"))(link:'"This is where I sleep."')[(set: $chat to "Dith ith where I thweep,")(display:"Chatchanger")(if:$voice is "lisp")[ you say, pointing to the large barred crib under the flowery canopy.](else:)[ you coo, pointing to the large barred crib under the flowery canopy.]
"Such a lovely bed!" Brittany says. "Fit for a princess!
(display:"showing")
]
(set: $shown to it - (ds: "table"))You point to the table with the padded nursery-print surface.
"Ohh, your changing table!" Brittany says. (if: $cleanness is > 0)["Do you want to hop up and change that dirty diaper now?"](else:)["Do you need a change now, $yournickname?"]
The thought of your ex girlfriend changing your diaper is horrifying, but even if you did want it, you feel an irresistible urge to keep showing her everything in the room.
(display:"showing")(set: $shown to it - (ds: "dresses"))You try to open the doors to the closet, but your mittens are too thick. Brittany opens them for you, and squeals excitedly.
"*SO MANY DRESSES!*" she exclaims. "I've never owned so many outfits in my *life*! And to think, when we were going out you once wore the same tee-shirt for a week!"
(display:"showing")
You look around for something else to show your ex girlfriend, the programming in your head desperate to obey her command.
"Heads up $yournickname!" a gruff voice yells.
You look up and see Vic at the door. He's holding a soccer ball, which he immediately tosses at you.
[[You go to grab it.]]
[[You move out of the way.]]You usually play goalkeeper, and instinctively reach up to grab the ball. But your reactions seem slow, and you only manage to touch the ball with one slippery mitten, deflecting it so it bounces off your face and lands on the floor of your nursery.
"Yes well, I guess soccer's not your game any more," Vic says, scooping up the ball. "Actually that's why I came to [[talk to Brandon]]."You try to dodge, but the weight of diaper between your legs and slippery booteed feet mean you can't move very quickly. The ball bounces off your chest and lands on the floor.
"Yes well, I guess soccer's not your game any more," Vic says, scooping up the ball. "Actually that's why I came to [[talk to Brandon]]."Brandon stops smirking at you for a second and looks at Vic. "Talk to me, sir?"
"Yeah, we've got a lot $yourname's stuff that she's not gonna need any more. Sports gear, games console, TV, that kinda stuff. It's just taking up space in my den, I thought as you're her old friend you might like it." (Display: "peenow")
Brandon's face lights up. "Sure!"
"Come take a look, " Vic says, and Brandon follows him out of the room.
(if: $cleanness is > 0)[Brittany sniffs the stink wafting from you, wrinkling her nose. "Well, I guess we'd better, uh, change that diaper..."
She doesn't seem any more pleased about the idea than you are.
[["Yes," you agree.->"Yes please."]]
[["You don't have to really."]] ](else:)[Brittany goes to your closet, examining the racks of dresses and outfits.
"So, what do you want to wear for the party?"
[["Can't I just wear this?"]] ]{(set: $peetimes to 6)(set: $wetness to 2)
###Fast-forward Your Big Day
}You spent your first day as a baby girl, learning about your new toys, your new routines and your new life. Then it was time for the big party.
[[Play "The Party"...->Your heart sinks.]]
[[Fast forward more->ff The Party]](if: $voice is "lisp")[["You don't haff to, weally,"]<youspeak| you say pathetically.
"Really?" Brittany says, eyebrows raised. "You'd rather stay in the dirty diaper?"
The mess cooling around your ass and crotch is becoming uncomfortable, and the thought of spending a whole evening like this is bad. But the thought of Brittany actually stripping your diaper and seeing your (if:$groin is "caged")[caged wiener](else:)[girlish privates] is equally awful.
[["Yes, I wanna stay like this."->stay in diaper]]
[["I guess not."->Brittany changes]] ](else:)[
["A-ga a-ba baba doh."]<youspeak| you babble unintelligibly.
Brittany stares at you. "Well, I don't speak baby, but I think that means 'Yes please Brittany I'd like my diaper changed'. So you'd better hop up on the changing table."
Obediently, you [[hop up on the changing table]].](if: $voice is "lisp")[["Yeth,"]<youspeak| you agree reluctantly.
Brittany folds her arms. "Ask me nicely."
(link:'"Yes please Brittany, I\'d like you to change my diaper."')[|youspeak>["Yeth pweath Bwitnee, I'd wike you to change my diapee,"] you simper pathetically. Brittany smiles.
"Such a polite little girl! You'd better hop up on the changing table."
Obediently, you [[hop up on the changing table]]. ] ](else:)[
["A-ga a-ba baba doh."]<youspeak| you babble unintelligibly.
Brittany sighs at you. "Well, I don't speak baby, but I think that meant 'Yes please Brittany, I'd love you to change my stinky diapee'. Okay, let's get this over with. Hop up on your changing table.
Obediently, you [[hop up on the changing table]] ]You look down at what you're currently wearing, $outfit. You know you wouldn't normally ever be seen dead in such an absurdly infantile costume, but you can't imagine that there's anything much better in your closet now.
(if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Can't I just wear dith?"] you ask plaintively.
"Of course not, silly!" Brittany says. "This is your big party and you need to be in a *proper* party dress!"](else:)[|youspeak>["Goo goo dum dum baaaaaaa"] you say, gesturing helplessly at the $outfittype with your mittens.
"Yes, it's very pretty," Brittany says. "But you need something *much* prettier for your big party!"]
[[She goes to the rack of clothes.]]["Yeth, I wanna thtay wike dis,"]<youspeak| you say, with as much force as your two-girl-old-girl voice can manage.
Brittany just shrugs.
"Fair enough," she said. "I always thought you were into some weird stuff but if you wanna wander around in a dirty diaper I'm not going to stop you."
She goes to your closet, examining the racks of dresses and outfits.
"So, what do you want to wear for the party?"
[["Can't I just wear this?"]] ["I gueth not."]<youspeak| you admit grudgingly.
Brittany folds her arms. "So, ask me nicely."
(link:'"Please Brittany, I\'d like you to change my diaper."')[|youspeak>["Pwease Miss Bwitnee, I'd wike you to change my diapee,"] you simper pathetically. Brittany smiles.
"Such a polite little girl! You'd better hop up on the changing table."
Obediently, you [[hop up on the changing table]] ]Brittany gags as she peels of your diaper, your mess has totally coated the inside of it, and the stench is overwhelming.
"Oh my God, this is disgusting!" she says, retching. "I can't believe you made such a mess!"
She takes a tub of baby wipes and begins balling up a huge wad of them, then starts cleaning around your crotch.
"Oh my God... oh *my God*... is that (if: $groin is "caged")[a *cage*? You have your penis in a cage now? How does it even fit inside that tiny thing? No, don't answer, I don't need to know. I'm just glad I never had to have that thing anywhere near me!"](else:)[a *vagina*? You have a vagina now?! Or maybe you always did? Brad said you didn't have much in your pants but I didn't know he meant *this*. I am *so* glad I never found out while we were dating!"]
As she talks she continues to clean around your crotch and ass, throwing away nearly a whole box of dirty wipes. Eventually you're clean again, freshly diapered and sat up on the changing table waiting for Brittany to come back from washing her hands.(set: $cleanness to 0)(set: $wetness to 0)
"So, what do you want to wear for the party?" she says, re-entering your room.
[["Can't I just wear this?"]] Brittany peruses the rack of clothes, making appreciative noises.
"You have so many nice clothes!" she says. "When I was little I used to love dressing up my dolls in different outfits. This is just as fun!".
(if:$cleanness is 0)[You nod, smiling. Realising mood has improved by the sensation of having a clean diaper again, and then realising you're now reduced to taking pleasure in something so basic.](else:)[You shrug, distracted by the cold mess still seeping around your crotch and ass.](display:"peenow")
"Oh, how about *this*," Brittany says, pulling out a voluminous white dress.
"It's a christening gown," she says. "And this evening is, like, your christening party. So it's perfect! Let's [[get it on you]]!"A few minutes later you're standing in front of the mirror, watching the big baby girl in the reflection glumly sucking her pacifier as Brittany finishes fastening the row of tiny pearl buttons at the nape of your neck. You're wearing a gown that's a confection of white lace and satin, set with hundreds of tiny glistening pearls. The bodice is tiny, a narrow band of material around the top of your chest before flaring out into a massive skirt that comes down over voluminous petticoats to end in a broad trim of lace. Despite the size of the skirt, it's not long enough to cover your diaper. On each side of your head huge poufy lace shoulders tickle against your ears. (display: "peenow")
"It's so beautiful!" Brittany says, fussing with your sleeves to puff them out more. "Like a fairy princess! And look, it comes with a bonnet!"
She lifts something up over your head and fastens it under your chin with a ribbon. Your vision is now surrounded by a tunnel of lace. In the mirror you can now only see your heavily-lashed eyes, framed by the shield of your paci and the wide lace trim of the bonnet.
"Oh *here* she is!" [[a voice says by the door]].Your vision is so restricted by your bonnet that you can only see directly in front of you, but you immediately recognise the voice of your sister.
"Hello $yourname!" she says, moving so that you can see her in the mirror. "Playing dress-up with Brittany are we? You're missing your party downstairs!"
"I'm sorry," Brittany says. "I got a bit carried away. Dressing her up is just so much fun!"
"It's okay," your sister says(if: $cleanness is 0)[. "You head down, Brittany. I just want to check some things with $yourname."
Brittany leaves, and your sister turns you to face her.
"Now honey," she says. "I want to check all the programming is still in place properly, before we join the party. There are some potential clients of The Special Place here to see the services we offer, and I don't want you ruining everything, okay?"
[[You suckle nervously.]]](else:)[, then waves a hand in front of her face. "But phewwww... you didn't think to change her diaper?"
"I offered!" Brittany says. "But she told me she wanted to stay in the messy one!"
"Such a dirty little girl!" your sister says, smiling. "But even if she likes toddling around in her own mess, we can't have her stinking up the party! I have an idea."
She goes to your changing table and grabs a couple of things from the storage underneath. "[[Back on the changing table]], $yournickname!"]Your sister pulls the large rubber teat from your lips, causing you a brief burst of distress. You notice that it actually is starting to live up to its name as a soother, and you feel the tears welling in your eyes and a lump forming in your throat.
"Don't cry, baby!" your sister says, the command in her voice immediately killing your urge to wail.
"Easy question first," she says, looking you directly in the eyes. "Can you talk?"
(if: $voice is "lisp")[ [["Yes, of course I can talk!"]]
[["Not properly."]] ](else:)[ [["Yes, I can talk!"->googooreply]]
[["No, I can't!"->googooreply]] ]You can literally see nothing but the small patch of ceiling above your changing table as your sister works.
"First an extra diaper," she says, sliding something bulky up your legs and stretching it over your existing diaper. "That should absorb any extra dribbles. And now these."
She pulls something that feels cold and rubbery up your legs. She grunts with effort to get it stretched over the diaper. You feel tight bands gripping around your waist and the tops of your legs.
"Rubber panties! That should keep in the stink!" your sister says. "Finally, something to make it look pretty!"
She pulls something ticklish and lacy up your legs, and then gets you to stand up.
You turn your head to be able to see in the mirror. Between your legs is now an even more enormous bulge than usual. The extra layers and fluffy lace diaper cover conspiring to give you a comically huge behind. Your legs are bowed simply from the mass of material between your legs.
[[Brittany laughs.]]"*Wow $yourname*! That's a serious booty you have there! Are we ready for the party now?"
"You head down, Brittany," your sister says. "I just want to check some things with $yourname."
Brittany leaves, and your sister turns to face you.
"Now honey," she says. "I want to check all the programming is still in place properly, before we join the party. There are some potential clients of The Special Place here to see the services we offer, and I don't want you ruining everything, okay?"
[[You suckle nervously.]]["Yeth, of courth I can tawk!"]<youspeak| you splutter.
Your sister grins. "Well, sort of talk. But at least you can answer the next question: why did you choose to become a baby girl?"
[["I didn't choose to become a baby girl!"]]
[["Because... because I wanted to be a baby girl."]]["Not pwopperwy!"]<youspeak| you whine, your high-pitched lisp sounding more pronounced than ever.
Your sister grins. "No I guess not, but at least you can answer the next question: why did you choose to become a baby girl?"
[["I *didn't* choose to become a baby girl!"->"I didn't choose to become a baby girl!"]]
[["Because... because I wanted to be a baby girl."]]|youspeak>["Wah-uh! Waah! Gooogooogooo!"] you protest.
"Wow, yeah that's definitely not talking," your sister says. "Sometimes the baby talk programming we implant wears off after a day or so, but it looks like you're stuck this way for good."
She smiles. "But that means I don't need to ask any more questions! We told everyone you *chose* to be like this, and I wanted to make sure you couldn't deny it. But no one will ever be able to understand you, little sis! C'mon, your [[party awaits]]!"["I..."]<youspeak| you begin. Then the words die on your lips. You try desperately to force them out, to tell her you never, ever wanted this. But the words just won't come.
"Excellent," your sister says, in the manner that reminds you of a cartoon evil mastermind. "The mental block is still very much in place. You can't ever tell anyone you didn't *choose* this life! That's just what we wanted!"
She adjusts your bonnet. "Now, come on. Your [[party awaits]]!"|youspeak>["Becoth..."] you begin, and then look down shyly, speaking with a whisper. |youspeak>["Becoth I wanted to be a baby girw."]
Your sister puts a finger under your chin to lift your head and look into your eyes.
"I didn't quite hear that," she says.
(link: "I wanted to be a baby girl!")[|youspeak>["I *wanted* to be a baby girw!"] you say, as firmly as your voice allows.
Your sister regards you quizzically for a moment.
"I'm not sure if you *mean* that or if you knew that was the only answer you could actually say aloud. Perhaps, by some strange coincidence, The Special Place actually gave you what you always wanted?"
You shrug, the effect exaggerated by your puffy sleeves.
"It doesn't really matter either way," your sister says. "Come on, $yournickname, your [[party awaits]]!"]"Here she is everyone!" your sister announces. "Please welcome my new little sister $yourname!"
The crowd of people chatting and mingling in the living room look up as you enter, and cheer a greeting. You recognise most of them; your mom and step dad with your aunt and uncle, your grandma and a group of young cousins with your niece Hannah. Brittany and Brandon are there. By the entrance to the garden is Doctor Bob and Lien from The Special Place, chatting with two men you don't recognise.
Apart from the people who've met the new you already, they all have a mixture of surprise and shock on their faces.
[[You just want the ground to open up and swallow you.]]The ground refuses to open up and swallow you. You're taken to a small area towards the back of the room that's been set up as a play area. Your sister's daughter Hannah is playing there along with some of your other younger cousins.
"Look who it is, Hannah!" your sister says. "Your playmate from daycare yesterday!" (display: "peenow")
"Unky $yournickname, you look such a pretty baby!" your niece squeals, apparently able to keep the concept of uncle and baby in her head at the same time.
"You sit here and play, $yourname," your sister says. "I'm going to go talk with the adults."
[[You sit down.]]Your little cousins and niece entertain themselves treating you as a baby doll plaything for their amusement, while the adults of the party chat and mill around above you.
After a while your sister comes back over with Dr Bob from the Special Place and another man you don't recognise. He's huge and burly, built like a bodybuilder.
"Hey kids," your sister says. "The snack table is open!"
The kids all rush off to eat. You start to follow but your sister stops you.
"$yourname, you remember Dr Bob?" she says, "He (if:$groin is "caged")[worked on your special little cage](else:)[gave you your lovely foo-foo]!"
"Hello, $yourname," Dr Bob says. "How's it working out for you?"
(if: $voice is "googoo")[ [["You wouldn't be able to understand even if I told you."]] ](else:)[(if: $groin is "caged")[ [["It's awful! It hurts! Take it off!!"]]
[["Fine, thank you"]] ](else:)[ [["I hate it! Give me my cock back!"]]
[["I'm getting used to it."]] ] ]|youspeak>["Googoo a-ba *brrrrrrr*!"] you burble, followed by a series of uncontrollable hiccups.
"Phew, I think you may have out-done yourself on the voice reprogramming, I couldn't understand her at all!" Dr Bob says to your sister.
"Maybe a bit *too* good, she'll never be able to talk again. Even real babies *eventually* learn to convey what they want. But not $yourname," your sister says, [[smiling]].|youspeak>["It'th awfuw! It hurth! Take it off!"] you protest.
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Dr Bob says. "It's permanently welded and utterly tamper-proof. The only way it could come off is by removing your..."
"That could be arranged, of course!" your sister says, [[smiling]].|youspeak>["Fine fankoo,"] you say.
Dr Bob arches his eyebrows. "No complaints?" he says. "You're getting used to your new 'situation'?"
"Or getting used to pretending to," your sister says, [[smiling]]. |youspeak>["I hate it! Give me my wiwwy back!"] you squeak, cringing at the way your brain childishly censors your own speech.
"I'm afraid I can't do that exactly," Dr Bob says. "But maybe this can be the next best thing. I've brought you a present..."
He holds out what looks at first like a pacifier. Then you notice that where the teat should be is a pink moulded rubber penis. You realise with shock that it looks a lot like the cock you no longer have.
"I took a mold while you were under," Dr Bob says. "Something for you to look at and remember it by?"
"Oh I don't think she wants to just *look* at it," your sister says evilly. "Here $yourname," she says, holding the penis head to your lips. "*[[Suck it]]*".|youspeak>["I'm getting uthed to it,"] you say, trying to shrug nonchalantly.
Dr Bob arches his eyebrows. "Really, already?"
"Or getting used to pretending," your sister says, [[smiling]]. She turns to the heavily-built man who's been watching you carefully.
"So, as you can see Raul, we can offer the complete service. $yourname here was once a normal average young man and is now the perfect baby girl you see here."
"I'll take her," the man called Raul says bluntly. He's standing so close to you that all you can see within your restricted bonnet vision is the bulge of his very large cock, which seems to be straining in his pants.
"Oh no," Dr Bob says. "You don't understand, we weren't offering *her*, we were offering the feminisation and babification service for a subject of your choice..."
"Why not take her?" Raul says gruffly. "Save time. I pay. Double the price."
"I don't think..." Dr Bob starts, but your sister interrupts.
"We'll see what we can do," she says. "Let's go talk to my mom."
[[They walk off.]]Compelled by your sister's direct command, you take the rubber cock between your lips and start to suckle. The plate of the pacifier bounces in and out as you suck on a cock molded from your own penis. Your sister [[smiles->smiling]].Brandon and Brittany wander over to you.
"Hey babygirl," Brandon says. "I just wanted to thank you for giving us all your stuff. I didn't want your old loser clothes, so your dad's giving those to Goodwill, but the other gear is sweet." (display: "peenow")
You notice he's holding the new brand new smartphone you got just a few weeks ago.
"Yeah there's just one question, honey," Brittany says. "This phone had a password thing. We thought you might just key it in for us so Brandon can use it?"
You raise your mittened hand, indicating you couldn't key in a password even if you wanted to.
"Oh!" Brittany says. "Lets see if we can get one of them off..."
She quickly works out how to unbuckle a mitten and take it off, and then gives you the phone.
You take it in your bare hand. It feels strange being able to hold something normally. Suddenly, you see you could actually take control of something, for a change.
[[You key in the passcode.]]
[[You smash the phone.]]Holding the phone in your mittened hand, you key in the code to your phone with your free finger and hand it back to Brandon.
"Thanks babygirl!" he says, grinning as he swipes through your unlocked phone. "I'll get you a replacement! Maybe one of those toy phones with the wheels that you can pull around and pretend to talk to your dolls on?"
He's interrupted by your sister [[ringing a glass for attention]].Gripping the phone in your newly bared hand, you bring it down hard on the corner of a metal coffee table, shattering the screen and bending the case.
Everyone in the room looks around, and your step dad storms over.
"What the hell's going on here!" he says.
"$yourname just ruined Brandon's phone," Brittany says.
Your step dad stares at you, barely restrained fury in his eyes. You try to hold his stare, feeling like a small animal trapped in headlights.
"If there wasn't all these people here for her party," your step dad says through gritted teeth. "There'd be some *discipline* in order. But that will have to wait for later. For now, I want you to apologise to Brandon."
[["Sorry Brandon!"]]
[[You shake your head and refuse.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Sowwy Bwandon!"] you squeal contritely.](else:)[You try desperately to burble out what sounds like an apology.]
Brandon grins. "That's okay babygirl. I forgive you. I think I'd do the same thing if I were in your place. Not that I'd *ever* end up like you, of course! Besides, I still have all your other grown-up stuff."
You're about to reply but you're interrupted by your sister [[ringing a glass for attention]].You shake your head, refusing to apologise to your arch rival.
"Just making the punishment worse..." your step dad growls
Brandon grins. "It's okay babygirl. I think I'd do the same thing if I were in your place. Not that I'd *ever* end up like you, of course! Besides, I still have all your other grown-up stuff."
You're about to reply but you're interrupted by your sister [[ringing a glass for attention]].Your sister is standing by the big TV, chiming a wine glass with a spoon.
"Hello everyone," she says once she has the room's attention. "I wanted to thank you all for coming and helping $yourname introduce herself to you all in her new chosen life. It's been an honor helping my ex-brother to fulfil his dreams. It was lucky I worked for an organisation that let me do all this!"
There are cheers and claps around the room.
"Part of the service we provide in the early stages is 24/7 camera surveillance. $yourname has been watched and recorded constantly by cameras everywhere in my workplace, as well as her nursery, even in the car!"
You look around the room, [[trying to spot one of these cameras]].You scan the corners of the room, trying to spot a camera with the limited visibility afforded by your bonnet. You can't see any cameras, but on the coffee table you can see a baby monitor display. It's showing your currently empty nursery.
Your sister hands over to Doctor Bob, before walking over to stand next to your mom.
"Using the footage so far we've put together a little video of $yourname's adventures in babyhood so far," Doctor Bob says. "It was mainly to show to potential clients, but we thought you all might like to see it..."
He presses play on a remote and the TV screen [[comes to life]].The screen displays a room you recognise as the one where you woke up in The Special Place. Your legs are up in the stirrups, and Doctor Bob is examining you. The camera is low down behind your head, thankfully hiding the view of your (if: $groin is "caged")[caged penis](else:)[vagina], but also hiding your horrified expression. A cheerful theme plays, but there's no other sound from the recording.
"Here's me checking that $yourname was happy with all the facial reconstruction and other surgery we carried out, she was delighted of course!"
You look over to your sister, who's talking quietly to your mom about something. "Let's discuss it in $yournickname's room," [[you hear her say]].The footage changes to you standing on the stage in Outfitting, modelling the first dress Miss Mulaney chose for you.
"Here's $yourname at our outfitting department, trying on her new clothes, $yourfirstdress," Doctor Bob says. (if: $otick > 2)["I'm told she tried on a lot more outfits until she found the one she really liked. Typical little girl!"
Everyone laughs.](else:)["I'm told she loved it straight away and didn't want to try on anything else!"]
You mom and sister quietly slip out of the room, heading for your nursery. You're desperate to know what they're going to talk about. Then the baby monitor catches your eye. [[You crawl towards it.]]Crawling to not attract attention(if: $cleanness is > 0)[, the mess shifting uncomfortably your diaper as you move], you head towards the baby monitor. (display: "peenow")
On the TV screen Dr Bob is showing footage of your first visit to Day Care. On the baby monitor screen, your mom and sister are talking. It's quiet, but you realise you can raise the volume a little with your un-mittened hand, and by holding your bonnet-covered ear to the speaker you can just make out [[what's being said]]."... seems to be much better off like this," your mom is saying. "I'm just not sure if she's going to be okay here. Long term, I mean. It's a lot of hard work, caring for a baby girl again."
"Is it the cost?" your sister says. "The Special Place can fund everything. Keep her in diapers and baby food and everything else, for years. We can even help with a full-time nanny. I've spoken to Brittany and I think she's interested..."
"Hmm. I suppose..." your mom says, sounding unsure.
"Or there's Raul," your sister says. "That man I introduced to you? He'll pay well to take $yourname off your hands."
"That large man with the accent? What do you think he has, er, *planned* for her?"
"Best not to ask," your sister says. "Or we could take $yourname back to The Special Place? Keep her there full time? There are a lot more services we'd like to try, she's made an ideal subject so far."
"I suppose that could work. I don't know what's for the best," your mom says.
"How about, for a change, we let *her* decide?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well, lets watch $yourname tonight, see who she wants to spend time with."
"Me, you, or that man Raul?"
"Yep. Come on, let's [[get back to the party]].""I think you lost this," a voice says in your ear, making you jump. (display: "peenow")
Vic is standing over you, holding your other mitten.
You hold up your hand and he re-fastens it.
"Much safer!" he says, as your fingers flex ineffectually inside their prison. "Now you can't stick your pinkies in an electrical socket or something."
The presentation has finished, and groups of people are talking in various corners around the room. Your sister is chatting with Doctor Bob, she occasionally glances your way, watching carefully to see what you do next. Your mom is talking to Brittany and Brandon. The man called Raul is standing just outside the door to the garden, smoking a cigarette.
[[You crawl towards mom.]]
[[You crawl towards your sister.]]
[[You crawl towards Raul.]]You crawl up to where your mom and Brittany and Brandon are standing.
"Hi honey!" your mom says, looking down at you. "Why are you crawling?"
You look down at your mittens on the carpet, realising that no-one actually told you to crawl, you were just doing it by default.
"I think she likes it down there," your sister says, coming over. "If you want, I can take you back to The Special Place, put some more little ideas in your head, and you'll never be able to walk again! Would you like that?"
You're about to try and answer, but your mom answers for you...
"I don't think she would, honey. I think she'd just like to stay here as a baby girl. Safe with mommy forever and ever, wouldn't you precious?"
You look from mom to your sister, and nod.
"Fine," says your sister. "[[Forever and Ever.-->Baby's Day Out]]"You crawl over to where your Sister is talking shop to Doctor Bob.
"... the bimbofication protocol, for example ... oh hi $yournickname! We were just talking about you! Why are you crawling?"
You look down at your mittens in the carpet. You realise that no-one had actually told you to crawl, it just seemed easier.
"Adaptive behaviour even without explicit mental reprogramming," Doctor Bob says thoughtfully. "You're right, she really is the ideal test subject. If she chooses to, of course..."
"She chose to when she crawled over here," your sister says, smiling. She leans down to talk to you directly. "So much more to try, $yourname! [[This is going to be fun!]]"You crawl up to the door and out into the garden where Raul is standing. He's smoking a strong-smelling cigarette that looks tiny in his massive hand.
"Hello baby," he says, his accent heavy but unplaceable. "You allowed outside?"
You bob your head in a non-committal way.
"If you were *my* princess, you wouldn't go outside. I would keep you safe and locked away. And you would keep me..."
He leans down to grind out the cigarette on the plant pot next to you, and then puts his face close to yours. He smells of tobacco and alcohol and cologne and unwashed masculinity.
"You would keep me happy, princess."
You gulp.
"Well, it seems like you made an impression, Raul" your sister says, entering the garden. "$yourname came straight out to see you, and her mommy says we can come to an arrangement."
"You will sell?"
"Oh yes! It looks like $yournickname has [[a new daddy]]!"{(set:$cleanness to 0)(set:$wetness to 0)(set:$outfit to "a yellow sun-dress")
###Epilogue - Four Years Later
}The morning sun is streaming through your nursery window as your Mommy finishes diapering you, as she has done countless times before. Countless times more times than even a "real" baby girl would have been, you think ruefully.
"There!" Mommy says. "All clean and dry!"
You sit up on the changing table, your sun-dress and petticoats rustling noisily.
"Now, be good for Brittany when she gets here! It's her first day back after her honeymoon."
[["I will mom."]]{(set:$cleanness to 5)(set:$wetness to 5)(set:$outfit to "a tiny bib")(set: $diaper to "a massive diaper")
###Epilogue - Four Years Later
}"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" Lien says, switching on the lights in the Show Nursery and immediately changing the basement room from pitch blackness to bright artificial day.
You blink your eyes adjusting to the light, watching your stupidly long eyelashes flutter in your vision.
"Time to get up!" Lien says, coming over to your crib. "You have visitors again today!"
She unlatches the side of your crib and helps you to sit up. As always, it's quite a task to get you upright. Your enormous diaper is like a bulging pink sphere around your waist. Eventually Lien manages to get the part of the diaper that has your body poking out of it at the top, with your bare legs pointing out at 45-degree angles at the front.
You wobble precariously, feeing like you're going to topple over again. Lien [[examines your diaper]].(if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["I wiww mommy!"] you squeak, you voice sounding no less childish than it did when you were first transformed. |youspeak>["I pwomith!"]](else:)[|youspeak>["Ba-ba oo-goo!"] you babble, now completely used to your every word being lost in mindless drivel.]
"And be good for Uncle Brandon too," a sarcastic voice says by the door. "Unless you want yet another spanking."
Brandon is standing there, next to Brittany. You gulp, your round backside smarting with the ghost-memories of previous spankings.
"Brandon!" Mommy says, "We didn't expect to see you today!"
"We didn't want the honeymoon to end," Brittany says. "So I brought my new husband to work today."
"That's nice!" your Mommy says brightly. "I do know $yourname does so love having Brandon around, perhaps it's seeing you with a *proper* man, Brittany! Anyway, I must get to work!"
[[She leaves.]]Brittany glances at her smart watch, some new design that you don't recognise. Modern, grown-up fashion and technology are lost on you.
"Ten thirty," she says. "Time for your mid-morning nap!"
You're not at all sleepy, but you crawl obediently into your crib and sit on your knees as Brittany raises up the sides and then pops a large pacifier between your lips.
Brandon comes up behind her and starts kissing her neck.
"Kinda distracting!" Brittany says.
"Whaaat?" Brandon protests. "You know how watching you do mommy stuff makes me horny! And you were the one who said you didn't want the honeymoon to end!"
He starts pulling up her skirt. "And you know how much $yourname loves [[to watch]]!"You can't help but watch, sitting trapped in your crib as Brittany stares at you distantly, biting her lip and moaning as she leans forward, gripping the rail of your cot. Her face is a picture of sexual pleasure.
(if: $groin is "caged")[Your trapped cock strains in its tiny prison, still desperate to prove it could make a woman look like that, in a way that it never did and never will.](else:)[Something in your hopelessly de-sexed vagina, deep inside your diaper, twitches with something vaguely like empathy for the pleasure that you'll never give. And never receive.]
Your frustrated suckling somehow matches Brandon's thrusting. You pee helplessly into your diaper at the same time as they both climax.
Brittany recovers her composure, leaning forward to twirl a finger in your $hairstyle.
"Was it good for you too, honey?" she says.
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(link: "The End")[(goto-url: 'https://femmified.neocities.org/sp-the-end.html?ending=1' + '&yourname=' + $yourname + '&grn=' + $groin + '&hair=' + $hairstyle + '&voice=' + $voice + '&dt=' + $diapertype + '&pt=' + (text:$peetimes) + '&fot=' + $faveoutfittype + '&doll=' + $dollname)] ] ]I hope you enjoyed this adventure, my first attempt at a full-length story and my first ever work of interactive fiction. I love to hear from people who have the same weird tastes as me, so if you liked this story, or maybe have ideas you'd like to discuss, please get in touch.
I'm on Tumblr (with captioned sissy story photos) at (link: "femmified.tumblr.com")[(goto-url: 'https://femmified.tumblr.com/')] - I often use the messaging service there.
You can also hang out in The Special Place (link:"Discord channel")[(goto-url:'https://discord.gg/usqdgSC')]!
[*Becky*]<youspeak|
"All the clothes you need!" she says, pinning the small bib around your neck.
You look down. The bib is laying horizontally just below your chin, resting on the impressive orbs of your beach-ball boobs and barely covering them at all. As you look, a glob of drool falls from your pillow-like lips and soaks into the fabric.
The security door opens and your sister enters, followed by a number of men in suits.
"...and in here gentlemen we have our Show Nursery and our showcase transformation subject. Good Morning Lien, how is $yourname this morning?"
"Good morning Director! She's very well! I was just getting her dressed."
The men look at you, wearing nothing but a huge round diaper and a tiny bib. You're aware that most of them are staring at your huge breasts with their jutting hard pink nipples. As always, [[you feel totally exposed]]."As you can see," your sister says. "$yourname has had many of our more *elite* processes. She's entirely diaper dependent but the skin around her midriff has been treated to be rash-resistant so she can go up to four weeks in the same sealed diaper.
"As well as the baby girl package, she's had many of the bimbo and doll enhancements. The breast and nipple augmentations, and the pillow lips with the permanently open mouth and wide eyes. She's not shocked to see you, that's just how she looks all the time!"
Some of the men laugh. One takes a picture with his phone.
"Who did she cross, to end up like this?" one man asks.
"Oh no-one really," your sister says, as they move on to the next room. "She was just the ideal candidate."
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###Epilogue - Four Years Later
}You're lying on your side, deep in slumber. The pacifier is pushed to your sleeping lips and you instinctively start to suckle. Slowly your waking mind realises that this pacifier is very large, warm, and tastes of salt, sweat, and sex. It pushes in deeper as you suckle, filling your mouth and throat. A large hand cups the back of your head, coarse hairs begin to tickle your nose.
"That's right princess," your daddy says. "[[Take your morning feed]]."Once your "morning feed" has been administered, Daddy pulls back. You're lying low down in his bed. Like every night, you went to sleep there, curled up with your face tucked in next to daddy's crotch. Just as he likes it.
He gets up, coming around the bed and scooping you into his huge arms. He pushes your big pacifier between your lips. He never likes you to talk, so you always have something between your lips.
"Let's get you to Mommy," he says, carrying you to [[your nursery]].Apart from Daddy's bedroom, the nursery is the only room you've ever seen in this house. It might be an apartment, or a mansion, you have no idea, you've never seen outside. You're not even sure which country this is.
"Here she is Mommy," Daddy says. "She's had her first feed but baby is probably still hungry..."
Your adopted Mommy is seated at the end of a couch in the corner of your nursery. She's already unfastening the front clasp on her huge bra, revealing one of her truly enormous pendulous breasts.
"Of course," she says. "Lets get your breakfast into you, $yourname."
Daddy lays you on the couch, your head resting in Mommy's lap, and then pulls out the pacifier. It's immediately replaced by a warm, soft nipple and you [[begin to suckle again]].You suckle greedily, your face buried in Mommy's pillow-like breast. The milk is warm, sweet and bland as always. You wonder sometimes how this woman is able to make so much. Perhaps another product of The Special Place. Somehow it's rich enough to sustain you, even if you do have to spend hours suckling each day to get it.
You remember reading once, long ago in a time when you did things like reading, that every cell in a human body is replaced every seven years. You wonder how many of your cells, how much of *you*, now comes from breast milk. And how much you comes from... the only other thing you get to eat.
In that way, you guess, you really are Daddy's little girl.
(css: "font-size: 150%;")[(align:"=><=")[
(link: "The End")[(goto-url: 'https://femmified.neocities.org/sp-the-end.html?ending=3' + '&yourname=' + $yourname + '&grn=' + $groin + '&hair=' + $hairstyle + '&voice=' + $voice + '&dt=' + $diapertype + '&pt=' + (text:$peetimes) + '&fot=' + $faveoutfittype + '&doll=' + $dollname)] ] ]Lien examines the diaper, poking the taut pink latex diaper cover and checking the seals at the legs and waist.
"No leaks! That's nearly two weeks! But still good for a few more days," she says. "Now let's get you dressed."
She goes to a small cabinet next to your toy box. You feel yourself possibly pooping, but with so much high-pressure mess inside your diaper it's hard to tell.
"Something fancy today I think," she says, rooting in the cabinet. "Oh, *this one*!"
She picks out a small pink bib with white lace trim, and [[brings it over]].{
###Baby's Day Out
}//Some weeks later.//
(set: $outfit to "nothing but a thick diaper")(set: $diaper to "none")(set: $cleanness to 0)(set: $wetness to 0)
Brittany hums merrily to herself as she finishes (if: $groin is "caged")[cleaning around your groin, casually moving the cage from side to get at all the mess, completely indifferent to your penis trapped within](else:)[carefully cleaning your vagina, before applying a thick layer of anti-rash cream to your podgy pubic mounds]. You don't recognise the tune she's humming, it's probably a popular new song, and you've not heard anything but kid's tunes and nursery ryhmes in weeks.
"All ready for the special day today, $yourname?" she says as she pins you into a fresh diaper.
You look up at her from the changing table, your face quizzical.
"Well you must know what //date// it is!" she says, surprised.
You try to think. You've not seen a calendar or a date written anywhere in ages, and the days have all started to blur into one another.
[["My Birthday?"]]
[["Easter?"]]
[["Saturday??"]]
<!--[[cantguess]]-->(if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["My birfday?"] you say, slightly hopefully.](else:)[(go-to:"cantguess")]
"Wouldn't //that// be nice? Little $yournickname gets another year older! What would that make you, two again?" Brittany smirks. "No silly, your birthday isn't for a while yet! And I don't think you'll be //growing up// any time soon!"
[[She fusses with your hair.<-She fusses with your $hairstyle.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Eathter?"] you ask, uncertainly.](else:)[(go-to:"cantguess")]
Brittany scoffs.
"//Easter//? That was ages ago! Don't you remember we dressed you up in that bunny outfit?"
The memory of the furry pink bunny costume comes back to you, but it's just one of the endless ridiculous outfits you've had to wear. The day didn't seem particularly special apart from that.
"//And// I gave you that chocolate pudding for dessert as an Easter treat! Honestly $yournickname you're so forgetful and ungrateful!"
[[She fusses with your hair.<-She fusses with your $hairstyle.]](if: $hairstyle is "ringlets")[Brittany takes a few moments to plump up the mass of ringlets around your head, arranging the sausage curls so a couple dangle in front of your vision.](else-if: $hairstyle is "braids")[Brittany takes two big satin bows and ties them to the end of each of your gravity-defying Pippi-Longstocking braids. Each bow bounces about a foot from either side of your head, occasionally bobbing into your peripheral vision.](else:)[Brittany ties a fresh bow in each of your pigtails and brushes out your thick bangs, which hang down permanently blocking the top half of your vision.]
"Today is the 4th of July!" she says. "Some of us from the old gang from school are going to meet up at the beach for the day, won't it be fun to see everyone again!"
[["Not really."]]
[["I suppose so."]]|youspeak>["Baa ba ba boo goo ba ba!"] you prattle incoherently. Brittany smiles.
"Oh I'm sorry, $yournickname! You're quite right, every day is a special day in your baby girl world! But no, actually today is a special day for grown-ups too!"
[[She fusses with your hair.]] (if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Thaturday?"] you ask, uncertainly.](else:)[(go-to:"cantguess")]
Brittany tilts her head. "Pardon? I can't understand. Use your words like a big girl!"
|youspeak>["That-uh-day!"] you repeat frustratedly, enunciating each squeaky syllable as best you're able.
"Oh //Saturday//," she says. "Wow you really don't have a care in the world, do you $yournickname? Not even what day of the week it is! No, it's not Saturday."
[[She fusses with your hair.<-She fusses with your $hairstyle.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["I thuppozth tho."]](else:)[You make a non-committal hiccup and then blow a raspberry.]
"Well I know they're all dying to meet //you//," Brittany says. "Most of them didn't get to come to your big coming out party!"
She helps you down from your changing table.
"But don't worry," she adds. "They're not going to tease. Well, not //much//. They all know this is the life you chose and how important it was for you to become a baby girl. Everyone is going to be so supportive!"
Thanks to one the mental blocks, you're unable to tell anyone you didn't want to be a baby girl, so you [[just shrug]].(if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Not weally."]](else:)[You make as disapproving-sounding happy gurgle as you can manage.]
"Well I know they're all dying to meet //you//," Brittany says. "Most of them didn't get to come to your big coming out party!"
She helps you down from your changing table.
"But don't worry," she adds. "They're not going to tease. Well, not //much//. They all know this is the life you chose and how important it was for you to become a baby girl. Everyone is going to be so supportive!"
Thanks to one the mental blocks, you're unable to tell anyone you didn't want to be a baby girl, so you [[just shrug]].{(set: $fancydress to (macro: str-type _c, [
(set: _shapes to (ds: "kittens", "rubber ducks", "baby pacifiers", "teddy bears", "paw prints", "zoo animals", "ballet shoes", "balloons"))
(set: _trims to (ds: "lace", "broderie anglais", "ribboned", "embroidered"))
(set: _spots to (ds: "spots", "polka-dots", "flowers", "stars"))
(set: _topcolour to (shuffled:...(_c of $allcolours)))
(set: $dress to
(either: _c + " " + (either: "satin", "cotton", "taffeta", "velvet") + " dress with a " + (either:..._trims) + " trim", _c + " dress " +
(either:
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " " + (either:..._spots),
" printed with a pattern of " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._shapes),
" with " + _topcolour's 1st + " and " + _topcolour's 2nd + " " + (either:..._spots))
,
_c + " gingham dress with " + (either:..._trims) + (either: " trim", " edging", " panels", " detailing" )))
(output-data: $dress)
]))
(set: _alldresscolours to (shuffled: ...(datanames:$allcolours)))(set: _dresschoice to (a:))
(set: _dresschoice's 1st to ($fancydress: _alldresscolours's 1st))
(set: _dresschoice's 2nd to ($fancydress: _alldresscolours's 2nd))
(set: _dresschoice's 3rd to ($fancydress: _alldresscolours's 3rd))
(set: _dresschoice's 4th to ($fancydress: _alldresscolours's 4th))
(set: _dresschoice's 5th to ($fancydress: _alldresscolours's 5th))
}"Now, what would you like to wear today?" Brittany says, opening one of the doors to the closet where five of your dresses hang. You've worn all of them at least once, and recognise them just from the edge you can see.
There's the (link: _dresschoice's 1st)[(set: $outfit to "the " + _dresschoice's 1st)(set: $basecolour to _alldresscolours's 1st)(go-to:"outfitfortheday")] that you wore yesterday; the (link: _dresschoice's 2nd)[(set: $outfit to "the " + _dresschoice's 2nd)(set: $basecolour to _alldresscolours's 2nd)(go-to:"outfitfortheday")] that's particularly scratchy; the (link: _dresschoice's 3rd)[(set: $outfit to "the " + _dresschoice's 3rd)(set: $basecolour to _alldresscolours's 3rd)(go-to:"outfitfortheday")] that mommy says makes you look extra-cute; the (link: _dresschoice's 4th)[(set: $outfit to "the " + _dresschoice's 4th)(set: $basecolour to _alldresscolours's 4th)(go-to:"outfitfortheday")] that grandma made you; and the (link: _dresschoice's 5th)[(set: $outfit to "the " + _dresschoice's 5th)(set: $basecolour to _alldresscolours's 5th)(go-to:"outfitfortheday")] which you got baby food all over last week<!--[[outfitfortheday]]-->You choose (print: $outfit), and Brittany smiles approvingly. She picks out the panties that go with the dress, along with some (print: (either:...$allcolours's $basecolour)) petticoats and a pair of (either:...$allcolours's $basecolour) tights.
She pops a big (either:...$allcolours's $basecolour) pacifier into your mouth and then gets you to step into a voluminous pair of plastic pants.
"Next the tights," she says. "These are a bit thick for the weather, but babies always feel the cold quickly so it's better to be safe than sorry!"
Over the tights she pulls the gigantic panties, sized to fit over your massive diaper and with a extensively ruffled seat that makes your butt look even bigger.
She helps you into the elaborate petticoats, floofing out the many layers to her own satisfaction. "... and anyway you'l be changing at the beach. Oh that reminds me! What's your favorite out of Minnie Mouse, My Little Pony and Ariel the Mermaid?"
You shrug your shoulders noncommittally.
"Oh I still keep forgetting, (if: $voice is "lisp")[you don't like to take out binky!](else:)[you can't talk like a big girl!] Okay, one suckle for Minnie, two for Ponies, three for Ariel!"
//[[*suck*->Minnie Mouse]]//
//[[*suck* *suck*->My Little Pony]]//
//[[*suck* *suck* *suck*->Ariel]]//You realise you have to consciously stop suckling the large silicone teat filling your mouth in order to answer Brittany's question. You pause, a small drip of drool falling from your lips, and then suck just once.
"Minnie Mouse it is!" Brittany says. "It's a surprise for later, you're going to love it."
[[She helps you into your dress.]]You realise you have to consciously stop suckling the large silicone teat filling your mouth in order to answer Brittany's question. You pause, a small drip of drool falling from your lips, and then suck twice
"My Little Pony it is!" Brittany says. "It's a surprise for later, you're going to love it."
[[She helps you into your dress.]]You realise you have to consciously stop suckling the large silicone teat filling your mouth in order to answer Brittany's question. You pause, a small drip of drool falling from your lips, and then suck three times.
"Ariel it is!" Brittany says. "It's a surprise for later, you're going to love it."
[[She helps you into your dress.]]Brittany helps you into the dress, carefully buttoning it up to the top of your back and adjusting the skirts so they rest horizontally on your petticoats. Finally she fastens a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes to each foot with big silver buckles.
Mom and Dad walk in your room, looking very smartly dressed. "Oh look at //you// $yourname!" Mommy says. "You look so pretty today!"
"Isn't she though?" Brittany says. "She chose the dress herself, I think it's her favourite."
"It's lovely, you have such good taste $yournickname," Mom says, turning to Brittany. "Thanks so much for working today, I know it should be a day off but I don't think we'd have been able to look after her, we're going way across town and won't be back until late."
"Oh it's no trouble at all," Brittany says. "I'm going to take her to the beach with me, so I won't miss out on anything. And $yournickname'll get to see all our old friends again."
"Sounds like fun," Vic says, pinching your cheek. "Much better than a long trip in the car with mommy and daddy!"
He suddenly grabs the seat of your diaper in his large hand and [[squeezes]].You spit out your paci with suprise and shock, as Vic suddenly squeezes your diapered butt with a strong hand. (set: $wetness to 3)
(link:"\"Oh! //Vic//!!\"")[ [(if: $voice is "lisp")["Ohhh!! //Daaaddy//!"](else:)["Dadddaaa!!"]]<youspeak|
"Just checking if you were wet yet, babygirl," Vic says, letting go of your diaper that squishes wetly beneath his grasp. "And yep - looks like someone's started early!"
You hadn't actually even realised you'd peed. A few weeks ago you just started letting it out whenever, and the ability to control it never came back.
"//Already//?" Brittany says. "Looks like we need to change you..."
"Oh I'm sure it can wait until you get to the beach," Mom says. "You have fun now, and you'll be good for Brittany, won't you?"
(link:"\"No, I don't want to go!\"")[You try to disagree but immediately the roadblocks in your brain that The Special Place implanted kick in, and you just open your mouth silently for a second.]
[["I will, Mom."]]
](if: $voice is "lisp")[["I wiww Mommy,"]<youspeak| you say sweetly.](else:)[["A-bah baba ba!"]<youspeak| you burble, nodding with agreement.]
"There's a good baby," your mom says, reaching down to fetch your pacifier and pop it into your yielding lips. "Do you want a lift to the beach Brittany?"
"Oh no, we're going to take the bus," Brittany says. "I thought $yourname might like it!"
"Well what a lucky baby you are!"
They leave, and Brittany finishes up getting you ready, and takes you downstairs.
"Now, it's only a couple of blocks to the bus stop, do want to walk it? Or take the hot rod?" she says, pointing with her thumb to your totally un-hotrodlike pink baby stroller, folded up by the door.
[[You walk towards the stroller.]]
[[You walk towards the door.]]The thick mass between your legs and the slippery-soled Mary Janes on your feet are already uncomfortable, and you don't feel like walking any distance. You waddle towards your baby stroller and wait expectantly.
Brittany unfolds it in front of you, and you plop down into the seat. While the stroller is bigger than a usual one, it's not completely to scale with your body. Your diapered behind doesn't fit within the seat, riding over at either side.
Britanny lifts your shoes into the foot stirrups, raising your knees and making the petticoats ride up high.
"Lovely view of your diapees!" Brittany says, laughing as she stands up and pulls the canopy over your head. "And something to keep you entertained!"
She snaps the activity bar in place, it's brightly-coloured toy animals dangling in a row in front of you.
"Oh and I nearly forgot $dollnickname!"
She pops your oversized soft plush baby doll on your lap. "You would have been grizzly all day without her to play with! [[Let's roll!->"Let's roll!"]]"You walk towards the door, not wanting the stroller.
"Wait up missy!" Brittany says. "Not so fast! If you're not going in the stroller then I still need to make sure you don't toddle off too far! We're going to need these!"
She holds up a bundle of pink leather straps. Your baby reins.
"Arms up $yournickname."
You raise your arms and Brittany straps you into the harness. Wide straps go around under your arms and over your shoulders, meeting at a panel on your chest where (background:#faa2c1)[ [Baby $yourname] ] has been embossed in big white letters.
"There, all safe!" Brittany says, snapping the last buckle into place. "Oh I nearly forgot $dollnickname!"
She tucks your oversized soft plush baby doll under your arm. "You would have been grizzly all day without her to play with!"
Brittany opens the front door and tugs a little on your reins.
[["Off we go!"]]You toddle out into the front yard, Brittany yanking gently on your reins to stop you while she closes the front door.
On the corner of the street by your house there are a bunch of kids chatting and goofing around with each other. You recognise their voices from hearing them playing on the street when you're lying awake in your cot most evenings. Their curfew is much later than your 6:00PM bedtime.
They usually just watch from a distance when you go on outings, but today they seem to gain enough courage to [[wander over]].You roll out out into the front yard, petticoats flaring up in the summer breeze and making your diaper feel even more exposed.
On the corner of the street by your house there are a bunch of kids chatting and goofing around with each other. You recognise their voices from hearing them playing on the street when you're lying awake in your cot most evenings. Their curfew is much later than your 6:00PM bedtime.
They usually just watch from a distance when you go on outings, but today they seem to gain enough courage to [[wander over]].{(set: $peetimes to 6)(set: $wetness to 2)
###Fast-forward The Party
}A big party was thrown where everyone got to meet the new baby girl. Afterwards, you had a choice:
[[Spend life with Mommy.->Baby's Day Out]]
[[Go back with your sister to The Special Place.->This is going to be fun!]]
[[Be owned by a new Daddy, a man called Raul.->a new daddy]]The kids start to stroll alongside you and Brittany, giggling to each other and whispering. One girl finally plucks up the courage to ask Brittany a question.
"Are you her mom?"
Brittany laughs. "No I am ''not'' her mom! I'm just the babysitter! But why don't you talk to her? That's okay isn't it $yourname, you can answer their questions? They'll all just curious!"
(set: $visits to 0)[[You shake your head furiously.]]
[[You nod reluctantly.]]You shake your head furiously, not wanting to be subject to an interrogation by this bunch of kids.
"Well in that case //I'll// have to answer them!" Brittany says. "[[Who's first?->suckle sullenly]]"You nod reluctantly, and Brittany (if: (history:) contains "\"Let's roll!\"")[reaches down to pluck the pacifier from your lips with a loud //plop//](else:)[plucks the pacifier from your lips with a loud //plop//].
The kids all start asking questions at once, you have to choose which ones to answer. (set: $zone to "walk")
(if:$voice is "lisp")[(set: $trip to 0)(for: each _p, ...(open-storylets:)'s 1stTo5th)[(link-goto: _p's name)
] ](else:)[(set: $trip to 0)(for: each _p, ...(open-storylets:)'s 1stTo5th)[(link: _p's name)[(goto: "can'tanswer")]
] ](storylet: when "\"Let's roll!\"" is in (history:) and visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"Can't you walk?" one kid asks, indicating the stroller.
[["Not really".]]
[["Yes but it's a long way to the bus stop."]](storylet: when visits is 0 and $zone is "walk")\
"Are you wearing a //diaper//!?" one of the boys asks, looking down at your obviously bulging panties (if: "\"Let's roll!\"" is in (history:))[ openly on display before you](else:)[ peeking out clearly from underneath your petticoats]. Ironically, the skirt of your dress makes you the only person who //can't// see them.
There doesn't seem to be any point in denying it...
[["Yes I'm wearing a diaper."]]|youspeak>["No not weally,"] you lie, not wanting to admit you opted for the stroller just because you didn't feel like walking.
Brittany scoffs a little but doesn't say anything.
The girl covers a laugh with her mouth and then says "aww poor thing!"
[[You blush a little redder.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["Yeth... but it's a wong way to the buth thtop,"] you answer honestly.
"Yes poor $yourname can only toddle a little way, can't you precious?" Brittany adds.
The girl covers a laugh with her mouth and then says "aww poor thing!"
[[You blush a little redder.->questionhub]](if: visit is 1)[You reach the corner of the block and turn onto the main street.](else-if: visit is 2)[You arrive at the bus stop.](else-if: visit is 3)[The bus still hasn't arrived](else:)[(go-to:"busarrived")]
The kids continue to crowd around, asking questions.
(for: each _p, ...(open-storylets:)'s 1stTo5th)[(link-goto: _p's name)
]|youspeak>["Yeth I am wearwing a diapee!"] you squeak, trying to sound defiant.
"Oh my god!"
[[You squirm.->questionhub]](storylet: when visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"Didn't you used to be a boy?" one girl asks.
[["Yes, I used to be a boy."]]
[["No I was always a girl."]]|youspeak>["Yeth I uthed to be a boy."] you say.
"Wow! I thought so, you used to be that boy I saw! But now you look totally like a baby girl!"
[[You feel a warm squirt of pee in your diaper.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["No, I was alwayth a baby girw!"] you cry, not wanting them to know you used to be a completely different boy that some of them used to see around the neighborhood.
"Maybe on the //inside// you were, eh $yourname?" Brittany says.
[[You feel a warm squirt of pee in your diaper.->questionhub]](storylet: when "\"Are you wearing a diaper!?\"" is in (history:) and visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"So do you like... actually use your diapers?"
[["Only because I have to!"]]
[["All the time."]]
[["No!"]]|youspeak>["Onwee becoth I //hath// to!"] you protest, and as if on cue a noisy fart eminates from within your diaper, which everyone hears.
"She just can't every get to the potty in time," Brittany adds. "Maybe someday!"
[[You pout.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["Aww the time!"] you squeak, and as if on cue a noisy fart eminates from within your diaper, which everyone hears.
"For //everything//," Brittany adds, to everyone's amusement. "But I think that was just a bit of wind, wasn't it honey?"
[[You nod ruefully.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["No!"] you protest, and as if to immediately prove you a liar a noisy fart eminates from within your diaper.
"Don't tell fibs $yournickname!" Brittany says. "She uses them all the time. For //everything//."
They all stare at your diaper in wonder.
[[You blush even deeper.->questionhub]](storylet: when "\"Yes, I used to be a boy.\"" is in (history:) and visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"So why did you want to be a baby girl?" the girl who knew you as a boy asks.
(link: "\"I //didn't// want to be a baby girl!\"")[["I..."]<youspeak|]
(link: "\"They //made// me into this!!\"")[["They... me... I..."]<youspeak|]
[[You don't say anything.->You stay silent.]]
[["Because... because I wanted to have all the things baby girls have!"]]
[["Because... I was a baby girl... inside."]]|youspeak>["Becoth... becoth I wanted to haff aww the things baby girlth have!"] you say with as much conviction as you can manage.
"Oh.... okay! I can't imagine anyone //wanting// to be a baby again!"
[[You pretend to play with one of your activity bar toys.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["Becoth... I wath a baby giwl... inthide."] you say, shyly.
"Oh.... I understand! You're so lucky to get to be the real you!"
[[You pretend to play with one of your activity bar toys.->questionhub]]Unable or unwilling to say what you really feel, [[you stay silent.->questionhub]](storylet: when visits is 0 and $zone is "walk")\
"Is that your //dolly//?" one of the girls asks mockingly. "What's her name?"
|youspeak>["Her name'th $dolllispname,"] you say.
"Aw so cute!"
"Yes," Britanny says. "Baby $dollnickname and Baby $yournickname go everywhere together. But at least I only have to feed and change one of them!"
[[You scowl.->questionhub]](storylet: when visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"Aren't you, like, super warm in all that?" one older girl asks, waving her hand to indicate your outfit.
[["Yes it is very hot!"]]
[["No I'm fine thanks."]](storylet: when "\"Off we go!\"" is in (history:) and visits is 0 and $zone is "walk") \
"Don't you need your stroller anymore?" one kid asks. They've obviously seen you being taken out by your mom and Brittany before.
[["Not today!"]]
[["I don't need a stroller!"]]|youspeak>["Not today!"]
"$yourname's walking like a big girl today!" Brittany says proudly.
The girl covers a laugh with her mouth and then says "aww well done!"
[[You blush a little redder.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["I don't need a thtwoler... a ththwole... a buggy!"] you protest.
"Yes $yourname can walk like a big girl," Brittany says. "But sometimes she just doesn't want to!"
The girl laughs.
[[You blush a little redder.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["No, I'm fine thankth!"] you say, trying to ignore the tickle of sweat running down the small of your back to join the hot damp quagmire wrapping your bottom.
"I think $yourname doesn't mind a bit of discomfort when she gets to wear such pretty clothes!" Brittany says.
"I guess so," the girl says.
[[You let out a little more hot pee.->questionhub]]|youspeak>["Yeth it ith //vewwy// hot!"] you whine. Your bum and groin would already be sweaty from the layers of flannel, plastic pants, thick tights, panties and petticoats... and the floods of warm pee aren't helping.
"But $yournickname just //had// to wear this outfit!" Brittany says. "She chose it especially."
"It is a very pretty outfit," the girl says.
[[You pretend to be flattered.->questionhub]]Finally, thankfully, the bus arrives.
Brittany (if: "\"Let's roll!\"" is in (history:))[unstraps you from the stroller and] takes you inside.
She (if: "\"Let's roll!\"" is in (history:))[stows the stroller and] sits you down by a window. The kids are outside, waving and calling up in sing-song voices.
"Bye $yourname!"
"See you tomorrow!"
"Have fun at the beach!"
[[You wave back.]]
[[You ignore them.]]You open your mouth to answer and a stream of nonsensical baby babble comes out.
"Oh I keep //forgetting// she only likes to talk in baby language!" Brittany says. "I guess //I'll// have to answer their questions."
She pops the pacifier back into your mouth and you [[suckle sullenly]].Brittany pushes you down the street to the bus stop, all the while answering the kids' various questions. Yes, you are wearing diapers. No, they're no just for show. Yes, that is your dolly. Yes, you did used to be that boy they used to see, but your name is $yourname now. No, you didn't like being a grown up big boy, you wanted to be a baby girl.
Each answer makes you blush a little brighter, each cringe of embarassment accompanied by another dribble of pee into your ever-thirsty diaper. You suckle your pacifier for distraction, [[waiting for the bus to come->busarrived]]. You pathetically wave a mittened hand back to them as the bus pulls away.
The journey is quite uneventful. Brittany chats on her phone, making arrangements for the day. You squirm in your seat, trying to get confortable with your massively padded butt wedged in the seat and your petticoats pushed up around you.
One little girl, sitting next to her mommy a few seats down, stares at you in mute fascination from over the back of her seat. She suckles her own pacifier, but then takes it out of her mouth to ask her mommy a question. Your shiny padded mittens are too clumsy to remove your own pacifier, so even she has more agency than you have.
Eventally you arrive at the stop by the beach and [[get off the bus]].You stare into the middle distance, ignoring the jeers from outside as the bus pulls away.
The journey is quite uneventful. Brittany chats on her phone for a while, making arrangements for the day. You squirm in your seat, trying to get confortable with your massively padded butt wedged in the seat and your petticoats pushed up around you.
An elderly lady gets into conversation with Brittany about your dress, saying how nice it is to see a baby girl dressed in the old-fashioned style. She seems totally unfazed by how //big// the baby girl is.
Eventally you arrive at the stop by the beach and [[get off the bus]].There are already quite a lot of people on the beachfront as Brittany (if: (history:) contains "\"Let's Roll!\"")[rolls](else:)[leads] you along the boardwalk.
"We're not going to beach just yet," Brittany says. "We need to go in here first."
You arrive at the building that houses the public toilet facilies, with one door marked "BABY CHANGING" which Brittany [[takes you into]].Twenty minutes later you re-emerge, freshly changed and ready for the beach.
You're now dressed in (if: (history:) contains "Ariel")[a two-piece swimsuit. The top is pink, barely coming down to below your nipples, with gathered flounces in the shoulders. On the front is a smiling cartoon Little Mermaid. Below your bare midriff, the bottom half of the suit is shiny blue-green with a fish-scale pattern, to match the mermaid's tail. From the leg holes peek the tight cuffs of your new swim diaper.
"Adorable!" says Brittany. "And I bet you love that it's Ariel, just like you asked for!"(set: $outfit to "a Little Mermaid swimsuit")(set: $diaper to "a swim diaper")(set: $wetness to 0)](else-if: (history:) contains "Minnie Mouse")[a one-piece swimsuit. It's pink, with thin straps that are already digging in to your shoulders, and a low-scooped back. On the front is a cartoon Minnie Mouse, just above the two rows of frills that circle the whole suit. Underneath, the cuffs of your new swim diaper peek fron the stretched leg holes of the suit.
"Adorable!" says Brittany. "And I bet you love that it's Minnie Mouse, just like you asked for!"(set: $outfit to "a Minnie Mouse swimsuit")(set: $diaper to "a swim diaper")(set: $wetness to 0)](else:)[a one-piece swimsuit. It's pink, with thin straps that are already digging in to your shoulders, and a low-scooped back. The whole front is covered by a cartoon of three of the My Little Pony characters. You've watched enough of the show in recent weeks to know it's Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash.
"Adorable!" says Brittany. "And I bet you love that it's the ponies! Your favourite show!"(set: $outfit to "a My Little Pony swimsuit")(set: $diaper to "a swim diaper")(set: $wetness to 0)]
"Now remember, this swim diaper isn't like your usual diapees! It's not super absorbent, so don't go doing too many pee pees, m'kay?"
[[You nod.]]You nod, a little unsure how you're expected to control how much you pee.
"And to help keep the sun off, " Brittany says, topping off the outfit with a big sun bonnet and tying it under your chin. You blink at her from under it's deep brim.
"Safety first! Oh, and that reminds me."
She goes into her pack and pulls out two large pink inflatable arm bands and begins blowing them up. They're so big that they take quite a bit of air, and you've already peed in your swim diaper once by the time she's finished. She holds up the two oversized water wings triumphantly.(set: $wetness to 1)
(If: $voice is "lisp")[ [["But I'm a good swimmer!"]]
[["But I don't even want to swim!]] ](else:)[[You mutely raise your arms.]]You feebly wave a mittened hand in greeting.
"Oh you're //so// cute!" Natalie says. "Why did you never tell us you wanted to be a baby girl? We would have understood!"
"I guess she was embarrassed," Brittany said. "I mean, sure, everyone understands wanting to be girl, but wanting to be a //baby//? That's kind of unusual!"
"But I can //totally// see why!" Natalie says. "She completely suits it!"
(display:"Beach")<!--[[Beach]]-->(if: $voice is "lisp")[["Hi Natawee!"]<youspeak| you say as sweetly as you can manage.
They all gasp at your high-pitched girlish voice.](else:)[["Baba ahaha!"]<youspeak| you say, waving a mittened hand.
They all gasp at your baby girl babble.]
"You sound so //different//!" Natalie says.
All part of the transformation," Brittany says. "She wanted to sound //just// like a baby girl!"
(display:"Beach")<!--[[Beach]]-->You bow your head, lowering your eyelids and blush. Hoping somehow your long dark lashes and broad bonnet will hide your face completely.
"Oh don't be shy," Natalie says. "You're among friends here! We all grew up together, didn't we?"
"And then $yournickname grew down again," Brittany says with a wink. "But yeah, still friends!"
(display:"Beach")<!--[[Beach]]-->You walk along the shoreline, the sand betwen your toes feeling strange to feet that have become used to being in shoes or bootees all the time. Your waddle is even more pronounced than usual, thanks to the water wings restricting your arm movements.
Eventually you come to a group of people setting up for a party on the beach. You recognise most of them as boys and girls you went to school with, now all young adults. A few of the girls come over to meet you.
"Hi Brittany!" a girl called Natalie says. "Oh. My. //God.// is this ..."
She starts to say your name but Brittany interrupts with a wagging finger. "Ah ah! We don't use her old name any more. This is //$yourname//."
"Hi $yourname! Well don't you look //adorable//!"
[[You wave a mitten.]]\
(if: $voice is "lisp")[
(link-goto: "You say \"Hi Natalie.\"", "Hi Natalie")]<!--[[Hi Natalie]]-->
[[You bow your head and blush.]]|youspeak>["But I'm a good thwimmer!"] you protest. ["I wath captain of the thwim team!"]<youspeak|
"That was the //old// you, honey!" Brittany says. "Don't forget how weak you are now! You couldn't swim a stroke any more than you could catch a football!"
You pout and [[raise your arms->You mutely raise your arms.]].|youspeak>["But I don't even want to thwim!"] you protest.
"I'm not taking any chances this close to the water," Brittany says. "Babies can drown in two inches of water, you know!"
|youspeak>["That doethn't appwy to me!"] you say, ["I'm too big!"]<youspeak|
"Not too big for diapers. Not too big for baby food. Not to big for these!"
You pout and [[raise your arms->You mutely raise your arms.]].You raise your arms and Brittany moves to fit the water wings. She quickly realises that they won't fit over your ever-present padded mittens, so you have to wait while she deflates them a little, threads them up your arms and then inflates them again.
Eventually they're in place. They're so big that your upper arms are held out at right angles from your body. You know you must look, if it was possible, even more ridiculous.
(if: "\"Let's roll!\"" is in (history:))["Now, I can't push your stroller on this sand," Brittany says, folding away the baby buggy. "You're going to have to toddle the rest of the way.](else:)["Perfect!" Brittany says. "Not far now.] [[Let's go!->Beach walk]]"You sit on the beach towel(if: (history:) contains "You nod to Brittany.")[ clutching $dollname](else-if: (history: where its name contains "You suckle on your bottle.")'s length is 2)[, feeling very gassy and uncomfortable](else:)[ and look around]. A few beach toys are strewn around you. (if: (history:) contains "You grasp it.")[Your baby bottle rests between your legs.] (if: visits is 1)[Your old school friends have split into two groups, the girls chatting sat on beach towels a short distance away, the boys circled around a barbecue](else:)[The girls chat nearby on beach towels. The boys are over by the barbecue], from which wafts the smell of smoke and cooking meat. Not far away, gentle waves lap against the shoreline.
(if: (history:) contains "You put down the empty bottle." or (history:) contains "You play with your doll.")[The barbecue is ready, the group of boys are taking the food over to where the girls are sitting. [[You decide to wander over.]]](else:)[(for: each _p, ...(open-storylets:)'s 1stTo10th)[(link-goto: _p's name)
]
]They help Brittany unpack her things, asking as many questions as the kids at the bus stop. Everyone seems to have known for ages that you became a baby girl, and they all seem to be under the impression that you //chose// to do it. Eventually, a big parasol is erected for you to sit under, with a towel underneath and a few beach toys scattered around.
Brittany tells you to sit down, and then goes to set up her own beach towel. (set: $wetness to 2)
You plop down onto the towel and [[look around]].(set: $zone to "beach")(storylet: when visits is 0 and $zone is "beach")\
Natalie is talking animatedly about something as you toddle over to where the girls are.
"... and it's not like the sex was that good, I ..."
She stops when she sees you. "Oh hi $yourname! We were just talking girl talk, do you want to join in, now that you're a member of the club?"
"I think maybe she's a bit little to talk about //this// kind of girl talk," one of the others says.
"We were just talking about boys, $yourname," Brittany says. "Not really something //you// would have any expertise in."
"Do you have a boyfriend yet, honey?" Natalie asks you, with the mock sincerity of an adult talking to a small child. "Maybe one of the nice boys at Kindergarten?"
[[You shake your head, no.]]You shake your head.
"Oh there's only one special man for $yournickname," Britanny says archly.
"Oh //really//?" Natalie says. "Who's that?"
"Yes $yourname," Brittany says, looking at you and raising an eyebrow. "Tell everyone: who's the man in your life? Tell the truth."
She smiles, knowing that you're unable to ignore a direct command from her.
The only man "in your life" is Vic, your step-dad. But you feel the block The Special Place put in your head when saying his name. You know exactly what's going to happen when you try say it, and fight desperately to fight it.
[["It's... Vic."]] (if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["It's... my daddy!"] you blurt out.](else:)[|youspeak>["Dada! Dada!"] you say, cringing at the horrible irony that "Dada" is only of the only recognisable words you can speak.]
Everybody giggles.
"Awww! She's a //daddy's girl!//" Natalie says. "I understand //completely// darling! It must have been awful pretending to be a rough and tough //boy// all those years at school when deep down you just wanted to be daddy's little girl!"
You're so overwhelmed by the embarrassment
[[...you start to cry.]]
[[...you crawl silently away.->look around]]The tears start pouring down your face as you start to blubber.
"Oh don't cry honey, your mascara will run!" Natalie says.
"It's not mascara," Brittany says. "It's some kind of freaky permanent makeup she had done."
"Wow! So you always look this cute? //So// lucky!" Natalie says.
"How are we going to stop her grizzling?" one of the other girls asks, with annoyance.
"Maybe she's hungry," Natalie says. "The burgers will be ready soon."
"I could go get $dollname," Brittany says. "Would you like that?"
[[You nod to Natalie.]]
[[You nod to Brittany.]]You nod to Natalie, the smell wafting over from the burgers on the barbecue grill making your stomach rumble.
"No need for burgers, $yourname," Brittany says. "I brought your lunch here."
She reaches down and lifts up a large baby bottle. Inside a pale yellow milky liquid sloshes.
"It's been sitting in the sun so it's nice and warm for you!" she says, holding it out.
[[You grasp it.]]Britanny fetches your oversized baby doll, $dollname. The one designed for very small baby girls, made entirely of soft and fuzzy material with simple features and no hard edges. She has a broad smiling face and "Baby's 1st Doll" stiched into her tummy. You realise you've grown very attached to her. You cluch her to your chest, and the tears start to dry up.
"There we go," Brittany says. "Much better! Now go play with dolly!"
[[You nod, and hug $dollname tighter as you toddle away.->look around]]You grasp the bottle in your mittens. There's easily a litre and a half of formula, with a large rubber teat on the top.
"Finish all that off and maybe we'll think about letting you have a burger, okay?"
You nod(if: (history:) contains "...you start to cry.")[, your tears starting to dry].
"Good girl! Now go sit down and let the grown-ups talk, okay?"
[[You wander back to the parasol and sit down.->look around]](storylet: when $zone is "beach" and (history:) contains "You grasp it." and (history:) does not contain "You put down the empty bottle.")\
(if: visits is 1)[You grasp the bottle awkwardly between your mittens and start sucking on the long thick rubber teat, gulping at the warm sweet formula that trickles down your throat.
The teat seems to be deliberately designed to be inefficient. A valve in its base pull in air each time you suck, and you seem to end up swallowing as much air as liquid.
You suckle steadily for five minutes, then pull the bottle away to see how much you've had.
[[About two thirds are left.->look around]] ] \
(if: visits is 2)[You put the nipple to your lips again and continue laboriously suckling on your formula. The valve at the base of the nipple rasps, pulling in more air with each gulp. The teat is so long that it reaches the back of your throat, so you have no option but to swallow the foamy mixture that emerges as you suckle. Eventually you start to feel full and bloated, you take the bottle away from your lips.
[[There's about a third of a bottle left.->look around]]]\
(if: visits > 2 and (history:) does not contain "beckons you over")[You lift the (either: "nearly", "two thirds") empty bottle to your lips, but you can't (either: "suckle any more", "bring yourself to drink"). Your (either: "stomach", "tummy", "gut") feels tight and your (either: "throat seems to clamp shut", "lips don't want to open"). (either: "The overwhelming bloated feeling is stopping you even thinking about gulping down any more of the formula.", "You feel too bloated and gassy to drink any more.")
[[You drop the bottle.->look around]]]\
(else-if: visits > 2 and (history:) contains "beckons you over")[You wrap your lips around the bottle teat, and eventually guzzle down the last of the sickly formula.
[[You put down the bottle.->You put down the empty bottle.]]](storylet: when $zone is "beach" and (history:) contains "You walk over to the girls.")\
You wander back to where the girls are sitting.
(if: visits is 1)["... so we got the convertable in the end," Britanny is saying. "It's definitely worth the extra."
"Wow, you cam afford that?" a girl asks.
"Lets just say babysitting pays a //lot// better for me these days!" Brittany says. "Oh hi again, $yourname. You okay? What's up?"]\
(if: visits > 1)["Yes, what is it now?" Brittany says.]
(if: (history: where its name contains "You suckle on your bottle.")'s length > 2)[
[["My stomach hurts!"]] ](else-if: (history:) does not contain "...you start to cry.")[(if: (history:) does not contain "You grasp it.")[
[["I'm hungry!"]]
](if: (history:) does not contain "You nod to Brittany." and (history:) does not contain "\"I'm bored!\"")[ [["I'm bored!"]]
]](else:)[["Nothing really."]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Nothing weally!"] you lisp.](else:)[You babble something incomprehesible.]
"Well I want talk to the grown-ups for a bit," Brittany says. "So go entertain yourself, okay?"
[[You do as you're told.->look around]] (if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["My tummy hurth Bwitnee!"] you whine.](else:)[You say |youspeak>["Babababababa!"] and mime rubbing your tummy and trying to pat your own back.]
"Oh do you need burping honey?" Brittany says. "I do tell you not to drink too fast!"
"Let me do it," Natalie says, enthusiastically.
"You'll need this!" Brittany says. Reaching into your changing bag and passing her a square of cloth.
"What's this for?" Natalie says.
"You'll see," Brittany says. "Just drape in on your shoulder."
Natalie puts the cloth on her shoulder and [[beckons you over]].You go to Natalie and rest your head on her shoulder. She smells of sun cream and perfume. (if: $groin is "caged")[You cock stirs briefly in it's prison.]
She starts to pat you rythmically on the back.
"Is this right?"
"That's it. A little harder," Brittany says.
Natalie continues to slap you on the back, you feel the gas starting to shift in your tummy.
"....any second now...." Brittany says.
You burp loudly, and then sick up some formula onto the cloth on her shoulder.
"...aaaaand there it is." Brittany says.
"Ewwwww! //$yourname!!//" Natalie says. "That's disgusting."
"Not the //most// disgusting mess she makes. But definitely in the top five. You see why they pay me the big bucks now."
"Oh my god yes!" Natalie says, taking a corner of the cloth and using it to wipe the sick from your chin.
"There you go, all better!"
You nod in thanks and [[go back to your towel->look around]].(go-to: "look around")<!--[[look around]]-->(storylet: when $zone is "beach" and visits is 0) \
There's a small pink plastic spade and a heart-shaped plastic bucket. You pick up the spade awkwardly, as your mittens won't fit inside its small handle, and begin filling the bucket with sand.
You work methodically, it's slow work because the spade is so small and your water wings make you so clumsy that a lot of the sand ends up everywhere but the bucket. You soon have scratchy sand in your hair and down the top of your (print:$outfit's 3rdtolast).
Eventually you fill it and manage to tip it over and lift away the bucket. A heart-shaped sand castle sits in the sand between your legs. You smile trimumphantly.
"Well done honey!" Brittany calls over. "A castle fit for a princess!"
[[You drop the spade->look around]](storylet: when $zone is "beach" and ((history:) contains "You nod to Brittany." or (history:) contains "\"I'm bored!\"") and visits is 0)\
You put $dollname down in front of you, holding her so she sits up. She stares up at you, her wide innocent face smiling. She's been around every day since you first came home as a baby girl. She doesn't judge you or laugh at you. You have some Barbies in your play box at home, but with your mittened hands they're too fiddly to play with. $dollname is easier to pass the time with.
[[You give her a big hug.]]
[[You talk to her.]]
[[You pretend to change her diaper.]]You pick $dollname up and give her a big hug. She has a comforting and familiar smell that relaxes you. As if to emphasize this, as you hug her a dribble of pee floods your swim diaper.
[[You put her down->look around]](if: $voice is "lisp")[|youspeak>["Hewwo $dolllispname how are you today?"] you say, feeling slightly silly talking to a doll.
"I'm good thanks $yourname! That's a very pretty costume!"
You nearly jump out of your skin, and then hear the laughter. Natalie has walked up behind you and is pretending to make the doll speak. You didn't spot her because of your bonnet restricting your vision.
You frown at her reproachfully as she stifles her giggles.
"Oh no don't stop! I was only coming to help you play with your dolly!"
But you refuse to join in and she [[rejoins the group->look around]].](else:)[|youspeak>["Baabaa gagagagaga oo-oo!!"] you coo to your dolly, imagining that she can understand you perfectly as she too speaks only baby language. It's strangely comforting to have at least one person to be able to talk to, even if it is entirely in your own mind.
You chat for a few more minutes until you [[get bored->look around]].]Even though your dolly doesn't actually have a diaper, you mime changing and putting a clean one on her. It feels good somehow to be in charge of changing a diaper, you've never been allowed to change your own.
Once $dollname is in a fresh imaginary diaper you put her down and [[look around]].(if: $voice is "lisp")[["I'm hungwy!"]<youspeak| you whine, your stomach growling on cue.
"Aw, do you want a burger honey?" Natalie says. "They'll be ready soon."
You nod frantically, you've not eaten adult food like burgers in months, but Brittany shakes her head.
"I've got her lunch right here," she says, reaching down and lifts up a large baby bottle. Inside a pale yellow milky liquid sloshes.
"It's been sitting in the sun so it's nice and warm for you!" she says, holding it out.](else:)[You burble incoherently, opening your mouth and trying to point at it with your mitten.
"Aw, I think she's hungry!" Natalie says. "The burger's will be ready soon, shall I get you one?"
You nod frantically, you've not eaten adult food like burgers in months, but Brittany shakes her head.
"I've got her lunch right here," she says, reaching down and lifts up a large baby bottle. Inside a pale yellow milky liquid sloshes.
"It's been sitting in the sun so it's nice and warm for you!" she says, holding it out.]
[[You grasp it.]](if: $voice is "lisp")[["I'm tho bowwed!"]<youspeak| you whine.
"Well I can't help that," Brittany says. "Babies lives are boring most of the the time, you'll just have to get used to it".
You pout.](else:)[You mumble and gurgle something unintelligible.
"We can't understand you," Britanny says. "Until you learn to use your words like a big gitl you'll just have to make your own entertainment."
You pout.]
"Here, you can have $dollname to keep you company while the grown-ups are busy."
She fetches your oversized baby doll, $dollname. The one designed for very small baby girls, made entirely of soft and fuzzy material with simple features and no hard edges. She has a broad smiling face and "Baby's 1st Doll" stiched into her tummy. You realise you've grown very attached to her. You clutch her to your chest, and [[toddle away->look around]].You wander over to where your old friends are gathered.
Doubtless more adventures are in store..
... but for now, that's (link: "The End.")[(goto-url: 'https://femmified.neocities.org/sp-the-end.html?ending=1' + '&yourname=' + $yourname + '&grn=' + $groin + '&hair=' + $hairstyle + '&voice=' + $voice + '&dt=' + $diapertype + '&pt=' + (text:$peetimes) + '&fot=' + $faveoutfittype + '&doll=' + $dollname)]