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Getting Dirty In the Joker's Kitchen Art

A beautiful picture capturing the vibe of Batman: The Animated Series era Harley Quinn and Ivy. They're both in diapers as they break into the Joker's Bakery. Art by BMan44

DBZ Diaper Humping

Here's a sneak peek at new art for a future chapter of DBZ Adopt By Giants 2 which will be posted in it's entirety, along with art, once it's been finished written due to Pixiv's formatting issues.

Chi Chi's Proper Place (Carseat Finished)

Art for an upcoming chapter of Adopted by Giants 2 featuring a very cranky Chi Chi strapped into her carseat. The biggest brat in the Dragonball franchise has been triple diapered, put into a footed sleeper and pacified with an oversized pacifier gag to keep her nice and quiet during long car rides. If you would like to the story then you'll have to pledge to Patreon to check it out or wait until the entire story is posted here. www.patreon.com/posts/chi-chis…

Chi Chi's Proper Place

Art for an upcoming chapter of Adopted by Giants 2 featuring a very fussy Chi Chi. The biggest brat in the Dragonball franchise has been triple diapered, put into a footed sleeper and pacified with an oversized pacifier gag to keep her nice and quiet. If the binky wasn't enough to keep her from getting into trouble her giant mommy has properly secured her in an oversized carseat by strapping her down.  Let me know what you think.

Mokuba's New Babysitter (Full Story)

Mokuba's New Babysitter follows our favorite kidnapping victim, Mokuba, who is battling conflicting emotions due to a long dormant fetish from his youth. This is the Master File of the story. Contains Femdom, diapers, messing, suppositories, diaper rubbing, breast feeding and spanking.

Art for Mokuba's New Babysitter Story

I hired an artist to draw this picture as a title image/cover page for a unique story where Mokuba comes to terms with conflicting emotions that leads him to embrace his fetish with the aid of Mai Valentine.

Jessie's Accidental Adoption Pt.4

The rest of the walk passed by fairly fast as Jessie sat in the oversized stroller and plotted her next move. She looked up just in time to see the front door open as Mrs. Devonshire pushed her into the manor, but they didn't stop in the foyer. They continued through the hallway until they arrived in the kitchen. The redhead gawked at the massive, wooden highchair which was equipped with dangling straps. The criminal knew it was futile to hope that she wouldn't be confined to the chair, but she didn't want to be fed baby food no matter how hungry she was. She'd suffered through enough indignities at the hand of this woman to last her an entire lifetime. "Stop fighting mommy, bubble butt or I'll blister your hide and lock you in your crib for a week!" Jessie immediately relented and let Mrs. Devonshire unstrap her diaper clad body from the stroller and strap her into the high chair. Maybe it was a test, but the large, rotund woman didn't restrain the redhead's hands. Jessie surveyed her surroundings and noticed that she could reach a skillet which hung close by the highchair. The criminal quickly took advantage of her captor's mistake and grabbed the skillet before Mrs. Devonshire could notice. "My baby is going to love her num nums!" The adoptive mother cooed and turned around, walking towards her highchair bound adult baby. Unbeknownst to the massive mother, Jessie held the frying pan underneath the tray of the highchair, waiting to make a move. The overwhelming maternal force scooped up a massive helping of cream colored baby mush from a huge bowl with a large spoon and shoved it into the young woman's mouth.  A sudden conundrum surfaced within the petite thief; the baby food was absolutely exquisite! It was literally the greatest thing that the young woman had ever tasted! Jessie decided to enjoy the meal since she was practically starving and the food was so good. Hungrily, she licked the spoon after it went into her mouth, sure to get every bit of the baby food down her throat. She ate with reckless abandon, showing no sign of caution which ended up causing the mush to get all over her face and breasts. Regardless of that, she didn't know that the food was loaded with saturated fat, high amounts of carbs and protein as well as sugar, lots of sugar. If she kept eating this kind of food then she would surely lose her hourglass physique. Soon the bowl was empty and Jessie sat bloated, belly bulging over her pampers, content and dazed from the massive amount of calories she had just consumed. She still held the pan underneath her highchair's  tray, but her thoughts were unfocused. She felt slightly drowsy and sluggish, like the feeling you'd get after eating Thanksgiving dinner or an incredibly large meal. It took a moment for her to pull the frying pan out from its hiding place which cost her dearly. She had been too slow and missed her opportunity to hit the fat woman when she swung her household weapon. 'Quit moving around you overweight Slaking!' The bloated thief struggled to hide the pan again as her captor returned with another huge bowl filled with the same delicious mush. "Please. No more." Jessie pleaded, "I'm full!" "I guess you're just not used to eating such a good meal. No wonder you're so thin and scrawny." The jolly mommy chuckled as she pinched Jessie's cheek. The diapered thief groaned from the infantile teasing as the stinging pain in her face from the pinching lingered. All she wanted to do was deck this crazy lady with the pan and grab the stone, but now she was feeling too lethargic from eating the thick baby food to do it fast enough. She'd have to do it when the Whalelord of a woman turned away again, but her patience was wearing thin. Luckily for the diapered criminal, she'd get another chance to swing the skillet soon. "I'll stop feeding you your lunch if you drink your baba." Mrs. Devonshire grinned at how well her new baby was behaving and steered herself away from Jessie and walked towards the fridge to retrieve the bottle of baby formula.  *SWUSH* The engorged, diaper clad criminal missed her target yet again and started to feel her blood boil. She decided to just throw the pan as hard as she could across the kitchen to try and knock the fat woman out. Jessie brought the skillet behind her head and hurled it forward as hard as she could. The pan coasted through the air, but didn't have the distance the young woman desired. It fell right behind Mrs. Devonshire's high heels creating a loud, metallic crash that startled the large woman.  "Oh I see how it is. You're grounded you little brat!" ------ A few weeks later Jessie found herself being let out of her crib by her adoptive mother. Her legs felt weak and almost foriegn to her due to being kept captive in the cramped baby bed, locked within. Such inactivity had given her thighs more mass since the only thing she had been allowed to eat was the fattening baby formula which was fed to her via a baby bottle. The young thief had realized during her punishment that being a baby was no different than being a prisoner, except prisoners didn't get diaper rash. Nothing personified her imprisonment more than looking out through the wooden bars when Mr. Devonshire would occasionally visit her while his wife was in town. He would spend his time teasing her with the prized gem held out in front of her, just far enough away for her to never be able to grab it; basically it was a morbid baby game that reminded her of how pathetic she was. Still, the young thief never indulged him. She knew she couldn't reach it and, even if she did, what would she have done with it if she did grab it? Get spanked again by his overbearing wife? "I hope that you have learned your lesson, chubby cheeks. Mommy was going to spoil you rotten, but you had to test me, didn't you?" The diapered girl looked down and nodded out of shame. She wasn't ashamed of what she did. No, she was ashamed and disappointed that she had been caught. If only she had just been more patient, things might very well have ended differently. Now she found herself being lowered onto the changing table for another diaper change. Jessie remembered back to the last day she was somewhat free as her rear end was being wiped clean. The highchair feeding had ended with her being spanked, given an enema and forced to lay in that horrible crib for hours before she was even given a bottle of milk. Her skin had quickly grown quite irritated from being forced to soak in her wet and messy pampers. One diaper change a day was practically a gift from her new mother, but it wasn't enough to prevent the rash which currently tormented the young woman. "Poor baby has a nasty diaper rash!" Mrs. Devonshire declared. She didn't waste any time removing the soiled disposable and replacing it with a slightly thinner daytime diaper. Her adult baby had been kept in the night time version for almost two weeks now and the massive mother almost decided against putting her adopted adult baby into a slightly thinner diaper. The reason she finally dressed her big baby in a daytime diaper was because she wanted to let her girl get a little exercise today; first up on the schedule would be a nice ride on her new rocking Ponyta. "Now let's break in your new toy!" The large woman cheered as she lifted a confused Jessie from the changing table and plopped her down on the nearby rocking toy.  "You've got to be kidding me. This hurts so much!' Jessie winced in pain from her fire engine red rash which was rocked back and forth against a thinner diaper and the stiff, wooden frame of the faux Pokemon. The young criminal never would say it out loud, but she was willing to beg for a thicker diaper since it would've cushioned her lower half better. However, that wasn't an option so she maintained her angry gaze at Mrs. Devonshire while the woman pulled out her phone and started filming her. Jessie couldn't help but blush; The crazy bitch was recording her infantile pony ride on a cell phone! After a few agonizing minutes, the redhead was lifted from the Ponyta and embraced by her captor. The large woman's bosom enveloped Jessie's face while Mrs. Devonshire breathed in the scent of the smaller woman. "Pew!" Exclaimed the adoptive mother after smelling Jessie's hair. "Someone needs a bath!"  A few weeks ago Jessie would have scowled and fought back but she was actually looking forward to the prospect of soaking in warm, sudsy water. She realized that it had probably been months since her last proper bath. The life she had led up until arriving at this manor was hectic and lacked luxuries. Not only that, but she had lost track of how long she had been imprisoned in this infantile room. While the diapered woman was deep in thought, Mrs. Devonshire had gone down the hall with her adopted adult baby on her hip and entered a lavishly decorated bathroom. His and hers sinks framed by a marble countertop stood to her left with twin mirrors towering above the sinks. Jessie found herself sat next to a porcelain throne which reminded her of everything she had lost since being adopted by this psycho. Jessie looked away from the toilet and gazed at the tub longingly as her new mother walked up to it and turned the knobs, seeking out just the right balance of hot and cold. Soon the criminal found her new diaper being ripped from her waist and lowered into the tranquil bath water. The young woman laid back and felt instantly at ease, a deep feeling of relaxation enveloped her spirit. She inwardly knew that she could learn to love this, to be waited on hand and foot by someone else. However, she would have to give up her freedom and her sense of control and that was never going to happen. 'I may be worthy of being worshiped, but not like this. This isn't the type of pampering any woman should have to put up with.'  Still, she didn't hesitate or try to rebel when her captor took a lathered up wash cloth to her armpits and ran it over the rest of her body. She blushed slightly as her jailer took the cloth below the water's surface and caressed her slit and butt with it. Her embarrassment changed to a feeling of intense pain.  'Oh, Arceus!!' "Please, my skin really hurts." Jessie whined. "I'm sorry to hear that, but you earned it with your behavior, little girl." Jessie laid there in the water and tried to ignore the obese housewife as the larger woman went into great detail about why the rash was for the young woman's own good and how it would remind the girl what happened to bad girls. Mrs. Devinshire immediately stopped talking when she saw the look in Jessie's eyes; she was truly sorry.  Jessie grinned internally when the fat Slaking of a woman ceased chastising her and went back to washing her. Utilizing her puppy dog eyes had served her well over the years and were one of the reasons she had stayed out of trouble with the boss; Jessie knew that she was the best actress amongst the ranks of Team Rocket. At least, that's what she told herself whenever anyone took pity on her or she managed to get her way.  Mrs. Devinshire stopped washing Jessie's crotch. "I suppose that I can allow you some nakie time outside."  "You expect me to go outside like this; naked?" Jessie questioned.  "Yes. Now hush!" The large woman scooped up her charge and dried her adult baby off with thick, cotton towels.  Scrubbed from head to toe by the fluffy towels, Jessie was soon dry and being carried down the stairs and through the house. The diapered criminal could only hope that outside didn't mean another trip around town in the stroller while nude.  Jessie caught sight of the light pouring through a bank of windows which stood prominently in a large room she had never been in before. The windows could be opened once you had drawn back the curtains which it looked like Mr. Devinshire had done so while they were in the bathroom. The room allowed access to the sprawling grassland of the backyard which captivated Jessie's attention. She stared out from her perch, naked on Mrs. Devonshire's hip, studying the layout of the land. 'There has to be more than a hundred yards out there!' She noticed that a few grand old Oaks were dotted about the backyard as she was taken out into the yard. Her obese captor carried her over to a huge, oversized pink baby swing. It was a plastic apparatus suspended by long ropes which kept the occupant suspended, but also allowed for them to be bounced up and down. Mrs. Devonshire took care and effort to slowly lower the nude woman into the enclosed seat, her chubby legs soon stuck out from each hole of the baby swing.  "Bounce for mommy!" Mrs. Devonshire cooed, encouraging her adult baby to bounce. Jessie shifted her center of gravity and hopped up and down on her plump ass doing as she told. Claps of fresh pain rang out as her irritated skin slapped against the plastic bucket seat while her breasts jiggled. The massively obese woman clapped as she watched the thief repeatedly manipulate the swing, much to her amusement. Jessie grew increasingly desperate to be let out of the swing as the heat coming from her rash covered butt built up with each bounce. "Please, let me out of this thing, I'll behave!" "You don't have to bounce, but you'll sit there while I get your baba." Mrs. Devonshire smiled and walked back to the house. Jessie gazed out at the brick lined terrace which surrounded the property as she bobbed up and down in the bouncer. The young criminal realized that with the living room so close to an exit, she could have merely snuck in at night, grabbed the stone and vanished into the tree lined forest beyond the yard before anyone noticed anything. She had been accusing James and Meowth of orchestrating complicated and overly convoluted plans, but now she found herself guilty of the very same offense. Seated in an oversized baby swing, naked as the day she was born and she had only herself to blame for ending up in this situation. 'Where are those two idiots?'  Jessie had no way of knowing that her teammates had watched the manor from one of the many trees close to the house for the last few weeks. However, at that moment, they were in town trying to steal a pie off of a windowsill. Neither one had any idea of what happened to Jessie since they had last seen her, but when they were trying to eat they had staked out the manor, waiting patiently for her to signal to them when they were watching the windows.  Once again, Jessie's thoughts were interrupted by the mammoth woman who scooped her up out of the swing. She was quickly carried over to a small sandbox where she was deposited within its wooden boundaries. "Here, play in the sand and drink your baba. Don't you dare think of escaping or you'll be unable to sit down for a year!"  Jessie nodded and quickly stuck the huge bottle into her mouth. Mrs. Devonshire seemed satisfied by how fast Jessie started suckling on her bottle and returned to the manor. A few minutes into her mandatory playtime, Jessie had an epiphany; Now was the time to act! She could grab the stone and escape! She quickly stood up and dusted off her bare,rash covered ass, trying to remove the few grains of sand which lodged themselves into her irritated skin before she ran to the open glass section of the living room. Quietly she tiptoed to the mantle and grabbed the accursed gemstone. The redhead grinned proudly as she firmly held the item in the palm of her hand. Not wasting any time, she sprinted back towards the window and darted out towards the trees. She didn't care if she was naked, it wouldn't be the first time the gang saw her in her birthday suit. Halfway through the trees, a lonely Spinerak dropped down from a mighty Oak tree in front of her. The startled Pokemon quickly used a Paralysis based attack which rendered Jessie immobile. The naked woman tumbled forward and hit the ground hard, unable to move a muscle thanks to the stray insect type. About a half hour later both of her "parents" had discovered her, lain out naked, clenching the stone firmly. Both Devonshires took turns scolding their bad baby. Spankings and other punishments filled the rest of the day.  ---A few months later--- Jessie rolled off of her belly as she woke up from a deep sleep. Dried drool was spackled across her double chin as she tried to focus.  She didn't feel like today would be any different from the last few months, but she was wrong. Instead of ignoring the young woman, Mrs. Devonshire quickly entered the room alongside her Graveler. The fat criminal was slightly caught off guard by the Pokemon's presence. Would it be utilized to spank her? Instead of a morning spanking, like every single day since her escape attempt, Jessie was carried by the Graveler from the crib to the changing table. As she was laid out onto the table, the young woman lamented on how fat she had become. At least a hundred pounds of pudge was now packed onto her thighs, belly and breasts if her increased size was anything to go off of. If she had to guess an amount for her new weight, she'd have to say it was close to at least two hundred pounds. It used to be quite a shock to the woman who had obsessed over her physical appearance. The last few weeks or maybe it was months, were a blur to Jessie. She drank her thick, creamy bottles and pooped her diapers when she wasn't being spanked. Her life had literally been a never ending stream of spankings, bottle feedings and diaper changes. Some bottles made her gassy and bloated while others made her slow and sleepy. Despite their effects, she grew to crave the two liter formula feedings which explained how she had gotten so fat. "Here, sweet cakes." Mrs. Devonshire gave Jessie the large bottle and the adult baby took it into both hands before greedily suckling on the nipple. The sweet contents within were quickly guzzled down while Jessie got her messy diaper changed. It was how her changes went; the bottle was both her meal and away to distract her. This time the bottle caused her to feel groggy and lethargic which made her space out as the Graveler carried her out of the nursery. These kind of bottles routinely put her to sleep but instead of waking up back in her crib the pudgy thief found herself outside much later in the day.Rays of light fell upon the pudgy thief as she opened her eyes, she was now outside and laying in the grass in just her thick diaper. Her adoptive mother was close by, sitting in a chair while she watched. Jessie, unsure of what she was allowed to do, got up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the sandbox. She looked over her broad shoulder and saw Mrs. Devinshire was smiling at her. Crawling had obviously been the right choice and it was easier than trying to walk. Across the backyard, covered by a series of bushes and undergrowth, a pair of binoculars watched a fat Jessie playing in the sand. The binoculars belonged to James and Meowth, the latter of which couldn't believe his eyes. "She's as big as a Blissy!"  "Why hasn't she tried to escape yet?"  "Beats me. Maybe she likes it?" The feline Pokemon replied with a shrug. Before the two teammates could continue their conversation, a Ferrow landed behind them with a message in its beak. Meowth swiped it from the flying Pokemon before the mighty bird lifted off and flew away.  "It's from the boss, seems like there's a shipment of Pokemon coming through the next city on the other side of the region." "What about Jessie?" Janes replied as he pointed to the large, diapered woman. . "We'll come back for her. Besides, she's obviously eating better than we are and we know she'll be safe here." "I don't think we should leave her. What if she needs our help?"  "I seem to remember her saying that she didn't need our help."  The End

Jessie's Accidental Adoption Part 3

The journey to the nursery was a fairly uneventful one. However, Jessie did marvel at the strength displayed by her gargantuan guardian. It was one thing to carry her around the first floor. The redhead prided herself on her slim figure and assumed that she was just that light weight, but when she was lugged up the stairs on the hip of her captor, Jessie was blown away. 'This woman is as strong as a Machamp!' Both women were flanked by Mr. Devonshire and the delivery guy ascending the stairs in unison with them. The young criminal wished that he would just leave already. His Machokes had already assembled her high chair, playpen and whatever else her captors had bought for her. Nonetheless, the Pokemon stood at the base of the stairs while the humans left their sight. "Here we are, princess chubby cheeks!" Jessie was pulled from her thoughts as the nursery door was flung open by her adoptive mother's flabby arm. The sight before the thief stunned her. The entire room was filled with huge baby furniture all sized up and ready for her. There was a green colored crib against the light blue wall, an enormous changing table was nearby, but the one object which caught her most off guard was a huge wooden Ponyta. A rocking Ponyta to be more precise. "Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Devonshire squealed in delight. "I thought you'd like that, honey." "It's magnificent! She's going to love riding it tomorrow!" Jessie merely cringed and thanked whichever Pokemon Diety allowed her expression to go unnoticed by the "adults" in the room. One thing did trouble her immensely. Her "bed" seemed to come complete with a locking lid. Basically, it was a wooden jail cell. She didn't have much time to contemplate this new development since she was lifted up by Mrs. Devonshire. "What do you say, bubble butt?" Jessie flamed internally as she absolutely despised this fat bitch. Still she knew she had to play along. Mr. Devonshire may know who she is, but this insane woman was still clueless as to her true intentions. "Fank you, mama." The redhead muttered in baby talk as a little bit of drool trickled down from her mouth. "Aww, isn't that sweet?" "Yes, she's going to love her new room. We couldn't have done it without you, erm. What is your name?" "Jack. And you're very welcome, Mr. Devonshire. I suppose it's time my crew and I get going." The delivery man shook Mr. Devonshire's hand and the two men left the adult baby nursery leaving behind Jessie and her new mommy. "It's time for bed, bubble butt." "Stop calling me that!" Jessie whined as her huge caretaker lifted the diapered diva up and deposited her onto the soft mattress. Mrs. Devonshire quickly lowered the wooden bars down onto the top of the four foot tall crib section, effectively jailing Jessie for the night when she locked the lid. "Good night, baby girl. Mommy is going to love taking care of you!" The large woman turned off all the lights with a flip of the switch on the wall and closed the door. Jessie struggled to get to her knees, she could only kneel due to the lack of room inside the sealed off crib. The thief tested the wooden bars above her, shaking them with her hands firmly gripped, but the bars wouldn't budge. She slunk onto her padded posterior in defeat. Her legs were forced apart by the infantile diaper and her thighs couldn't even touch each other when the young woman sat onto her thickly padded bottom. Jessie squeezed her legs together, trying to get her knees to touch each other. The nighttime disposable was much thicker and heavier than the diaper she wore when she gained entry into the manor. Frustrated with the situation, the redhead laid in her new crib, she felt as if her butt was raised off of the mattress by a few inches. Under different circumstances, this would be a rather comfortable sensation, but she was basically in a baby version of jail. This thought kept her from enjoying the luxuriously soft mattress and pillow strapped to her ass. 'I'll just rest my eyes for a little bit and break out of here when they feel better.' A sudden noise jolted the diaper clad criminal from her slumber. The petite lady almost hit her head on the bars above, but just barely missed them. She looked around the bright pink room which was illuminated by the morning light. 'Shit. I fell asleep!' Mrs. Devonshire waltzed over to the crib containing her prize. The baby woman within looked startled and was looking around sporadically for the source of the disruption. The large woman opened the lid of the wooden, infantile cage and dropped a large, one liter baby bottle of Miltank milk onto the mattress. Jessie had to admit that she was thirsty and started drinking from the bottle to not only quench her thirst, but to keep up appearances. What the diapered criminal didn't know was that the contents of the bottle were mixed with a high protein formula complete with diuretics and laxatives. Mrs. Devonshire wanted her new baby to begin using those expensive disposables and she knew that a little chemical persuasion would expedite things. "That's a good baby, drink it all up for mommy." Mrs. Devonshire cooed down at Jessie before turning away from the captive adult baby and returning to the boxes. Midway through the massive baba, Jessie felt a sharp pain from her bladder. She knew that this nut job wouldn't let her use a toilet and, even if she did, it'd probably be something insanely infantile like an oversized potty chair. So, with a great feeling of helplessness, the redhead let her bladder go and felt her diaper began to warm. Jessie felt a slick sensation between her thighs as her mound was saturated in urine. The disposable that encased her loins swelled outward slightly. It was almost like being forced to wear a giant sponge. Well, when it was wet it felt like a huge sponge wrapped around her petite crotch. Feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal, Jessie dropped the half drained bottle and tried to stand up in her crib. The extra heft from the saturated disposable threw off Jessie's center of gravity and, coupled with the extremely soft mattress, made standing up more difficult. However, the thief used the railing of the crib to hold herself up. "Hey!" The redhead called out. "I need a change of pants!" Mrs. Devonshire turned around from the few remaining boxes which were opened and walked back over to the petite diaper girl. Without mentioning a single word, Jessie's leg band was penetrated by the large woman's finger and pulled out from the soggy diaper. "That's a good job , but that diaper should be able to take another wetting or two." Jessie couldn't believe her ears. 'Another wetting or two?!' "No!" The petulant adult whined. "Change me now or I'll get a rash!" "That's cute, but babies don't tell their mommy when it's time to change their diapers." Jessie stomped her foot as a vein appeared on her forehead. "Look, you'll change me right now or I'll start screaming until you do!" "Oh, does my little potty pants want a spanking?" "I, umm." Jessie immediately shrank under her captor's stern gaze. "No." "Are you sure? If I didn't know any better, you were practically begging to go over my knee." The diapered thief held her tongue. "That's better. Now let's get you out of that silly pink shirt. I want to see how cute you are." Before Jessie could object, the large woman had already yanked her shirt off exposing her white silk bra. "Oh my." The large woman frowned as she looked over Jessie's chest. "You're much too young for a bra!" "If I don't wear a bra my boobs will start to sag! Mrs. Devonshire ripped off the white bra, rendering it useless and freeing Jessie's ample breasts. Jessie quickly wrapped her hands around her C cups, but fell down onto her wet diapered butt since she let go of the railing. The large woman chuckled deeply, causing her belly to jiggle. "Maybe once we get a little meat on your bones we can get you a nice training bra, but until then, mommy wants you topless so we can get some sun on your skin." "I'm not going anywhere." Jessie shouted as she held her boobs close to her body with her hands. Mrs Devonshire held up her meaty palm and Jessie's temper once more shrank at the prospect of another fierce spanking. "Now let's get you out of the crib and take you out for your morning walk." Things were escalating out of control. The criminal knew that she would never truly be in control of the situation since she was so much skinnier than the obese woman who treated her like a baby, but she never imagined herself being stuck here for longer than a day at the most. To make matters worse, this behemoth wanted her to run around topless. Jessie found herself being lifted up, from the crib, and once more perched on the large woman's hip. Mrs. Devonshire started walking away from the crib when she remembered that her big baby hadn't finished her baba. She quickly retrieved it and used her right hand to shove it into Jessie's mouth. "Now I expect that entire bottle to be finished or no diaper change today." Jessie knew that this crazy lady wasn't bluffing and, even if she was, the redhead didn't dare call her bluff. She started chugging the baba vigorously with her free hand as her new mother carried her down to the first floor where Mr. Devonshire was waiting for the two women. Jessie could care less about him, but it was the contraption he was standing next to that caused her immense concern. "My word. Is that a stroller?!" "It sure is, honey lumps. I figured you'd want to parade our baby around the town." Jessie couldn't even begin to comprehend how such a huge stroller could even exist. 'It has to be custom made.' The redhead thought as she stared at it from Mrs. Devonshire's hip. Gleaming red metal framed a large seat which sat low and came complete with a five point harness to secure the rider in. Jessie knew that once she was buckled in there would be no escape. "You know me too well!" The large woman practically squealed as she lowered the young adult into the contraption and quickly strapped her in. Jessie felt her guts churn as the tightness from the restraints only exacerbated the pain in her stomach. 'I have to find a way to escape before I really make a mess.' After a short trip through the woods, which enveloped the Manor, the two women found themselves walking up to the edge of the small town. Well, walking was not quite the correct term for Jessie. The redhead had remained snuggly secured in her stroller while Mrs. Devonshire gently pushed the oversized infantile conveyance along the path. "Please, ugh, mommy." Jessie tried desperately to get her captor's attention. "I need to use the toilet!" "Shhh, that's enough of that nonsense, baby. You're wearing your potty." Before Jessie could argue, her captor quickly stuck a large, rubber nipple into her mouth. The criminal tried to spit out the large pacifier, but the mamoswine of a woman held it in place and clicked the shield of the binky which caused the teat to inflate, effectively gagging the imprisoned diapered redhead. "Mmmppphhh!" Jessie shouted into the bulb of the infantile gag, doing her best to spit it from her mouth, but it just wouldn't budge. "That's much better, baby. Don't you agree?" Mrs. Devonshire chuckled and continued to push the stroller into town. Despite being silenced, the young criminal had more pressing issues currently letting themselves be known to the world. Her tiny tummy rumbled and groaned violently, releasing hot spurts of muck into the awaiting pamper. Every now and then, Jessie could successfully clench her butt and hold back some of the mess, but the impending fetid tsunami was brewing. She knew that her body couldn't hold out much longer like this. In the distance, a small group of school children gathered around a Pokemon battle which was playing out in the center of town. A few adults watched the battle with their children and niether the youngsters or their respective guardians took notice of the giant stroller approaching. That was until the passenger within the stroller finally lost her battle with her body. *BLART!* A horrified moan came from behind the pacifier gag as Jessie unleashed everything into her plastic backed underwear. The oversized disposable took all the abuse like a champion, but the stench couldn't be contained from the audience watching the battle. A few children and adults had to pinch their noses while some of them looked around for the source of the putrid smell. Suddenly, the diapered redhead was spotted by a couple of the kids who rapidly tugged on their mother or father's clothes. "Mommy, why is that adult in a diaper?" "Daddy, did that lady just poop her pampers?" These were the most common questions that could be heard coming from the children before they were quickly shushed by their parents. The adults knew not to anger or question what Mrs. Devonshire was doing. The crazy rich woman practically owned the town and her husband's company employed many of the parents. To ridicule the boss's wife, or their mentally challenged relative, was career suicide. Ultimately, Mrs. Devonshire pulled the stroller next to a nearby bench and started to unstrap her adult baby. She knew that she could practically get away with murder and didn't care who saw her change her daughter's diaper publicly. Afterall, in her mind it didn't matter if her daughter was two years old or a mentally challenged eighteen year old brat who backed talk. A dirty diaper was a dirty diaper. She wasn't going to continue her walk when pungent pampers needed changing. Jessie viscously fought against her massive captor. Kicks were thrown and arms flailed. However, the large Snorlax of a woman held her own, she was just much more stronger than the petite redhead in a fully loaded pair of Huggies. A few slaps to Jessie's thighs definitely forced the girl's submission and she laid out onto the bench without any more rebelling. A sickening squelch came from the diaper as the mess within spread from the pressure of being laid upon. With nowhere for it to go, the mess quickly coated her pubic mound and ass. The added bulk from the muck made maneuvering around harder for Jessie. All she could do was lift her legs and stare pleadingly into her jailer's eyes, hoping not to be put on public display in such a humiliating way. "Don't worry, poopy princess. Mommy has plenty of wipes for that big butt of yours." That response spoke volumes to the young adult. She knew that not only would there be no respect for her modesty, but that this most intimate ritual would be done out in public of all places. Here she laid, sprawled out on a bench, topless and wearing only a dirty diaper. "Noo! Not here!" Jessie cried out. "Take me home!" A strong glare from Mrs. Devonshire made the redhead instantly regret her outburst. The burly woman quickly ripped open the destroyed diaper and revealed a very messy situation to both women. Jessie cringed and tightly closed her eyes, telling herself that this was all a bad dream. 'This has to be a nightmare!' Mrs. Devonshire started the change by wiping a baby wipe firmly across Jessie's pussy. Front to back, gathering all the mess into the disposable until she decided to lift the petite woman's legs up by her ankles. Jessie felt her butt rise up off of the padding and kept her eyes tightly shut as her ass was literally lifted up for everyone to see. Every now and then she'd yelp out loud from the woman inadvertently pressing her fingers against her pussy, but these little intrusions were nothing compared to what happened next. Jessie felt her eyes almost bug out of her head when the large woman stuck a large, meaty finger wrapped in a baby wipe up her butthole. "Ahhh!" "Shhhh, I know poopy pants, but mommy has to make sure you're all clean up there." Jessie didn't want to respond. What could she even say that wouldn't get her ass spanked while being held over her new mommy's lap? Luckily only a few people watched and most of the children were shushed by their parents. After the redhead was taped into a fresh diaper, the spectators moved on as a lone woman stepped forward. "Umm, I hate to interrupt, but isn't she a bit old to be in diapers? I mean, she looks like she's my age and I just turned twenty three last week." "Young lady, my daughter is mentally challenged. She can't make it to the potty and I have tried to potty train her." "Oh, I apologize for bothering you. I was just caught off guard is all. I've never seen a person suffering from mental problems be treated in such a way." The young blonde stated. "My daughter never grew out of babyhood so she doesn't know anything else but her mommy's love and care. I personally think that this lifestyle is what's best for her, don't you agree?" "I suppose that makes sense. Sorry again for bugging you and your daughter." 'Is this ever going to end?' Jessie couldn't help but think about how bad things had gotten. First she vowed not to wet the diaper, then she swore she wouldn't mess herself and now a girl very close to her age was looking at her naked, diaper clad body while talking to her looney captor about how she was treated. Every promise she made to herself had been broken. Now her stomach started gurgling from hunger. What fresh hell would this new turn of events invoke? "Oh, looks like my little pamper pooper is hungry. Wave bye bye to the nice woman, princess!" Mrs. Devonshire commanded as she lifted Jessie's hand up to make the diapered woman weakly wave it at her peer. Thankfully, Jessie assumed that this public humiliation was drawing to a close and she was right. Her captor scooped her up off the bench and sat her back down into her luxurious stroller. She then proceeded to push Jessie out of town towards the manor. Once she had the stone she would do everything in her power to block that horrible diaper change from her memory. 'Easily the worst experience of my entire life.' While sitting in her stroller, the leader of her criminal band of outcasts came to a positive conclusion about the interaction between her crazed mother and the random young lady: 'At least the topic of babysitting never reared its ugly head.' She needed as little supervision as possible to grab the gem. Jessie focused on planning her next move from her infantile wheelchair. She may have been strapped in, but surely when she got back to the mansion she'd be freed To Be Continued...

Jessie's Accidental Adoption Art

Jessie finds out the hard way that her target is lot stronger than she looks. I think she's starting to realize that this woman is crazy and is going to spank her silly for misbehaving.

Jessie's Accidental Adoption (Pt.2)

Jessie tried to focus her mind, but she was still feeling dizzy from the drop. Seconds later, the front door swung open and a mountain of a woman stood above the diapered adult. Jessie saw the familiar face of the large woman see had seen from the back row of the Auction, but she looked much taller and fatter now that the young woman was seeing her up close.

"Awwww!" The mammoth woman screeched out. "My baby! You got me my baby!"

Jessie was now deafened by this yelling behemoth who loomed over her. She instantly covered her ears, albeit a bit too late. The redhead didn't have much time to even keep her ears covered as her new mother scooped her up, as if she weighed nothing, and brought the diaper clad criminal into a tight hug. The poor girl's head was pinned between the woman's two massive breasts while she struggled to breath. Luckily for Jessie, the hug only lasted about a minute before she was held out for inspection, legs dangling a foot off the floor.

"She's a little scrawny, but mommy will put some baby fat on those bones!" The massive maternal force cooed to the girl being held up in her arms.

Jessie was still having trouble hearing this crazy lady and looked more than a little out of it from the blow to her head.

"What's all the commotion about, my love?" Mr. Devinshire asked as he approached his wife.

"I knew that you loved me!" Mrs. Devinshire spun around, holding Jessie out in front of her, presenting the diaper clad adult woman to him. "You picked a cutie for mommy!"

He stared blankly for a moment at this bizarre sight in front of him. A young woman, probably half his own age, was clad in an oversized diaper and pink baby tee and booties. This had to be some kind of trick or scam. Who, in their right mind, would want to be a baby?

"Yes honeylumps, I got you a baby!" A fake smile spread across his face.

"She must have cost a fortune, but I'll take good care of her! I'll wash her and feed her and change her!"

Jessie started to get some of hearing back as she was being swung around like a rag doll. She just hoped that this guy would show her where the stone was soon. 'This damn cow is going to make me throw up!'

"I know you will. We'll just have to order some bigger furniture for her. In the meantime, the baby furniture you have should work." The couple both went in for an embrace and Jessie got pinned between this crazed woman's breast and Mr. Devonshire's chest while the couple held each other.

Struggling to breathe, she started to thrash and flail until the two new "parents" pulled away from each other. Within seconds, Jessie found herself placed on the obese woman's hip. 'Finally, in a comfortable position.'

"I'll go tend to the furniture delivery, you spend some time with our new, umm, daughter." Mr. Devinshire nearly choked on the last word as he walked up the massive staircase towards the study.

A meaty finger, from her newly adopted mother, tapped her nose before a big wet kiss landed on Jessie's forehead. A comically large pair of crimson painted lips adorned the once clean section above her eyebrows. Jessie did her best to play along even though she was agitated by this weird woman. Still, she forced herself to make a fake giggle to the delight of Mrs. Devinshire.

"Now let's go watch some Television, baby girl." Mrs. Devonshire announced.

In an instant Jessie found herself being carried down a lavish hallway which housed many priceless works of art on the walls. The criminal simply marveled at each piece and thought that if she couldn't get the stone, then maybe stealing a random painting or two could be just as good. 'I have to be patient. I just have to put up with this woman and then I'll get the prize!'

"Here's the TV room!" The maternal mountain gestured towards an offensively large big screen. This thing was akin to what a cinema used. Jessie found herself staring at it, marvelling at the splendor of the largest screen she had ever seen inside of a house.

'That's what she watches TV on?' As if answering Jessie's question, a large reclining chair popped up from the ground a good fifteen yards away from the screen.

The sudden appearance of the cushioned recliner startled the thief. However, she had little time to reflect on this turn of events before her new mother sat down into the chair. Jessie found herself facing her target, straddling a huge thigh that immediately started bouncing the thin, diaper clad criminal.

"Ride the Ponyta!" The new mother cooed at Jessie as the two women stared at each other.

The scene was so bizarre; one skinny woman was being forced to ride the other much fatter woman's leg like she was a child. Jessie couldn't help but blush from being embarrassed. The screen came to life behind her as the sound system slowly engulfed the room with music, but Jessie didn't care. Her body was getting all hot and bothered due to each bounce and that was all she could focus on.

*Bounce*

*Crinkle*

*Bounce*

*Crinkle*

A rhythm started emerging and slowly the surround sound drowned out the crunching and crinkling of the career criminal's pamper. This was just fine to Jessie who fought with every fiber of her being not to cum as she started moaning. Sure she had a diaper on, but that didn't mean she wanted to use it for any reason. However, her slit was sopping wet, from her own juices, while the diaper worked overtime to absorb her precum her body was rapidly approaching a climax. Jessie noticed her breathing started becoming more shallow as her hips began grinding and thrusting against the woman's large leg.

If the woman noticed that Jessie was now practically humping her, she didn't say anything. She simply continued bouncing her new adult baby on her leg, picking up the pace with each passing minute as the thin diaper clad girl who bounced on her knee really started getting into it.

It had been months since Jessie had anything resembling a legitimate orgasm due to travelling around the world with her criminal companions and she was getting lost in a sexual haze. Her tits were violently bouncing up and down as drool began to drip down her chin as she bounced around like a rag doll. The diaper separating her sopping wet slit from the woman's dress covered leg was absolutely drenched, but could still take more and Jessie was about to fill her diaper in more ways than one.

The large woman knew that the redhead was cumming when the girl's entire body shuddered. She watched as Jessie arched her back and screamed at the ceiling as her pulsating pussy erupted into the seat of her pampers. Luckily the sound system masked her cries of pleasure, but Jessie immediately blushed upon realizing what she had just done. Her arms and legs hung limply by her sides while her target slowly brought the fevered pace of her leg back down to something that felt more gentle. The bouncing still produced a few quivering jets of cum mixed with urine to blast against the saturated interior of her pampers. Still, Jessie knew that she was finished and felt her body growing tired so she laid her entire upper body against the woman's massive breasts, using them as a pillow.

'I'm just going to rest my eyes for a moment."

A sudden jostling broke Jessie from her slumber as she was sat down onto the soft sofa by her adoptive mother. She didn't even realize that she had fallen asleep or know where she was in relation to the rest of the manor. However, upon looking around from her spot on the sofa she spotted the stone on the mantle of the fireplace! She sat mere feet away from it!

"Does my widdle baby want some choco moo moo milk?"

Jessie heard the large woman cooing about something, but didn't care. The redhead ignored her and knew that as soon as the crazy, fat lady left the room she would grab the stone, and run out the front door.

"I guess you're a little bit slow, huh? I'll just get your chocolate Miltank milk" With that said, the rotund woman walked out of the room.

Jessie looked around the room, checking if the coast was clear, before leaping up from the large couch. She heedlessly ran over to the fireplace, oblivious to the crinkling noises coming from her well padded bottom and grabbed the stone.

"Unhand that gem, you little Rattata!" A strong, masculine voice called out.

Jessie froze, hand firmly clenching the stone as she turned her head and discovered the source of the voice came from the husband of the obese lady. She practically stood there for a few seconds, looking ever like the petulant toddler who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Then it clicked. 'Who cares about this guy? He isn't going to stop me!' The redhead pivoted around on her pink booties and took her trademark stance.

"To protect the world from devasta-" She paused awkwardly. "Nevermind the motto. I'm here to take this gem for Team Rocket and for my boss, Giovanni!"

"I knew that I recognized you from that wanted poster. Now give me the gem or I'm calling the police!" The stern tone he used indicated that he wasn't bluffing.

"I'm not giving you anything!" Jessie ran past the angry man and right into the large woman who entered the room from the hallway.

The obese woman looked down at the diapered girl who was trying to look up at her through the woman's ample breasts. Wasting no time, the enormously fat woman scooped the diapered adult up and wrapped her blubbery arm around the criminal's midsection, hoisting her off the ground. "Is our daughter misbehaving, father?"

"Yes, she definitely needs a spanking for playing with daddy's gemstone."

"No! No! Noooo!" Jessie started to flail her arms and kick her legs in defiance as the fat woman carried her over to the sofa.

"This is for your own good, little lady." The mother fought against Jessie's struggles and was able to get the petulant woman over her knee.

"Please!" The criminal begged. "Let me go!"

The fat mother ignored the pleading coming from the struggling redhead as she ripped off the moist diaper with her free hand while the other arm kept Jessie pinned between her chunky forearm and large thigh. The diaper was thrown down to the floor and the woman quickly brought down her meaty palm to spank the thief's bottom. Each slap elicited a high pitched yell from Jessie until she started bawling.

*Slap*

*Spank*

*Slap*

*Spank*

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jessie cried out in shame as her backside was getting blistered.

Once the spanking was over, Jessie's ass was bright red. The rich shade of crimson actually complimented her tight, toned gluteus maximus. The adoptive mother marvelled at how perfect her new daughter's round ass was. Secretly, she was jealous of how incredibly shaped it appeared. "Such a cute bubble butt my baby has."

Jessie ceased her sobbing and looked angry. The spanking was bad, but for this fat heifer to say she had a chunky, bubble butt, really pissed her off. "Hey! I walk dozens of miles a day to stay slim unlike your fatass!"

*Crack*

"Oowww!" Jessie whined.

"That's for using bad language!" The large lady shouted, holding her hand above the redhead's butt, ready to deliver another spank.

"I only said fatass." Jessie replied

"That's it!" The large woman resumed the paddling, holding back nothing. She was going to teach her adult baby to behave and it was obvious to the new mother that this young woman needed discipline. Blow after blow landed on Jessie's already red hot bottom. Alternating from cheek to cheek, the spanking continued until the redhead was bawling.

"I'll be goood!" Jessie cried out between spanks, not noticing that she dropped the stone on the couch.

*Knock*

*Knock*

Mrs. Devinshire looked up from the sobbing woman in her lap. "I wonder who that could be."

Mr. Devinshire smiled and gestured towards the hallway. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, my love."

The large woman wrapped her right arm around the crying criminal's midsection and lifted her off the couch. She carried her new baby under her beefy arm and down the hallway while the sniffling adult watched her prize, laying on the soft sofa, grow further away. Jessie witnessed the stone in the living room leave her line of sight as the fat woman hauled her down the hallway and up to the front door.

*Knock*

*Knock*

Mr. Devinshire opened the front door flanked by his wife. Clothed only in a t-shirt, Jessie realized that her ass was facing the now opened door and was being seen by whoever was at the front door. Her bottom was on fire and the cool evening breeze which accompanied the opening of the front door felt almost worth the humiliating situation she found herself in. However, the thief was grateful for the position she was currently held in. The stranger at the door wouldn't see her face from this angle.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Devinshire!" A delivery man cheerfully announced before he noticed the firm, red butt of Jessie underneath Mrs. Devinshire's arm. "I see that you've finally adopted so I suppose we're right on time."

"Wait a minute. Who are you and what's all those boxes for?" Mrs. Devinshire asked.

"That's a great question, madam. I represent the only baby centric corporation in the region and you're the recipient of one thousand extra large adult baby diapers as well as a full set of adult sized baby furniture." Even though the delivery man couldn't see both of the woman's faces, he recognized the look of surprise on the new mother's face.

Jessie, meanwhile, was equally shocked and kept silent. 'Diapers? Adult sized baby furniture? How long does this cow think I'm staying here for?'

"I can't believe it!" The large woman shrieked in utter bliss and turned to her husband. "You planned for all of this, didn't you?"

"I'd love to take credit for all of this, honey, but a Pidgeotto left that bundle of joy at our door." The married couple both laughed before the delivery man spoke up.

"Your husband placed the order about an hour ago. We had to transport the diapers using Devon Corporation's teleportation technology. There aren't many warehouses around these parts that house all of these items. We got the majority of them from Kanto." The delivery man explained as he looked over his clipboard.

"Interesting. And I assume those Machokes are going to carry all of these boxes upstairs?"

"Wherever you want them, ma'am."

"I'll need the diapers upstairs in the nursery on the left. Oh, and can you be a Deerling and have them set up the crib and changing table up there as well?"

"Certainly. Anything else?" "Well, I'll need a high chair set up in the kitchen and I trust that my husband ordered a playpen?"

"Of course, honey lumps." Mr. Devinshire smiled.

"Perfect! Now all I need is a fresh diaper for little miss potty mouth here."

Jessie felt utterly humiliated. Hanging from under her new mother's arm, her firm ass on full display, which was as red as her hair. She just hoped that she would soon be able to get away from this crazy woman while everything was being set up. During that time, all of the commotion should serve as a reasonable distraction and then she'd make her get away with the stone.

However, her captor had other plans in mind. The huge woman wanted her new baby in a fresh diaper and then fed a nice warm bottle of Miltank extra bulk milk. She took a step towards the delivery man and spoke up. "I'll need a diaper, please. Overnight preferably since it's almost bedtime for this little lady."

The man nodded and ripped open a box nearest him and retrieved a large disposable which unfurled itself due to how it was pulled from the box. He quickly examined it before handing it over to the massive mother. "I believe that could be the overnight diaper, but your husband ordered the thickest diapers that we have in stock. Could be the daytime version for all I know." He chuckled.

Mrs. Devonshire smiled and held it in her left hand. "This will be perfect for all of her future messes."

Mrs. Devonshire turned away from the delivery man and Jessie soon faced the stranger that had been talking about her fate. He was a fairly attractive looking man, brown hair and a blue jumpsuit, but the expression he wore said everything. It was obvious that he hadn't expected Jessie to be so old, but he still smiled at her and tried to look unmoved. Jessie hung under her captor's arm mortified. She was never properly introduced to this cute guy and the entire time this attractive man was probably staring at her bright, beat red ass while everyone spoke about her as if her opinion didn't even matter. Then it dawned on the young criminal. 'He probably thinks I'm mentally challenged in some way. I better play along to at least protect my image.'

She brought her hand back to her bottom and resumed rubbing it. If not to complete the image of her being immodest and uncaring of who saw her massage it. If that didn't work then at least she could do it to soothe the pain which radiated from her backside. Jessie looked around absentmindedly, trying to appear as simple minded as possible. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the man and his crew of Machokes didn't seem to pay much attention to her. He seemingly avoided looking at her face, either out of pity or out of a sense of awkwardness for her situation.

Ultimately he had a job to do and directed the Pokémon up the stairs while the two remaining buff Pokémon followed the captors and their adopted daughter to the living room area. He stopped walking when the large woman laid the bottomless redhead on the ground. He glanced over at Jessie who was laying on an ornate rug, butt naked save for her top as she blew spit bubbles. It was the new mother tsking loudly at the previous diaper which sat abandoned on the floor that made him look away from Jessie.

Mrs. Devonshire examined the original diaper Jessie had arrived in; It was slightly damp, but the round lady cared less about that and more about the thickness of the disposable. She held it up and compared it to the plastic monstrosity she received from the delivery man. She examined both diapers before voicing her annoyance to the room while Jessie tried to blow spit bubbles. "That diaper she arrived in is much too thin. Thank goodness for these new diapers. Right, baby girl?"

This statement almost broke Jessie from her act. Luckily she caught herself before she spoke her disapproval. Instead, the criminal started waving her arms slowly above her body in a rather simplistic manner. Long ago, Jessie had babysat a few babies and recalled this kind of behavior. She did her best to act as babyish as possible and, if the man thought that she suffered from some kind of mental affliction then at least she wouldn't be humiliated. While waving her arms, Jessie couldn't help but wonder what the woman was talking about. 'What does she mean it's too thin?!' Jessie huffed internally. 'That thing was so thick I could barely run in it!'

"Aww, is my special little lady ready for her new diaper?"

Not one person expected a response to this question. Even Mr. Devonshire realized what the thief was doing. He had to admit that it was a smart move: 'Play along with the charade and try to get us to lower our guard.' However, he actually was glad that she was playing along. He stood near his wife and was in deep thought. 'Definitely makes things much easier for me, not her. She could've made a huge scene and claimed that we kidnapped her in front of this courier. Hell, the delivery man would attest to that if it ever reached the authorities.' He was pulled from his thoughts when the delivery man ordered his crew to begin their various tasks.

"Alright, Rocky set up the high chair over in the kitchen and Hulk. I want you to unbox the playpen." Both Pokemon grunted in response and got to work while the delivery man stood a few feet away from a rather bizarre scene. Here he was, staring at a toned and attractive woman, in her twenties, being prepped to be taped into a very thick diaper. He noticed that the woman must have been mentally challenged due to all the drooling and spastic movements she was preforming like how she kicked her legs and slowly waving her arms. Of course he stopped watching once the woman had started wiping the girl's smooth vagina. 'They must shave her to cut down on cleaning time.'

Meanwhile, Jessie continued her act, but had to bit her tongue during the slowly clean up of her mound. The juices from her sexual climax weren't very evident, but regardless of that, the large woman still did wipe every crevice and fold of her most intimate place. She focused on drooling and involuntarily kicked her legs when her captor hit her g-spot. A tingle went up her spine as the mammoth caught her legs and lifted them up.

"Don't kick mommy." This was not a request, but an order.

Jessie obliged as best as she could with her spanked ass raised into the air. 'Who's this bitch kidding? I couldn't kick her if I wanted to with my legs held like this.'

Slowly she found her bountiful booty lowered onto the soft interior of the oversized pamper. It was almost welcoming to the young lady since her ass still radiated heat and was quite sore from the earlier spanking she received. Jessie felt the front of the diaper tugged upwards which caused her thighs to part and her legs to splay out. Then each tape was ripped from their adhesive and pushed down onto the front of the diaper, flush with the landing strip of the disposable. It only took a second for Jessie to realize that she had just been sealed into the thickest underwear she had ever felt. 'This is an actual scaled up baby's diaper!'

Jessie gazed down at her waist in an odd mixture of curiosity and disgust. The disposable garment even came with various baby pokemon across the landing strip which were staring back at her in random poses or states of play. She couldn't believe it. She reached out with her finger and poked at it. The surface of the disposable was slick to the touch and didn't budge like the thin diaper she wore before.This whale of a large woman had introduced her to a real diaper.

"Feeding time!" Mrs. Devonshire announced to the dazed diapered girl. "Could you get the bottle from the fridge, honey? I put it in there when I heard all the commotion this little brat was giving you when she tried to play with your stone."

"Certainly, my sweet." Mr. Devonshire grinned as he walked towards the kitchen where Rocky was hard at work setting up the high chair. He was going to make sure that this thief was to be punished for trying to steal his prized possession. The stout man opened up the fridge and pulled out an average sized baby bottle. He held it up and smiled while unscrewing the rubber nipple. 'Good thing I ordered the liter bottle. This isn't going to be enough to have an immediate effect, but it'll have to do until all the boxes are unpacked.' Mr. Devonshire thought as he reached for the emergency laxative container that was on top of the fridge his wife used. Quickly he poured into the baby bottle a decent amount of the powder and resealed the top. As he walked out of the kitchen he vigorously shook the bottle to ensure an even mixture.

"There you are, my little Kakuna!" Mr. Devonshire grinned, noticing his wife was sitting on the sofa with the thief.

Mrs. Devonshire smiled at her husband while she sat on the couch with Jessie, close to her massive bosom. The redhead was drooling slightly and looked like she was doing everything she could to ignore the proximity of her face to his wife's large breasts.

He did his best to suppress a laugh. 'She has no idea what she's in for.'

"I'm sorry for dawdling, muffin. I just couldn't help, but notice that this baby bottle is much too small for our new daughter."

"You're absolutely right." Mrs. Devonshire took the offered bottle from her husband's hand and frowned. "We'll have to order a special baba for her formula."

"Don't worry about that, dearest. I already thought ahead. It should be in one of the packages."

"Oh, Reginald!" She smiled a toothy grin which said everything. "You're the best husband any woman could ask for!"

"Think nothing of it. I'm just trying to be a good father." He had to give this thief one thing. Her unexpected appearance was getting him a lot of points with his wife.'This might actually be a good thing.'

"And here I thought that you didn't want a baby." The mammoth mother chuckled as she swiftly stuck the tiny nipple into Jessie's drooling mouth.

The redhead's eyes shot open by the sudden intrusion, but she shook off the shock and got into the role of sucking on the baby bottle. Occasionally, she let a little bit of milk leak onto her t-shirt. 'Drinking from a bottle isn't as easy as babies make it look.' Jessie thought to herself as she struggled to draw milk from the rubber teat. Still, all she had to do was tolerate this humiliating situation until bedtime. She would continue the charade until the delivery guy left at the very least.

Speaking of which, the man was watching her out of the corner of his eye, knowing not what to do or say, while the only sounds being produced in the room were from the suckling of the bottle. This awkward scene carried on for a few minutes until her Wailord of an adopted mother broke the silence. "I really should look into those lactation pills I've heard so much about. Most adopting mothers use them to create a bond with their new babies."

Jessie almost gagged on her disgusting, chalky flavored formula. 'Is this crazy woman serious?! She wants to breastfeed me!' The petite woman noticed that the delivery guy was now staring at her. Whether his focus was on the huge lady or herself was certainly up for debate, but he soon chimed in with his two cents. "I don't believe breast milk would be enough for a full grown adult woman to live off of, but I do know that my company can supply you with the necessary supplements to produce breast milk if you're interested."

"I don't know if I want to deal with the random leaking that happens to new mothers though." Mrs. Devonshire remarked while looking down at an anxious Jessie. "But I'll contact your company if I decide to go that route."

Jessie internally breathed a sigh of relief as she finished her bottle. She was happy to have finally finished drinking that poor excuse for milk. Within seconds she was hefted over the huge woman's shoulder. 'What now?' She didn't have to wait long for her question to be answered as the beefy palm of Mrs. Devonshire started patting her back. 'She's trying to burp me? I'm not going to-'

*BURP*

The young criminal blushed at the wall upon realizing that she had just burped in front of everyone. Things just got more embarrassing as the large mother pulled back the waistband of her oversized Huggies and peered down within. "Good girl!" Mrs. Devonshire cooed. Jessie didn't know if she was being praised for burping or for keeping her new diaper clean. Ultimately, it didn't matter since she was hoisted back onto a familiar spot: her captor's hip. "Let's go see your nursery, baby girl"

To Be Continued...

Jessie's Accidental Adoption Art

A truly lovely image of Jessie wearing a diaper underneath her skirt. A good friend of mine, Black Rayal, drew this picture many years ago. I miss you.

Jessie's Accidental Adoption

Jessie sighed out loud, signaling her growing annoyance at the series of events that led them to this secluded section of the forest. James and Meowth both looked back at Jessie, meeting her stern gaze, before they quickly turned around and continued forward, their posture slouched and eyes gazing on at the path below their feet. Hungry, miserable and dejected, they carried on in silence. No one dared to speak up to Jessie after the last tongue lashing she dished out. The trio failed in their latest attempt to nab Pikachu in the most spectacular way a plan could fail. Meowth and James had come up with the "perfect" plan. It was so simple and even factored in a back up plan. However, Jessie noticed an obvious flaw in their operation. 'Geysers randomly shoot water out of the ground' she remembered saying about the area that the boys had wanted to stage the kidnapping of Pikachu on. They brushed that concern away. Meowth especially assured her that he had learned the times of each Geyser's eruption.

"No Pikachu, no food." Jessie whined before continuing.

The boys remained silent, not wanting to further annoy the drenched and angry woman.

"Plus, we're lost and all wet!" Jessie barked as she started her newest triad against her teammates.

'James messed everything up! We're not even in Johto!' Meowth thought bitterly. His brilliant plan was foiled by bad timing. 'If James didn't forget which timezone we're in everything would've worked.'

While the cat Pokémon was able to ignore the fiery redhead's rant, James wasn't so fortunate. The lavender haired man continued apologizing, on the verge of tears, blaming Meowth for the avalanche that happened. Afterall, the avalanche was caused by the sound system that played their introduction music being installed backwards, facing a snow covered mountain which immediately fell onto them once the music blasted from the speakers.

"I don't care who's fault it is!" Jessie stomped forward.

"Then why are you yelling at me?" James cowered.

The redhead stopped and turned to face her friends. "Because! You two didn't listen to my concerns!"

"Meowth was so convincing, Jessie. He made it sound fool proof."

"That's because you're both too foolish to understand what foolproof means." The feline Pokemon remarked.

"You're the fool who installed the sound system backwards!" James fired back.

"Can't we just stop all this squabbling and find some food? We been walkin since dawn!" The cat Pokémon reasoned.

The trio all listened to the simultaneous gurgling of their stomachs.

"Fine, but I come up with the next plan." Jessie replied, asserting herself.

--A few miles outside of the forest--

Trudging forward, our favorite antagonists are finally out of the forest and Jessie smelt something cooking close by. The others stopped in their tracks and breathed in the aroma. Upon smelling the delicious food, they all turned to face each other, practically drooling.

"It smells like a banquet!" James announced.

"Maybe a smorgasbord!" Jessie grinned, thoughtful of all the different dishes and courses she could imagine.

"Hopefully its it's a buffet of fish!" Meowth added before dashing ahead of the other thieves.

Team Rocket raced steadily across the field until their view met a large outdoor tent. Not an ordinary tent for camping or one meant to amuse, but an ornate tent which was large enough to conceal a dining area. There was also an auction if the signs stapled to the posts were read by the trio. Needless to say, they ran right past them and into the dining area.

Dozens of tables sat empty save for countless leftovers that the occasional waiter was removing from each table every couple of minutes. James called dibs on some rice balls while Meowth jumped atop a half eaten, giant tuna fish. Jessie found a nice bit of meat at a table far from the others. She was in the middle of biting the steak she found when she heard commotion emanating through a nearby flap of the tent. Unnoticed by the boys, the redhead left the room and entered the auction. Scanning the crowd, she spotted a nice row of seats by the back of the tent that was empty and sat down. Chewing on the steak she held in her gloved covered hands, she admired all the beautiful objects that would soon be bid on.

"Everyone! We shall start the bidding on item 12412!" The auctioneer announced from the podium as a seductively dressed model walked out holding a wooden box.

The twenty something, blond looked as if she was painted into her tight dress. Her long legs contoured to the dress well and her ample bosom was framed by the V neck.

'I could've made that dress look incredible unlike that blond bimbo.' Jessie mentally jabbed at the blond onstage. That jealousy was soon replaced by curiosity as the model opened up the box and a mysterious light emanated from within until the neon green orb was fully visible. Jessie stared at it, 'that stone has to be incredibly rare.'

"Item: 12412 is a unique and incredibly rare power gem capable of bringing out the truest potential of any Pokémon exposed to it!" Numerous individuals across the crowd murmured at the auctioneer's statement.

Jessie knew she had to get this stone, but she didn't her underlings were on the other side of the tent. Thinking quickly, she realized that she could wait to see who won the stone and follow them home to steal it when the time was right.

"Now, let's start the bidding at fifty thousand!" The stout man proclaimed the starting amount to the audience as a flurry of signs rose skyward, commencing the bidding war.

Jessie had trouble keeping up with who was winning, but after a few minutes and five hundred thousand more being raised, the cash contest was down to two individuals. A tall man, wide as a tree, was holding firm with each bid until his new rival would best him. Meanwhile, a seasoned old gentleman, fired back with bid after bid. The two went back and forth for a few minutes until the old man forfeited the money fight, giving up the gem to the tall man and his wife.

"Item: 12412 sold to Mr. Davinshire for an astounding 755,000!"

Mr. Davinshire's victory was short-lived due to his wife's outburst of tears. Jessie could hear her complaints from the back of the tent and saw how worked up the wife was getting. The argument quickly drew everyone's attention since such a display was seldomly seen at this kind of event. Sure arguments and impassioned tempers occasionally would flare up after losing a bid, but this kind of thing never happened between the people who actually won a bid.

"All I want is a baby!" The wife shrieked as tears cascaded down her fat face. "And you get me a stone!?"

The husband stood up from his chair, upset due to his wife's anger and felt disappointed in himself. He couldn't give her a baby, but he wanted to do the next best thing. "I thought we could raise a Pokémon together and, with this stone, it could be the best."

"I don't want a Pokémon!" Screamed the woman. "I already told you that I don't want a pet and drag me along to an auction, thinking that would cheer me up?!"

"I thought you knew why we were-"

"No, I only came here because I thought you found an auction for my baby!" The rather rotund woman cried.

Jessie felt a scheme forming. It was certainly bizarre, but necessity was the mother of all invention. 'That crazy cow wants a baby. I'll give her a baby!'

The redhead walked from the auction section of the tent, leaving behind the increasingly angry maternal maelstrom who would not be silenced by her husband or anyone else who dared to try and shut her up. The last thing Jessie heard was the woman being told to leave. This hastened her pace as she ran toward the culinary area where she left James and Meowth.

"Quit stuffing your faces!" Jessie barked to the cat Pokémon and her partner in crime, James.

"But Jessie!" The lavender haired man whined. "I'm still hungry!"

"Yea, we can't leave all this free grub behind." Meowth said in between bites of a chicken leg.

"You imbeciles never listen to me!" Jessie punctuated her point by slamming her gloved fist onto the table.

Both of her startled teammates looked up from their meals and gazed at her nervously. James knew that there was a difference between her typical outbursts and true anger. Years of working together had taught him this and he knew that this was her way of telling him that she would not be ignored. Caving into her whims was always the best course of action.

"Okay." James lowered a big bowl of soup from his mouth. "What do you want us to do?"

"I'm going to infiltrate this mansion where an incredibly valuable and rare gem is kept." Jessie explained.

"What's that got to do with us?" Meowth questioned while in middle of biting of a piece of bread.

"All I need you guys to do is to tag along and help me escape once I've grabbed the stone."

"How are you going to get into the house? We're not exactly ninjas, Jessie." The lavender haired man replied.

"Leave everything to me. This is my plan and you two are going to help me when I give you the signal." Before either of them could ask about what the signal was, the redhead had grabbed both of them by their arms and dragged them out of the tent and down the road.

Jessie didn't exactly know where this mansion was, but she did have a last name of her targets. The lack of a destination would not slow her down. She knew enough information to at least get a location out of some of the locals and that was all the stubborn woman needed to start her plan. It was a mantra worth repeating in her mind and the whining coming from James increased her determination. She would get this gem and deliver it to her boss. Just when the determined young woman was starting to run out of steam she spotted an old wooden sign.

"Up ahead is the village of Davinshire. It says here it was established almost 250 years ago. Population: 45" James read the sign.

"That's the name of the targets!" Jessie announced with renewed vigor. She ran ahead of the other thieves and sprinted into the middle of the town square. James and Meowth watched her from a few yards away as the redhead started pestering the townspeople. An older man came forward and interrupted her interrogation of a young woman.

"You seem to be lost, looking for someone?"

"Yes!" Jessie smiled. "Do you know where I can find the Devinshire's house?"

"Even though it's practically a landmark in this region, it's not on a map so no one can ever seem to find it on their own. Walk until you've reached the northern edge of town and once you've gone past the stream, you'll see the magnificent manor in an area surrounded by the forest."

"Thank you!" Jessie bowed slightly.

"No problem. The Devinshire family doesn't mind tourists, but don't anger the wife. She's a little off kilter." The old man scratched the back of his head as he warned the girl.

Jessie, unperturbed by the elder's words of warning, turned to face James and Meowth who were just standing around a few feet behind her.

"Let's get going!" Jessie demanded.

Jessie's spirits soared now that she knew where the gem was kept. Each step was a step closer to proving that she could plan something and actually achieve a predetermined goal. The thief knew that the team's track record was absolute garbage, but that was due to the fact that each and every scheme was overly complicated, she reasoned.

The simplest plan would work without fail.

Everyone paused as they reached the stately home that basked in the evening glow of the warm setting sun. The old grey brick work contrasted against a dark sea of green pine trees. It's multiple windows featured elaborate details and each asymmetric floor had floral trim. The two grand, squared off towers framed the old Victorian manor in a massive fashion and caught the attention of the trio. The very first thing that came to Jessie's mind was "Cha-Ching!"

"Finally, we're here." James whined and then turned to face his best friend. "How are you going to get in that place?"

"Yeah, that place is humongous." Meowth added.

"One minute." Jessie smiled and ripped off her Team Rocket uniform to reveal a thick white disposable diaper and a pink shirt which ended at her belly button.

"How's dressing like a giant baby going to help?" James questioned.

"Were you wearin that diaper the entire time?" Meowth wondered a loud.

Jessie had a throbbing forehead vein on full view after the pointless line of questioning. She approached Meowth with a large rattle and swung the toy at him, hitting the Pokémon on the forehead. The was instantly leveled by the toy and ended up sprawled out on the ground stunned as Jessie pivoted on her bootie clad feet. Her diapered butt stared him in the face as she started talking to James.

"At least you ask the right questions from time to time. Besides looking extremely adorable, I am dressed like this to get into the house." Meowth peaked around Jessie's diapered bottom and looked at James with an unsure look. James returned the look with a shrug.

"Now build me a baby basket!" The redhead pointed at the hot air balloon.

James and Meowth knew better than to argue and got to work disassembling their atmospheric vehicle, fashioning it into a large baby basket. It took about ten minutes, but once it was completed, the boys stared at it with a feeling of accomplishment.

"What are you two doing?!" Jessie barked as she hopped into the adult sized baby basket. "Pick me up and carry me to the front door!"

"Oh, right!" James bent down and lifted up the back portion of the basket while Meowth grabbed the front portion of the oversized baby's makeshift cot. A few grunts and they had the oversized basket off of the ground. Slowly and shakily, the two compatriots carried Jessie down the cobblestone walkway up to the front door of the house.

"You know, you're awfully heavy for your age." Meowth remarked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, I thought babies never got this big." James smirked.

A series of growls came from the occupant of the basket. "Just wait till I get out of this diaper."

Before Jessie could continue her threat, she was interrupted by the basket being dropped on the doorstep which startled her greatly and caused her to bang the back of her head against the bottom of the thin wicker basket. A rapid series of knocks rang out above the dazed and confused woman as the thief tried to figure out what was happening outside of the basket as she held the large bump on that was protruding from her head.

"Good luck!" James called out as Meowth added. "Doin't get a diapa rash!"

Diapers For Trunks

This is the master file for "Diapers for Trunks" a story I wrote back in 2018. It's a very cute and wholesome story. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Diapers For Trunks Art

This adorable picture was drawn by a good friend of mine, Mystrangelove. I wrote this story a few years ago and was forced to remove it from Patreon I hope you enjoy it!

Diapers For Trunks (DBZ)

A vicious solar storm swirled throughout the vicinity of Earth and Mars, blocking the positive energy which came from the moon and canceling out the power of the Saiyan's who called Earth their home. Of course, each Saiyan noticed this interference in their own way. Vegeta and Goku couldn't train in their typical manner, instead opting to lift weights and train in the typical Earthling way. The younger Saiyans were the most inconvenienced by this turn of events, Goten and Trunks had taken their powers for granted for much of their lives and now had trouble flying as well as dealing with other things.

Luckily, Bulma had the answers that all the Saiyans sought and thanks to her reassurances, they all knew that the storm would dissipate in roughly a week's time.

Still, that didn't solve all of the problems for her son, Trunks. On that first night of the storm, before anyone knew what was going on in the galactic sea, he wet his bed and had awakened to his own body lying in a warm liquid that pooled around his butt before slowly soaking into his mattresses. The poor boy had panicked, he had never wet the bed before and when he tried to sprint to his mother, he found that he wasn't as fast as he normally was. The perplexed boy was very upset about this whole ordeal and, while Bulma was very nurturing about the situation, she was also a logical and practical thinker who came to the conclusion that diapers made the most sense to keep his bed dry.

Of course, Bulma wasn't like any other mother; she didn't just go to the local pharmacy and pick up a pack of diapers for her son. Instead of doing things the normal way, she had to invent disposable diapers that were both big enough and strong enough to tackle her son's Saiyan sized wettings, but as with any challenge, she had fun doing it. She basically used one of Trunks' diapers from when he was a baby and scaled up the national brand of disposable baby diapers until it's capacity increased and was large enough to fit her nine year old son.

Regardless of her good intentions, Trunks wasn't exactly excited about being demoted to wearing what was essentially an oversized pair of Pampers to bed. Bulma had to reassure him that this was only a temporary measure until the storm passed and she took great care not to bruise his ego. Much like his father, he could get worked up about trivial things like this. After all, to Bulma, it just made sense to protect her boy from the accidents which she thought were beyond his control.

The blue haired mother, on that second night, reassured her son that his disposable "protection" was only to be worn during bedtime and got her little prince padded up before bed. Trunks had initially fussed and told her that he was too big to be wearing diapers. Being a modern parent, Bulma promised Trunks extra dessert if he would simply wear the disposable underwear for the next week and that ended the issue until Trunks started wetting during the day too.

He always had an excuse; he was too busy playing with Goten to notice that he needed to pee and it was an accident. Or her favorite; Goten had tickled him and made him wet on purpose. Bulma tolerated it, but she knew that her lavender haired son would have an unwelcome surprise come tomorrow if his daytime "accidents" continued.

Once more, Trunks awakened to a dry bed the next morning. but his pamper wasn't as fortunate. The disposable garment was absolutely soaked to the breaking point. He stood up and the tapes strained to keep the diaper secured to his hips. Trunks would never tell anyone this, but he was starting to get used to the sensation of a heavy, soggy diaper around his midsection. He sat back down and sighed as the moist padding contoured to his bottom. Looking around, Trunks started bouncing his butt around to enjoy the sponge like feeling of the damp padding cradling his crotch. To his utter embarrassment, his mother walked in and caught him with a big smile on his face while he was bouncing around.

"It seems like you're starting to enjoy your diaper a lot." Bulma started with a grin.

"Mooooom!" The boy whined as he covered his diaper. "It's not like that! This isn't fun for me!"

"It's not fun for me either, young man. That's why you're going to wear your disposable underwear all day and night until the storm has passed."

"But mom!" Trunks leapt out of his bed, wearing only his diaper.

"No buts except for yours staying in that pamper." Bulma had to suppress a slight chuckle.

"Fine." Trunks pouted.

"Catch." Bulma tossed him a new pamper.

Trunks caught the folded up, slick plastic rectangle and looked down at it, studying it. He felt the material, crinkling in his hands and looked up to see that his mother had left his room, leaving behind his freshly laundered clothing for the day. Except that she forgot his pants! He wasn't too happy with the idea of going around in just his sweater and diaper, but at least she was giving him the opportunity to put on his disposable underwear by his own hand. Typically, she'd lay him down in his bed and powdered him until he reeked of the stuff. The diapering always made him feel so babyish that he couldn't help but blush profusely during it. So, this new found freedom seemed very much welcomed and appealing to him even if he did have to wear a diaper during the daytime.

-------Around Lunch-------

The sons of the world's strongest warriors were at play in the backyard of Capsule Corp, running around, playing hide and seek before that game devolved into a game of tag. Goten had managed to pounce his friend Trunks, knocking the boy to the ground.

"Gotcha!"

"Hahaha, yeah, you sure did!" The purple haired boy could only laugh, completely oblivious to the fact that he was pissing his pamper.

"Hey, Trunks. Umm, your underwear turned yellow." Goten stated naively.

"Darn it. Now my mom is going to think I need these things."

Sure enough, the boys noticed a shadow appear over them.

"I knew that you needed to wear these during the day! Now let mommy change you!" Bulma scooped up the wriggling, protesting boy and carried him back to the residence.

"No, mom!" Trunks whined. "I, umm." He was struggling to come up with a good reason for wetting his diaper since he had used up most of his excuses yesterday when he was still wearing regular underwear. "Please, I don't want another diaper. This one would be dry, but Goten made me wet it!"

Bulma sighed. He was full of excuses, like always, once again it was Goten's fault. Technically, it was Goten's fault, but Bulma would hear none of it. She laid the squirming boy down on the patio table out in the open. Had he regained his powers, he would have simply flew away but with his power gone, he could only struggle and kick his legs like a baby having a tantrum. A quick slap to his thigh stopped his physical protest, but it didn't silence his whining and blubbering.

"Mom! Please! Goten is watching!"

Bulma didn't care, she removed the sodden pamper and dropped it into the nearby trash can where it made an enormous "plop" sound. Bulma could only smile and say one thing to Trunks, "You obviously need your diapers."

The young warrior was wiped clean and oiled up before Bulma lifted his legs off the table. She liberally applied a fresh dusting of powder, coating his groin and bottom. Then he was lowered onto another diaper and taped into it. The change was finished and Bulma blew a loud, wet belly kiss onto Trunks' tummy.

"Mom!!!" The boy squealed.

She ceased kissing his belly and lowered him down onto his shaky legs. He was still worked up from being given such a humiliating diaper change like that; It was one of the most embarrassing experiences of his young life!

*Slap*

"Now go play with Goten, and if you wet your diaper again just come see me and I'll change you." Bulma smiled after slapping Trunks' padded butt. She knew that this was the only way to make her point and get him to focus on keeping his diaper dry or, at the very least, not being so careless.

The End?

Not Worth It (DBZ)

This is the master copy of "Not Worth It" a DBZ story where Android 18 gets paid to test Bulma's latest invention.

Not Worth It (DBZ)

Eighteen spotted the dome shaped building known as the headquarters of the Capsule Corporation drawing closer and slowed herself to a stop over the expansive lawn that stretched out in front of the Brief's residence. The blond began to slowly descend from the sky until she landed on the sidewalk leading up to Bulma's front door. 'This better not be some elaborate joke' Eighteen thought as she walked over to the door. She couldn't help but think about the proposition Bulma had offered her over the phone and how ludicrous it was as she pressed the doorbell and waited. All she had to do was test out one of the blue haired woman's inventions and, upon completion of the testing, she would be paid almost a million more Zeni than the world Martial Arts Tournament paid out for first place!

Bulma heard the sound of the doorbell ringing from her living room and stood up with a smile on her face. 'That must be Eighteen. Took her long enough to get here.' The world's smartest woman thought as she made her way over to the door. With no delay she opened the door to greet a stone faced Eighteen. "Hi, Eighteen. Are you ready to test out my latest invention?"

"That depends…." Eighteen narrowed her icy blue eyes at Bulma "What kind of invention are you talking about?"

"I couldn't exactly tell you what it is you'll be testing over the phone. You never know who might be listening in on us," Bulma replied to a slightly annoyed Eighteen before quickly adding, "Corporate espionage is always a very real concern for my company, but now that you're here, I think it would be easier to simply show you what I've been working on."

"Alright, lead the way." The blond replied coolly.

The blue haired scientist led her friend through her home and into the backyard until they were facing one of the many domes which towered over the rest of the complex. Bulma turned to face Eighteen as she typed in the code to grant them both entry into the laboratory. "I want you to keep an open mind about this and, if you don't want to help me out after seeing what I want you to test, I understand completely."

Eighteen cocked an eyebrow, but remained silent as the hermetically sealed door opened and Bulma stepped through the door. Needlessly to say, the air of secrecy and the awkward way that the normally confident scientist carried herself was making Eighteen wonder what exactly was contained within the dome. She followed Bulma into the building and immediately noticed a strange sight in front of her; in the center of the room was a sealed glass room that had been designed to look like a replica of a baby's nursery. However, that wasn't what made it a strange sight. From what the blond could see, this nursery looked like it was built for an adult.

"Ummm, what am I looking at?" The blond wondered aloud.

"What you're looking at is going to revolutionize childcare and make being a mom so much easier!" Bulma proclaimed with a flourish of her arm. "Simply put, this is an automated nursery system that does everything a mother like us is expected to do, but without us ever having to get up off of the couch."

"That sounds nice and all, but what exactly am I supposed to do? Sit on a couch while it changes some brat's dirty diaper?" The blond scoffed.

Bulma paused, trying to think of the most delicate way to explain to her friend exactly what she wanted her to do. "Well, that's the thing. I can't exactly test this thing out on someone's baby and I kind of need an adult to give me feedback so I can-"

"You know, when I said I would test out your invention, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Eighteen replied in an annoyed tone, interrupting Bulma's explanation.

Bulma laughed weakly, then wished she hadn't when she saw Eighteen's scowling face. "Where else are you going to make twelve million Zeni for laying around for an afternoon?"

"Double it and I'll do it." The blond stated in a neutral tone.

"I'll give you twenty million and not a Zeni more." Bulma countered.

The blond fighter stood there for a moment, contemplating if her pride was really worth twenty million zeni, but ultimately she realized that it was only an afternoon of humiliation. She could endure a few hours of being burped by some crazy invention if it meant getting paid twice the amount of the prize money that she would normally win after placing first in the World's Martial Arts Tournament.

"Fine."

"Excellent!" Bulma chirped. "Just step inside the room and do not, under any circumstances, damage the machine or you'll forfeit all of your earnings."

Eighteen walked over to the large cube of glass and stood in front of a see through door. "What do I do now?" The world's strongest woman asked while looking over her shoulder at Bulma.

The blue haired scientist had since stepped behind a control panel and was in the process of initiating the invention. "Oh, you're doing just fine." Bulma replied as she typed away on her computer.

"Okay." Eighteen muttered to herself as she turned around just in time to see two large gloved hands coming at her through the now opened door.

"Holy crap!" The blond shouted as the twin mechanical arms grabbed her and pulled her past the glass walls that separated the laboratory from the infantile enclosure.

"Just stay calm, Eighteen. You have nothing to worry about." Bulma's voice came through an unseen speaker from within the nursery.

The blond took a deep breath and looked around at her surroundings as she was carried through the air by the hands. She noticed that the furniture wasn't the only thing that was upsized to fit an adult. A plethora of toys were modified and enlarged to be played with by whoever was testing out the nursery. It was at that moment that the fierce fighter realized that she was going to be the one playing with the toys if she wanted to get paid.

Without warning a half dozen arms came from the ceiling and started untying her shoes. Eighteen's moment of contemplation was shattered when the gloved hands finished removing her shoes and started yanking at her jeans while simultaneously tugging at her lavender and dark blue top until she was stripped of her clothing. "What the hell is this thing doing to me, Bulma?!" The pissed off blond shouted, practically naked save for her bra and panties.

"Eighteen, how are you going to test out the automated nursery if you're not properly dressed?" The blue haired scientist asked through the intercom.

Eighteen shrieked as the gloved hands eagerly ripped her black lace bra in two causing her soft, bulbous breasts to spill out into the open. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted another hand pulling out something from underneath the oversized changing table. From what Eighteen could see it was a thick, white diaper that had a dark green landing strip that covered the top of the ridiculously large hour glass of plastic.

"You've got to be joking." Eighteen muttered to herself.

Bulma didn't acknowledge her comment and continued to monitor her invention while the hands maneuvered the blond woman until the machine had her laid onto the changing table. The arms quickly lifted Eighteen's ass up from the changing table as the strongest woman in the world tried to ignore what was happening to her.

A crackle and crinkling sound could be heard coming from beneath her perfectly toned bottom as the machine lowered her down onto the spread out diaper. The stoic defender of Earth laid there and allowed the machine to coat her bald cunt with a healthy layer of diaper cream before another hand dusted her with baby powder. With zero fanfare or remarks from Bulma, Eighteen felt her crotch and bottom sealed within the confines of the cushy crinkling shell of the enormous replica of a baby diaper as the gloved hands finished taping her into the enormous replica of a baby diaper.

All things considered, Eighteen was at least pleased that she was very quickly powdered and diapered. The thought of her being put through such a degrading experience for even a minute longer would've truly tested her patience. Now that the hands were leaving her alone she took a moment to sit up and see just what her new underwear felt like. The first thing she noticed was the sheer bulk of the diaper that forced her thighs apart. So much as a shiver caused the diaper to respond with a loud crinkle that was accompanied by the sickeningly sweet smell of baby powder as a puff of the familiar fragrance escaped from the top of her diaper and hit her in the face. She knew that smell well and couldn't help but blush as she realized that she was wearing a diaper just like her own daughter.

While Eighteen was sitting up on the changing table, Bulma was taking notes about the performance of her invention. It had only taken the metallic tentacles a few minutes to strip Eighteen and diaper her which was a fact that impressed Bulma immensely. If the machine could change a diaper faster than a mother then what else could it do better than a mom? 'Let's see if it can handle an adult sized baby throwing a temper tantrum.' Bulma smirked at the ridiculous thought.

'This might be the most degrading thing I've ever done for money, but I need to think about Marron and Krillin. A few million Zeni will go a long way.' Eighteen told herself as she allowed the mechanical hands to pick her up and move her onto the floor of the nursery. She had to just endure a few hours surrounded by toys and giant baby furniture. Hell, she had survived Cell and Buu, this couldn't be anywhere near as bad!

"Alright, to start things off I want you to throw some of the toys around like you're throwing a tantrum." Bulma explained.

Eighteen stared at Bulma through the panel with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"I can't ship it without knowing if it will follow my program or not. So, I need to see how the computer will react to an angry child." Bulma answered in a no nonsense tone.

"All I have to do is throw some toys around?" Eighteen asked while lifting up a comically sized baby blue rattle. "I don't have to cry or anything stupid like that?"

"Crying or shouting wouldn't hurt, but I don't expect you to do that. Just give that rattle a nice soft toss and then throw that stuffed dragon next to you."

The diapered blond sighed. "Fine."

As much as she wanted to hurl the plastic sphere on a stick at the see through partition with all of her strength, Eighteen reigned in her power and threw the rattle into the air over her shoulder like an unruly child. Upon hearing the beads bounce against the interior of the rattle when it hit the ground, Eighteen scooped up the stuffed toy next to her and flung it into the air. She then grabbed the closet toy she could find, which was a pair of plastic keys, and threw it at the wall in front of her. Unlike the average tantrum throwing baby she was getting paid to imitate, she didn't kick her legs or cry out in anger like a petulant brat while throwing her toys.

Much to her surprise, a lone mechanical hand went for the plastic keys as they sailed through the air and effortlessly caught them. Eighteen watched as the hand brought the oversized keys over to where she sat and started to jingle them in front of her face.

"Seriously?" The diapered blond muttered to herself as the robotic hand tried to soothe her.

"You're doing fine, Eighteen. Try batting at the keys to show the computer that you're interested in the toy." The blue haired scientist ordered.

"Twenty million Zeni." The strongest female fighter in the world could be heard grumbling to herself as she reached out with her right hand and half heartedly started batting at the plastic keys.

Bulma was trying not to laugh as her invention kept jerking the keys away from Eighteen, holding them just out of the blond's reach every time the blond attempted to grab at the toy. It was getting so hard to suppress her laughter that Bulma had to look down at her computer screen and watch the data that was being documented in real time. From what she could see, everything was going perfectly and the computer was following her programming to a tee. However, the next test would be one of the most important tests she would be running today; how well her newest invention could handle feeding a baby.

"Hold still you stupid piece of junk!" The blond growled as she kept trying to smack the dangling keys.

"Alright, Eighteen. That's enough." Bulma announced through her microphone while suppressing a chuckle.

The blond immediately stopped swinging at the oversized set of keys above her when she heard Bulma's voice through the intercom. A hot blush spread across her face as she lowered her hand. Eighteen couldn't believe that she let herself get carried away with trying to hit a pair of toy keys like that.

"What's next?" Eighteen asked, trying to take her mind off of her humiliating display.

"How does lunch sound?" Bulma offered.

"That sounds pretty good, but isn't it a bit early? I've only been here about ten minutes." Eighteen wondered aloud as she stood up from the floor, but as soon as she got to her feet a pair of mechanical hands reached down from above and picked her up from underneath her armpits, pulling her back into the air.

The diapered fighter was about to ask what was going on when she figured out that it was probably a part of the nursery's programming to assist her as long as she remained within the room. Plus, if she was going to have lunch with Bulma then she would need to be dressed since there was no way in hell she would be walking around in just a diaper. Eighteen's enthusiasm for lunch immediately soured upon seeing the giant highchair which awaited her.

"This is your idea of lunch?" The diapered blond asked sarcastically as she was lowered into the infantile chair.

"It's a free meal, isn't it?" Bulma countered with a smirk.

Eighteen sat scowling as the mechanical hands lowered the tray table past her face until it locked into place just above her diaper. With nothing better to do, Eighteen sat there staring down at the plastic tray, waiting for her meal. The hands brought over a large bowl and placed it onto the tray just underneath her breasts.

“I'm not eating this slop." Eighteen stated in an annoyed tone.

"Oh, don't be like that." Bulma chastised her diapered friend. "It's just some pureed vegetables."

"Look, you know that I don't even need to eat so why would I eat this crap?" The blond android asked bluntly.

"Because I need to test the machine and the longer we argue about this, the longer you have to sit around in a diaper not getting paid."

"Alright, you have a point." As soon as she said this, she saw one of the mechanical hands dip a spoon into the green bowl of goop and scoop up a large spoonful of the unknown pureed vegetables.

"Open wide for the Capsule Corp choo-choo train." Bulma couldn't help but sing in a babyish tone as the machine brought the full spoon towards Eighteen's mouth.

"You're getting off on this aren't you?" The diaper wearing blond asked as the spoon hovered in front of her face.

"I'm just trying to have some fun." Bulma replied, defending herself. "It's not my fault you're a big, grumpy baby."

Eighteen rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. She knew it was going to be a long day, but if the most embarrassing thing she had to do was have her meal shoveled into her mouth, like a baby, then she would endure it. After all, being forced to eat baby food was a small price to pay to earn twenty million Zeni.

As soon as the food hit her tongue, Eighteen's eyes widened and her face screwed up in disgust. "What the hell is in this?!" Eighteen exclaimed after spitting the offensive food from her mouth.

"Just cabbage, prunes, beets and a few different fruits for sweetness." Bulma listed off the ingredients before stopping. "Why? What's it taste like?"

"It tastes like it has oil in it." Eighteen frowned.

"Hey! That's my mother's secret baby food recipe!" Bulma barked while a vein started throbbing on her forehead.

"It's not my fault your mom made something that tastes like it came from an oil refinery." Eighteen stated dryly.

"You would know what that tastes like, wouldn't you?" The older woman shot back.

Eighteen scowled, but kept her emotions in check. Just because she was wearing a diaper and sitting in a giant highchair didn't mean she was going to allow herself to sink to Bulma's childish level. "Can I get something different to eat?"

"The only other thing I have is a bottle of baby formula." Bulma smirked.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that." Eighteen sighed. "I'll just finish this slop."

No response came through the intercom other, but the robotic hand did begin to move. It scooped up another big spoonful of the thick, green mush and lifted the offensive tasting baby food up to Eighteen's mouth.

"Twenty million-"

The mechanical hand didn't wait for Eighteen to finish talking to shove the full spoon right into her open mouth. The blond gagged and instinctively tried to spit out the foul flavored food, but she found a lone gloved finger pressed against her mouth, forcing it to stay closed. With no other option, she was forced to swallow the thick mush. The machine waited patiently for Eighteen to open her mouth and continued to feed her the awful tasting muck while Bulma was openly laughing.

Eighteen couldn't tolerate this indignity anymore. As soon as the mechanical hand scooped up another big spoonful of the thick slop and brought it in front of her face, she reached out and grabbed the hand that was trying to push the spoon into her mouth. With a fraction of her power she held the hand in place, preventing it from feeding her.

"Hey!" Bulma cried out in surprise. "What are you doing to my machine?!"

"I know I agreed to test this thing, but my self respect is only worth so much. You better turn off your toy and let me out of here or I'll blow up this crazy contraption along with everything inside this entire dome." Eighteen warned her friend.

"Take it easy, Eighteen. I'll turn it off. Just don't harm the machine." Bulma kept an eye on Eighteen as her hand hovered over a button she had purposely designed for just such an emergency. Needless to say, she was a bit hesitant about using such a drastic measure, but she needing to finish testing the machine.

As Bulma pressed the button that released a fine mist into the nursery, she told herself that it was okay, that Eighteen had deserved it by threatening her latest invention. It wouldn't hurt her, at least, it wouldn't if the machine was perfectly programmed to prevent Eighteen from falling down if she tried to stand or doing something to herself while she was under the effects of the chemical slowly being pumped into the room. It was a simple combination of mentally altering compounds which she had originally invented to help the city's police force subdue criminals. However, they had stopped using it due to all the messy accidents that happened after the criminal was apprehended which was an unfortunate but unavoidable side effect. A side effect that Bulma was ultimately grateful for since she wouldn't have to wait for the laxatives that she had spiked Eighteen's baby food with to kick in.

Out of the corner of her eye Eighteen noticed a thick fog spreading all around her. It was too late to move and she started to fear that she had already breathed in whatever was in the air. 'Why is Bulma doin-' It was getting harder to think as her thoughts grew hazy. Time seemed to gradually slow as her body felt heavy and sluggish. It took all of her remaining strength to hold the mechanical arm in place, but with each passing second the arm was able to push back against her as the pink mist that she had swallowed consumed her mind.

Her mind and body seemed foreign to her as her conscious thoughts were buried deep below her base instincts. She struggled to focus on everything that was happening around her as her hand finally released the hard metallic tendril which ended in a silly glove. The glove was holding a spoon she noticed, but she no longer knew what a spoon was. Eighteen simply allowed the gloved hand to push the spoon past her lips and accepted the thick goop.

"Ackkk!" The diapered blond exclaimed as she started spitting up putrid slop.

'Great. Eighteen hates it just as much as she did before she was regressed." Bulma fumed before realizing that this was actually a positive development.

While Bulma licked her lips, eager to see what her machine would do with a truly unruly baby, the diapered blond was absolutely livid. Try as the machine might it couldn't sooth Eighteen who was in full blown tantrum mode. The plastic toy keys which the hand dangled in front of her were easily smacked from the gloved hand's grasp as the mentally reduced woman screamed. Bulma almost started to panic when Eighteen began kicking her bare feet against the footrest of the highchair, but amazingly enough; nothing happened. The plastic chair didn't break into a million pieces nor did it so much as crack. Bulma found herself staring at the strongest woman in the universe pounding her fists against the highchair's tray as she threw yet another tantrum.

'Alright, at least she doesn't have her super strength or speed, but I can't get any valuable data with her screaming her head off.' Bulma stood there, trying to think of a solution that would calm Eighteen down while the mechanical hands scooped up the bawling blond and laid her onto the floor.

"WAAAHHH!" The diapered mother cried as the gloved hands tried to tickle her to make her giggle.

"Does baby want her milk?" Bulma cooed into the intercom, doing her best to turn on her maternal charm.

The screeching adult baby slowly blinked, looking around for the source of the voice as her temper tantrum petered out. She held her arms and legs still while her ever present diaper cradled her bottom. Still, despite that one small comfort, she couldn't locate the owner of the nice sounding voice. She didn't know where the nice lady was or why her eyes were wet or why her throat hurt, but she did know that she was angry; she felt an intense rage well up inside of her due to failing to find the nice lady who talked to her. Eighteen started to kick her legs when she spotted her feet.

"Gaa goo!"

A happy squeal escaped from the diapered blond's mouth as she lifted her leg up with her hands and forced her toes into her mouth. Bulma looked up from her computer screen to see what was happening and noticed that her friend was busy playing with her feet. 'Not only is she on the same mental level as an infant, but she looks a lot more limber than she was before.'

"That's not very sanitary, Eighteen." Bulma smirked as she ordered the computer to administer the baby bottle to the toe sucking blond.

The cross eyed toe muncher pulled her foot away from her mouth as she spotted the gloved hands coming towards her with something, something she recognized immediately.

"Bah bah!" The drooling fighter exclaimed in glee while waving her arms wildly in the air.

"Here's your milk, baby." Bulma cooed.

A large baby bottle full of milk was presented to the slobbering diapered blond who grabbed for it right away. However, due to her poor hand eye coordination, she immediately dropped it onto her breasts. The gloved hands effortlessly picked up the bottle and tried to help Eighteen hold it by getting her to grab it with both hands, but she was having far too much trouble holding it. After dropping the bottle for a second time, the hands gave up on trying to allow her to feed herself and pushed the rubber nipple into her mouth. As soon as the nipple entered Eighteen's mouth she eagerly began to suckle from the big baby bottle. The milk was cold and sweet, cooling her sore throat which only made her suck harder on the nipple.

'Not bad. The computer knew exactly what to do when the baby was unable to feed herself.' Bulma noted with a smile. Not only was her invention able to handle a big baby, but it was actively problem solving as it spent more time with Eighteen.

Eighteen was so content to lay back and let the robotic hands bottle feed her that she failed to notice that there was something wet dripping down her chin onto her breasts. She absent mindedly reached up with her hands and started to feel the warm liquid on her chest. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was drooling uncontrollably; the spittle coating her chin and chest were evidence enough of this fact, but the poor mother had to really concentrate to even comprehend what was happening. Before she could even think of closing her mouth completely, she started sucking air from the bottle.

"Uh-oh, looks like the baby finished her big baba." Bulma announced over her intercom while the gloved hands started wiping the milk infused saliva from her face and breasts.

"Hmmm," Bulma looked over the scene from her control panel. Eighteen was full and content, but she still seemed too mentally drained to do anything that would aid in Bulma's tests. In fact, the blue haired scientist wondered if her friend was even capable of crawling since the formerly fierce fighter seemed to struggle with holding a bottle. What if she had trouble doing anything other than laying on her back? What if all Eighteen was capable of doing was tummy time? These thoughts bothered Bulma until she realized that she could see what the computer would do while Eighteen didn't need care; She had set up a baby jumper just in case her testing had progressed to this point after all.

"Alrighty, baby. Mommy thinks you need some exercise. Can you bounce around in your jumper for a little while?" Bulma asked, not expecting a response.

Eighteen seemed more than happy to help as she started laughing when the gloved hands scooped her off of the ground and carried her over to an adult-sized version of a baby jumper. The stretchy fabric was suspended from the roof of the mock nursery with elastic cords which Bulma had designed to support twice the amount her friend weighed. A bright eyed smile spread across Eighteen's face as her thick disposable diaper bunched up against her shaved pussy. The bulk felt nice and cushioned her crotch as she dangled in the giant chair, looking around the room with an air of babyish wonder with her adorable smile. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands grab both sides of the jumper and pull her towards the ground. She was able to plant her bare feet across the floor before the by hands let go of her, slingshotting her into the air.

A wild stream of giggles flowed out of Eighteen's mouth as she started bouncing around. After a few bounces, the baby bouncer came to a stop which brought a frown to the diapered mother's face. She fidgeted in place, yanking on the elastic bands before she started bending her legs in an attempt to imitate the rhythmic bouncing of the jumper. Without any idea of what she was doing the diapered blond pushed down with her body and accidentally propelled herself into the air once again. She released a childish squeal as her feet left the ground. She would then land on the floor, prompting her infantile mind to push up against the carpet repeating the move that originally sent her into a bouncing motion.

Bulma watched this go on for a few minutes before she started to watch her invention get to work. While Eighteen had been learning to bounce in her baby bouncer, the gloved hands had been busy cleaning up all of the baby food Eighteen had spat out. This development was not entirely unexpected; Bulma had programmed it to clean up whenever the baby was napping, but she didn't expect the computer to use its freetime so productively while the baby was still awake. As the hands started to clean the room of stray toys scattered on the floor, Bulma turned her attention back towards Eighteen who was still bouncing around like a happy little baby. Unlike a baby, Eighteen was topless and her bountiful breasts were swaying wildly as she bounced around in her jumper.

'There's no way that doesn't hurt.' Bulma thought to herself as she cupped her breasts through her bra and blouse, grateful for the support.

While Bulma was worrying about Eighteen's swinging C cups, the bouncing blond was starting to slow down. The once smiling and giggling woman was starting to yawn. It looked like she had used up all of her energy.

"Maybe it's time for a nap?" Bulma thought aloud as she noticed that Eighteen was now leaning back in the adult sized baby jumper.

If Eighteen didn't want a nap, she definitely didn't make it known. The tuckered out warrior allowed the gloved hands to lift her out of the giant jumper and bring her over to an enormous crib. She was plopped down onto her diapered bottom, but underneath the pillow cradling her ass was an equally soft and comfortable mattress.

However, before the gloved hands could lay Eighteen down for a nap, the adult sized baby stood up on shaking, uncoordinated legs as she grabbed the top of the crib's railing to steady herself. This new development made Bulma look up from her computer screen in confusion before she grew concerned by the strained face Eighteen was making.

"Oh, shit." Bulma swore to herself as she realized just what Eighteen was about to do. "I completely forgot that I double dosed her food and bottle with laxatives!"

The dimwitted diapered blond felt a strong tremor rock her abdomen as an involuntary, muffled fart echoed in the nursery. She had been forcing her body to push the painful feeling out of her stomach when a sudden warmth erupted into the seat of her diaper. By the time she finished pooping Eighteen was starting to slowly come out of her dazed stupor. However, what had started off as a gradual realization of the names of everything around her blossomed into the knowledge that she was crouching in a crib with a very dirty diaper strapped against her ass.

It was as if a light switch has been flicked on. One moment, the diapered mother couldn't name anything or comprehend what she was doing. The next moment everything had a name and a purpose as an intelligent glimmer returned to her eyes.

"Wha- what happened?" Eighteen asked, obviously confused by the fact she was crouching in a giant crib in an absolutely defiled diaper.

"I think you pooped yourself." Bulma replied, as she took in Eighteen's shocked expression, trying not to mention the obvious bloated diaper hanging from the Android's hips.

Eighteen's face burned with shame as she straightened up from her crouched position on her knees, determined not to press the inside of the disgusting diaper against her skin even though her mess was already all over her ass and crotch. The damn thing was beyond dirty; it was also drenched and weighed a ton! She could feel the weight of her large load causing her diaper to sag past her knees. Her milky pink nipples were standing at attention due to cool air coming in from the open door of the nursery where Bulma stood, staring at her with an awkward smile.

"Well, I must admit that you earned your pay. Would you like to test out the changing and bathing options? Bulma asked before adding, "I'll throw in an extra million Zeni."

The End?

Not Worth It (Art)

This is the art for the DBZ story called "Not Worth It." Android18 gets paid to test out Bulma's newest invention.

Question

Which do you prefer; Stories with diaper boys or diapered women stories?

Haruko's New Job

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Haruko's New Job

This picture of Haruko teasing Naota after diapering him inspired this tale. Art by Tig3r Johnny.

Haruko's New Job

Naota Nandaba sat suspended just slightly above the carpet of his room, confined in an infantile harness like device that prevented him from fully setting his bare feet on the ground. However, that wasn't the worst part of his predicament. The boy, who had once summoned the power of the Pirate King, was clad in only a thick, disposable diaper which separated him from the mesh of the baby bouncer. He gave it a tentative bounce and was rewarded with the babyish chair recoiling, as per its design, creating a fresh new wave of crinkles due to his oversized Pampers getting pressed tightly against the seat of the chair and his powdered groin.

He could only wonder where the hell this stuff came from and how Haruko had acquired it. Then again, he knew the how wasn't important. That crazy woman, who he shared conflicting emotions for, could get almost anything when she put her mind to it. Still, why did this stuff even exist? His baby blue booties grazed the floor once again, sending him bouncing slightly, as he sulked and suckled on his matching pacifier.

A blush never left his youthful, boyish face while he thought over his current situation. He was a teen, a young adult! Not this overgrown infant that Haruko had turned him into in just under a day's time. Naota'so nly hope was that things would return to normal once his dad and grandfather returned from their trip to Tokyo.

Normal.

How he once loathed that word. Ever since that pink haired woman came speeding into his life on that yellow Vespa, his life has been nothing close to normal. He could vividly remember each day since her arrival, but the last twenty four hours were a fresh new form of hell for him to endure. Here he sat, in a baby swing meant for an infant, contemplating why this was happening in the first place.

-Yesterday-

"Ta-Kun!?" I heard the familiar voice call out to me after she kicked open the front door.

"What?!"

"Get your butt down here!"

"Fine!" I yelled out to her from my bed.

Lately, things had been getting more crazy and intense. I had to admit that I was getting annoyed with her games. She was always caressing me and telling me stuff that got my heart going before using me in some bizarre way. Now, she was yelling out to me and she never liked being ignored.

With a sigh, I got up from my bed, exited my room and descended the stairs. What awaited me at the bottom of the stairs truly caught me off guard. The pink haired nuisance turned house guest was standing there in what could only be described as a nanny outfit. A big white apron adorned her slender waist while a dark blue dress hid behind it. For the rebellious woman who rode a yellow Vespa, it was rather traditional and conservative, attributes that weren't usually on the tip of my tongue when describing her outfits.

Regardless of that, I was more concerned at what she carried under her arms. A bright, purple package, shaped like a rectangle, stuck out from under her left arm and her right hand carried a huge bag, covered in babyish print. From my vantage point, it appeared to be little safety pins, bottles and rattles strewn across the exterior of the bag. I had to admit that curiosity got the better of me when I opened my big mouth and asked her in a snarky tone what she was up to.

"What's with the outfit and what's in the bag?"

"I'm babysitting,"Haruko replied with a smirk, setting down the bag of diapers and her big mysterious bag embroidered with infantile designs.

"That's rich. Who'd trust you with a baby?"

"Your daddy did. Him and the old geezer went away to Tokyo for a few days, remember?"

I openly scoffed at that. "I don't need a babysitter. Besides, I can take better care of myself than you ever could. How many times have you almost gotten me killed this week?"

"Oh Ta-Kun.I'm gonna baby proof every inch of this house, but first I gotta get you dressed." The pink haired wild woman winked at her new charge.

"What are you talking about? I'm already dressed!" I gestured at my shorts and light blue sweater.

Haruko placed her hands onto her hips and stared me right in the eyes before giving me a declaration in a sultry tone that ended with her teasing me. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the fun way. Up to you."

I didn't think twice, typically when a strange woman like Haruko offers you a choice, neither option is going to be particularly painless. So, in this situation, I turned away from her and bolted up the stairs, running as fast as my legs could take me.

"Uuuhh, the chase scene. My favorite!" Haruko grinned, yanking out a diaper from the purple package as she took off after me.

There wasn't a very big chance of me getting away from her, especially since I was already cornered when I started running. She basically forced me to run to the second floor and try to hide in my room. Even though I was given a tiny head start, by the time I got to my room, she not only closed the gap but was leaping after me. Haruko landed on top of me, forcing me to the ground, pinning me down onto the carpet.

"What the heck, Haruko!" I cried out, staring up at her face which held a bizarre mixture of mischief and, what could only be described as maternal lust.

She gazed down at me, like I was some kind of prey, her golden eyes sparkling like she had just caught a mouse. "You've always been my little baby, Naota. I just never knew it."

In the blink of an eye, my shorts and sweater were stripped from my body and, as I was registering the fact that I lay trapped underneath her, in just my boxers, she finished the job. A gentle breeze blew into my room through the open window. The air felt cold on my pale skin which caused me to shiver, punctuating the awkwardness of the moment rather poetically while my keeper held out the disposable diaper in front of my face. She tugged on the opposing wings, causing it to spring back and forth like a bungee cord in her hands. It snapped back each time she tugged at it. I could only stare up at her with an ear to ear blush, never before had I felt so vulnerable.

Now or never.

I summoned all my remaining energy and tried to break free from her hold, but all it did was entangle us together. A cloud of baby powder obscured our minor battle as I tried to escape while she powdered my junk before the cloud settled. I lay there, fully diapered for the first time in who knew how many years. Running away and trying to fight had been futile, only earning me laughter from Haruko after she got me pampered.

Still, at least I can say that I tried to run instead of just literally lying back and getting my butt wiped. I did my best to block it out when she taped me into this ridiculous baby diaper. The very situation repulsed me and the reality of what had transpired was just too much to bare. For a moment, I felt like this had to be some strange dream, or better yet, nightmare. I mean, the other night, when TV Boy emerged from my skull felt more real than this. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, the crinkly sound coming from my waist, and Haruko's cooing, told me that this was real. The words she spoke pulled me from my daze rather quickly.

"There, much better. My little Ta-Kun is all safe and protected in his Pampers." She grinned a Cheshire smile and patted my crotch.

I crossed my arms and scowled at her in response. It was the only thing I could do.

"Okay, I'm in a diaper, you win. Now, leave me alone!" I tried to broadcast my dissatisfaction and angst as best as I could, but it sounded like a pouty brat whining.

Haruko must have thought the same because she merely cooed down at me and answered me with that annoying baby talk voice. "Someone sounds awful fussy. Naughty Naota needs his formula to help him feel better. Yes, he does!"

I watched Haruko pull a large baby bottle out of the bag and hold it in front of my face, which only made me scowl harder. She gave it a tentative shake before noticing my distasteful expression. I had already been diapered like a baby, there was no way I'd let her feed me like a baby on top of it.

"Huh, I guess you don't want your baba then." Haruko said in a disinterested voice as she sat the bottle down.

"You're right for once." I retort.

She finally was getting it.

"I bet baby wants some milk fresh from the source?" The pink haired lunatic cupped her breasts and jiggled them to accentuate her point. "How does that sound?"

A huge blush covered my entire body. I definitely didn't want to suck her tit. Just as I was opening my mouth to protest, she shoved the oversized baby bottle into my mouth, silencing me before I could refuse or even utter a syllable. Her catlike reflexes were truly something else, but that was the last thing I cared about because a damn baby bottle was lodged in my mouth!

The nipple must've been huge since it filled my entire mouth with it's bulbous, rubbery presence, forcing me to drink.

"Such a good baby, drinking his milky for me." Haruko held the bottle in place, cooing to me.

I had no choice, but to try to drink the liter of milk. For some reason it tasted funny, like it wasn't just milk. Laying there, now cradled against Haruko's body, leaning into her, I had plenty of time to ponder the meaning of the word "formula" she had mentioned earlier.

"Mmmphh" I tried to ask what was in the bottle, but the maniacal moped driving, guitar weilding woman simply held the bottle firmly in my mouth when I tried to push it away.

"Shhh, it's okay Ta-Kun. Drink it all up and the laxatives will do their job." Haruko explained, cooing to me once more.

I struggled not to gag after being told that the milk I was currently forced to drink was laced with laxatives. Needless to say, I resumed my struggles, shocked and angered by the idea that she expected me to crap my, I mean, the diaper I was being forced to wear. It wasn't ever going to be my diaper and if I could get this bottle out of my mouth, I wouldn't have to worry about using it. but Haruko had other plans.

She pressed the rubber nipple of the bottle against my tongue and whispered into my ear a terrible threat. "Fight me and I'll spank your little butt until your daddy gets home."

*Gulp* As I swallowed out of fear, a bit of milk went down the wrong pipe, forcing me to gag and cough. Luckily, I was able to get the bottle away from my mouth when Haruko noticed me coughing up some of the milk. She repositioned me, practically hugging me. Between my coughing fit and trying to breathe, I had no clue what she was doing. Suddenly, I felt her patting my back, trying to get me to burp. 'That'll never work!'

*BURP*

A massive belch left my small frame, causing me to groan as more milk leaked from my mouth onto her apron.

"There, feeling better?" She asked.

"Ugh, yeah." I had to admit that I was feeling better after almost choking on the laced milk.

"Good, it's playtime for my little man!" My pink haired captor declared, picking me up and carrying me on her hip.

'She's strong.' I thought in awe, as I was carried downstairs to the living room where I was deposited on the ground with a crinkle.

"Now, how the hell do I set up a playpen?" Haruko muttered to herself, looking down at a new box which I had yet to see.

A flourish of her wrist unraveled a sprawling set of instructions that listed each step. She held them upside-down, sideways and eventually, she stood on her hands, trying another perspective to try and understand the blueprints.

"Eh, screw this. I'll just wing it." She pulled out a plastic panel from the box and looked it over, she then sighed and tossed it on the floor, returning to the box to retrieve a new puzzle piece: A mesh siding unit. She pulled out the other three mesh wall segments and stared at them. I had no experience with baby stuff, but even I could tell that they were meant to be affixed to the floor piece.

"Damn it!" Haruko shouted, throwing the mesh pieces at the playpen's bottom piece. Haruko's random outburst caught me off guard, startling me, but she wasn't done surprising me. Not at all, she jumped at the discarded baby furniture segments and attacked them like the crazy woman she is. A dust cloud arose around her as I watched her literally attack the inanimate objects. She pulled out her guitar and whacked the structure four times until she was satisfied. As the dust settled and Haruko took a step back, the playpen stood tall, fully assembled in one piece.

'You've got to be kidding me.' I rolled my eyes.

"Time for Ta-Kun's playtime!" The pink haired fruit loop announced from behind me.

Somehow Haruko dematerialized and appeared behind me. I didn't know what to do as she picked me up from underneath my armpits and lifted me up.

"From Downtown, baby!" That was the last thing I heard before I was literally launched from my spot on the carpet, hurled through the air, thanks to Haruko shooting me like a basketball at the playpen. I landed head first, diapered butt sticking up as I crumpled within the confines of the baby jail.

"Swish!" The pink haired woman cheered, striking a pose. "Nothing but net!"

"Hey!" I yelled angrily. "What's that for?!"

"Just a little game of baby basketball, Ta-kun." Haruko grinned from the other side of the playpen's mesh wall.

"I thought you only played baseball!" I whined.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, baby boy. Now, play with your toys like a good baby or I'll spank you."

Sighing, I looked around my infantile cage, seeing nothing to play with. "I think you forgot something..."

With a blank face, Haruko blinked a few times. "Yeah, here."

She picked up her diaper bag and emptied it into the playpen. A surprising amount of toys spilled out from the interior of the bag and started piling up around me.

"What the hell?!" I was suddenly engulfed by toys up to my neck.

"Guess I overdid it, huh?" A smirk crossed her lips.

"Yeah, I can't play like this."

"You could be the next Michael Phelps, just swim around in the toys." Haruko winked.

"That's stupid and you know it." I immediately realized that this entire situation was pretty stupid, I was already dressed in a diaper and fed a bottle. Swimming in a sea of toys and stuffed animals could hardly top the day I've had so far.

"Fine." Haruko scooped up some of the toys.

After a few armfuls, the playpen looked sparse, just a few toy cars remained and a few stuffed animals in the corner. Obviously, I ignored the plush animals and settled on the toy cars. I simply sat there, manipulating the metallic toy car around the mat while Haruko literally watched over me. Even though I was paying attention to the Hot Wheels classic car, I could feel her staring at me.

"You call that playing?" Haruko stated in an annoyed tone. "You're not even trying are you?"

I did the one thing left that I had the freedom to do: I ignores her and her comments. Who cared if I wasn't actually playing with the car? I wasn't a baby no matter how much she pretended I was. Without warning, Haruko hopped into the plastic playpen and grabbed my arm.

"Here, slide it around and make car noises."

"Car noises?" I cooked my head in confusion.

"You know, car noises." Haruko proceed to imitate a car. "Vroom Vroooom!"

"Seriously?" I couldn't believe what I was being told to do.

"Do it or I'm not gonna change your poopy butt." As if on cue, my stomach rumbled violently, causing me to clench my gut in agony.

"How much laxative did you put in my milk?" I winced.

"Formula." Haruko corrected. "And enough to get your pampers poopy." She smirked.

"Ugghh, I'm going to overflow!"

"Cute." The Vespa driving Bohemian turned nanny chuckled at her charge. "But you gotta make the noises. Do it!"

I tried to focus on the toy car as I pulled my right hand away from my pulsating belly, reaching out for the Hot Wheels car in front of me. Finally, and got my hand around it and moved it back and forth while trying to utter the noises that my demented babysitter wanted to hear.

"Uhhh, vrooom, vroooom!" I imitated the revving sounds like I was the two year old Haruko dressed me as.

"Good boy!" Haruko continued to praise me as she slowly descended to her knees and wrapped her arms around my midsection.

Like a snake coiling around its prey, she wrapped around me and started massaging my bulging belly with her hands while cooing into my ear gently.

"That's my big baby. Just let it go, Ta-Kun. Make me a present." Compelled by her sexual sorcery or the basic urges of my body, I'll never know, but I voided my bowels into the enlarged baby diaper.

A few not so pleasant sounds erupted from my bottom as Haruko held me close, kissing my cheek gently. I felt all the blood go to my head as a blush covered my entire face. At the same time, my diaper was reaching it's limit, coating my nether region in a thick, putrid muck.

"I think-" Fighting back the tears, I struggled to find the words. "I need a change!"

An emotional torrent overwhelmed me, I can barely remember it, but I must have been bawling like a baby. Haruko would've probably left me in that filthy bag of crap if I hadn't started to cry. She's that kind of person, the kind who would've just left me to stew in my own juices because in her perverse mind, it'd probably be more "fun " for her to watch me squirm.

"My little Ta-Kun needs his butt wiped?" Haruko said in that same tone of voice she used to announce the dinner they had the other night: Little Prince Curry Brand.

I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears as her words left her month and assaulted my ears in the childish cadence she utilized. With no other options available to me, I merely nodded as I sniffed loudly.

"Yes, I do." I answered through gritted teeth.

Luckily for me, Haruko cut the humiliation short and granted me my wish. I must admit that the first time I pooped my diaper still haunts my thoughts and is hard for me to ignore. However, I think it might be best just to tell you what happened, just don't expect a lot of details. Between me crying and her speed, it was over before it started.

So, like I was saying, I'm in the embrace of this crazy lady who went from being my attacker to roommate to freaking babysitter in the span of a week. We're sharing this awkward, yet oddly comforting embrace and I had just crapped in a giant baby diaper. The next thing I know, I'm pulled off of the floor and carried out into my pitiful backyard. I pray that no one sees me even though the grassy area behind the bakery is fairly private thanks to the brick walls. Haruko sets me on the ground, her teeth glistening in the afternoon light before she kneels down in front of me. I feel tiny in her presence and the mess covering my crotch isn't helping things. She leans her head in front of my diaper and makes a dramatic, over exaggerated inhale, practically sniffing my pamper like a dog.

"Yep!" Haruko affirmed. "We got us a tinky diaper!"

Just when I thought my face couldn't get any hotter from the tears or any redder, my blush turned an even darker shade of crimson. I swear, I was going to run out of blood at this rate. Suddenly, a smack to my crotch pulled me out of my embarrassed stupor.

"Hey! Just change me already!" I demanded.

"Oh, such a fussy bossy baby. Maybe I should just leave you in it for a while. You might learn a lesson." Haruko quickly stood up and looked like she was about to walk back into the house.

"No!" I called out pitifully. "I am sorry! Please, change me!"

"Well, you did say the magic word." Haruko smiled and leapt into action.

I was ripped out of that diaper and wiped thoroughly in under thirty seconds. If I didn't know any better, I would've sworn that she had experience doing this type of thing before. After she finished wiping me, I noticed that a new diaper hadn't been taped onto me. Maybe she was done playing baby?

"Umm, where's my new diaper?" "Don't need one. You need to air out. Now go play or something."

"But-" I stammered and gestured to my nude body. "I'm naked!"

"Yeah, nakie time." Haruko smirked.

I crossed my arms. "I'm not going to run around here without my clothes on."

Haruko pulled out her Gibson guitar and held it out. "Maybe you'd like a spanking instead?" She slapped the backside of the Gibson to drive home her point.

I flinched slightly, fearful that she would fulfill her threat. Either I get a spanking and forced to play or I listen to her and play. Ultimately, the choice was obvious but not easy to accept.

"Okay." I muttered and ran around the small backyard.

There really wasn't anything to do back here. Honestly, the playpen was more fun than this, but I did my best to appease her. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably just ten minutes, Haruko called me back over to her. She had a new diaper freshly unfurled in her hand, it waved gently in the breeze. I tried not to stare at it.

"Okay, Ta-Kun." Haruko gently addressed me by that odd pet name all the girls called me. "Let's get your diaper on and then it's time for your nappy."

Normally, I would have refused outright while proudly proclaiming how mature I was or how I didn't need a nap because I was in middle school. However, after the emotional roller-coaster I endured today, a nap sounded like a good idea. So,I just sat down, naked in the grass. It was a very odd sensation, but a short lived one since Haruko lifted me up and laid me down onto the thick disposable.

"Why does this one feel thicker?" I wondered out loud.

"That's your sleepy time diapee. Handles more wettings."

Instead of arguing, I let her tape me into the bulky monstrosity. It actually was more than just a thicker diaper, this thing went up to my belly button!

"This thing's huge!" I protested. "Shhh, it's okay, baby." Haruko shushed me and scooped me up into her arms, perching me onto her hip and carrying me into the house and up to my room.

What awaited me was not my old room. My bed had disappeared, replaced by a baby's crib! "What did you do to my bed!?"

"Babies sleep in cribs." Haruko explained, pushing a pacifier past my lips and into my mouth. The large bulb practically gagged me, shutting me up.

"Mmpphh!"

"That's enough of that. You get some sleep, like a good boy, and maybe I'll take you out in your new stroller." She laid me down into the crib, the soft surface was rather comfortable and, under different circumstances, this would be been nice, but not like this! I flashed Haruko the dirtiest look a diapered middle school boy, sucking on a pacifier could muster.

"You're just so cute, Ta-Kun. That's why I picked you!" Haruko kissed me on the forehead and exited the room.

-The End-

Diapered Deception

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Diapered Deception: The End

I honestly have no idea who drew this, but I wish I knew. They did an absolutely fantastic job bringing this idea to life! Seriously, this is what I had in mind when Usagi transformed.

Diapered Deception: Potty Training Showdown (The End)

Despite a peaceful evening with her mother, Usagi struggled with random dreams and had awakened multiple times throughout the night. These dreams explored different realities from the one she thought she knew and caused a great conflict in her mind; One such dream had her happily drooling while being breastfed by her mother in a very full poopy pamper sagged between her legs. That particular dream startled the blond out of her restless sleep due to how natural it felt to be that immature and infantile. Sure, she wore a diaper, but she didn't feed from her mother's breasts, did she?

After getting back to sleep another odd dream showed her a sight that seemed to conflict with the preschool lifestyle that she had grown accustomed to; She stood atop a vanquished foe, dressed in a short skirt and top, holding a tool for fighting the forces of evil: A Golden Crescent.

It all seemed so familiar to her until the nocturnal vision showed a figure manipulating the nearby shadows. This unseen for drew strength from these dark shapes and fed off of the negative energy from within the shadows. It quickly turned the tables on Usagi by changing her cute, silk panties into a deliberately huge disposable diaper that bulged out from underneath her skirt. Her top shrank into a bib while her skirt did nothing to hide the ridiculous diaper which engulfed her crotch. The final touch was her celestial scepter turning into a rattle. Usagi's face went red as everyone started laughing at her.

The figure lurking in the shadows fed off of the energy that came from the blushing hero; it was literally using her own embarrassment against her!

"Such a stupid baby. You belong to me now!"

The figure declared in a voice that sounded very familiar to Usagi. However, in the dream, Usagi's motor skills had rapidly diminished as the communication center of her brain ceased to comprehend basic speech. The blond protector of the moon fell to her knees, babbling nonsensical gibberish to herself while drooling all over her bib and breasts.

Usagi awoke with a great deal of panic as she rapidly looked around herself only to see the bars of her oversized crib. She looked towards the window just in time to see a shadow teleport away from her room. The blond rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times to make sure that she wasn't seeing things. She even pinched her arm just to make sure that she wasn't still asleep.

"At this rate I'm not going to get any sleep!" Usagi whined and rolled over in her crib.

Poor Usagi was overly frustrated and tired. All she wanted was to go back to bed and not have to deal with these nightmares. She might very well have gotten her wish until the figure appeared once more at her window. The being drew from the shadows a wealth of energy which it used to spin another night terror for the poor girl.

It allowed Sailor Moon to return to her normal life again except that the girl quickly found herself mentally regressing in a slow succession of events. A normal day at school descended into her friends helping her do simple tasks like color in a coloring book for art class and do two plus two equals four on the blackboard in front of her giggling classmates. The nightmare eventually culminated with the poor blond changing her diaper changed in the cafeteria by her friends.

"Nooooo!" Usagi wailed loudly.

Ikuko hurried into her daughter's nursery to check in on her screaming teen baby girl.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Let it all out."

Ikuko lowered the crib railing and scooped up her big baby, holding her close while rubbing her back. Usagi's sobs started to die down until her bottom was patted and Ikuko accidently pressed the mess in the back of her daughter's diaper against her skin. This renewed the blond's cries since the sensation of muck touching her once pristine bottom grossed her out.

"I know baby, I know. Let's get your diaper changed and get you something to drink. It's almost time to get up anyway."

This was welcome news to Usagi. Sure, she was exhausted, but she'd rather get up and out of this messy diaper than stay in it and go back to sleep. Regardless of how much she tried to stay awake, the teen still fell asleep during the diaper change and she periodically would pass out while her mom tried to feed her. After being dressed, Usagi slept like a log during her stroller ride to school.

"I know today is Usagi's potty training exam, but she had a very troubling night last night. Can she take the test another day?" Ikuko asked the short teacher as she put the brake down on the stroller.

Usagi blinked and yawned quietly upon hearing her mother talking to someone about potty training. She noticed that she was strapped into a five point harness within her stroller and was back in her preschool classroom. One thing she was thankful for was the fact that she had no more nightmares and had actually gotten some decent rest on the way to school.

"Sorry, Mrs.Tsukino, I can't make an exception for your daughter. If I did then I'd have to do that for all the other girls too, wouldn't I?" Mrs. Junko replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I suppose so..." The blue haired mother turned away from Mrs. Junko, opting instead to fiddle with the straps which held Usagi in the stroller.

"There we go." Ikuko cooed as she unbuckled the belt and scooped her daughter up. She gave the big baby a hug for a moment before setting Usagi down on two shaky feet. "Now, you have a good day, baby."

Usagi nodded and blushed when her mother kissed her on the forehead. The two women walked off in different directions: Ikuko left the class with the folded up stroller while Usagi waddled towards the table where all of her friends sat.

"You don't look so good, Usagi." Matoko remarked upon seeing her friend's tired face.

"I couldn't sleep last night. Too many nightmares." The odango haired girl yawned deeply as she took her seat with a loud crinkle.

"Nightmares? What were they about?" Ami asked.

"I have trouble remembering each one, but the last one was weird. We were all big girls in school, but I slowly started becoming a baby."

"That's odd. I can recall us all being grown up, but only when I focus really hard on my memories while in deep meditation." Rei replied.

"Huh, that's interesting, Rei. At least Usagi seems more mature than yesterday." Ami smiled.

"Hey! I'm plenty mature!" Usagi barked.

"You rarely show it." Rei replied flatly.

Usagi's only response was to stick out her tongue.

"That's more like the Meatball head we all love." Matoko smiled and the table erupted in a fit of giggles.

"Regardless of that, Usagi and I have both seen us as grown ups in one way or another. Also, didn't you say yesterday that you remembered us all having a sleepover together, Ami?" Rei returned back to the topic at hand.

"Yes, that's correct." Ami piped up before looking at the table with a frown. "I feel like this isn't right; something is off."

The table broke out in murmurs of agreement and a few nods as Rei spoke up.

"I don't know what's going on, but I do know that I saw something during class yesterday that was very weird."

"Huh?" The two blonds muttered in unison.

"What was it, Rei?" Matoko asked.

"Mrs. Junko had a pitch black aura around her entire body. It was like she was enveloped in darkness." Rei explained.

This statement instantly caused Usagi to shutter as something clicked within the Odango haired girl's brain. It all came flooding back to her; the shadow creature who was tormenting her in her nightmare!

"I know what you mean!" Usagi exclaimed before lowering her voice. "I saw a shadow creature in my nightmares! It took away my powers and magic wand by making me a dimwitted baby."

"I've seen your wand in my visions, Usagi. It is what binds us together beyond our friendship." Rei commented in a calm voice.

"So, wait. Are we like some kind of team or something?" Minako half asked, half just said the first thing that came to her mind.

"I think so, but I really don't know." Usagi replied.

"We are. I'm certain of it." Ami smiled and looked across the table at all of her friends.

Before the conversation could continue down this fruitful road, Mrs. Junko once again broke things up with another declaration from the front of the juvenile classroom, "Now boys and girls, your attention please!"

The children turned to face the front of the classroom where the short woman stood by a comically large, plastic white duck potty chair. A sinking feeling descended upon the scouts as they saw the humongous chair: it looked adult sized! Usagi instantly remembered her mother saying something about a potty test. This couldn't be it, could it?

"Now children. I know that almost all of you are potty trained, but our resident teen toddlers are still having some issues with using the potty. I want you all to do your best to encourage the girls to try to use the potty like you do. Understood?"

"Yes, Mrs. Junko!" A symphony of childish voices answered the teacher in unison.

"Such enthusiasm. That's good. Now Ami Mizuno, please step forward."

The blue haired teen shyly stood up from the table. She was never one to refuse a direct order from a teacher, but she had a bad feeling about this. Over the last two days, she'd used the potty without trouble, but seeing this one had suddenly filled her soul with a sense of dread and foreboding.

Still, she walked over to where Mrs. Junko stood next to the absurd potty. Sailor Mercury didn't have to stand around for very long before the teacher gripped the girl's shorts and pull ups in her hands and yanked them to the ground with a very smooth and clean motion. Ami didn't even know what happened until she looked down at her bunched up shorts that looked around her pink velcro high top sneakers.

"Now, be a big girl and sit on the potty for me." The smirking teacher ordered.

A massive blush covered Ami's face while she kicked off her shorts and maneuvered herself onto the potty's cold seat. A shiver emanated from her bottom when her naked flesh made contact with the seat, but she ignored it and grabbed the handles. She tried not to look directly at her friends, or any of her other classmates, which is why she closed her eyes and pushed.

For a few awkward minutes, everyone in the room watched the poor honor's student struggle with the most basic function of humanity's day to day routine. Seconds ticked slowly by as the clock in room marked the passage of time. Finally, Mrs. Junko sighed and pulled Ami up from the avian themed potty chair. She didn't hesitate when she pulled Ami's pull up snuggly back into place between the girl's legs.

"Well, at least you managed to keep your pull ups dry." Mrs. Junko remarked dryly.

A loud hissing sound followed the statement and caused Ami to cover her face with her hands as she tried not to sob. The thin training panty absorbed the torrent thrown at it and turned the pinkish garment a slight shade of yellow as it bulged outwards.

"I guess that proved me wrong. Looks like you failed your potty training exam." Mrs. Junko grinned as a surge of energy washed over her, causing her dark aura to flare up. The shadowy essence didn't go unnoticed by the scouts this time.

"First, though, come here." The short woman regained control of herself and took Ami by the hand, leading her over to a large potty training chart which dominated the wall. The chart showed each girl's name, including Ami's own name which was listed amongst the teens who were struggling with potty training. Ami looked at the list and frowned when she saw that only her and her friend's names were on it.

Mrs. Junko handed Ami a marker. "Mark a sad face next to your name so everyone can see it."

Ami shuddered as she drew a very clear frowny face next to her name. Once that was done, she turned back to her teacher and gave her back the marker.

"I am disappointed in you, Ami. I thought if any of my special girls could make it to the potty, it'd be you. Sadly, you failed to keep your pull-up clean. I have to put you back into a diaper now." Mrs. Junko grabbed Ami's hand and led her away from the large chart and over to her table.

Ami felt absolutely humiliated as she was led over and laid out on Mrs. Junko's desk in the same way that Usagi had been the day before. A few ice cold wipes wiping up her crotch and a quick dusting of baby powder was an unbearable blow to the teen's pride, but when she saw the enormous disposable diaper being stretched out, her sobs started up all over again. She tried to block out everything as Mrs. Junko lifted her legs up and lowered them down onto the bulky diaper. It took only a minute for her womanhood to be wrapped in an incredibly thick and infantile diaper. She had never felt anything like it and suddenly realized how bad her friends had it. Her pull ups were practically underwater compared to these huge Huggies!

"Now go back to your table. It's Minako's turn to take the test." Mrs. Junko ordered before giving the blue haired girl a slight slap on her pampered posterior.

The leggy blond sat up from the table and waddled her way towards the adult sized toileting duck. Venus' long luxurious hair swished back and forth against the top of her white disposable diaper. She struggled to ignore everyone looking at her as she became the center of attention in the room, which was a hard feat for her to accomplish considering she typically loved being in the limelight.

Minako approached the oversized potty and did her best to try to remove her diaper, but Mrs. Junko quickly swatted her hands away. The young woman whined and let the short teacher rip the tapes off, sending the heavy diaper landing on the ground with a loud thud.

The teacher tsked to herself. "Looks like you can't even keep your pampers dry, can you?"

The blond could only sullenly shake her head from side to side out of shame while the little woman stood before her and grinned. Another surge of darkness covered her body and the Scouts sitting st the table knew that something wasn't right with their teacher. Rei, Ami and Usagi all looked at one and another, sharing a knowing look.

Despite the shadow demon's increasing power, the entity was having difficulty keeping the girls confused through her ability to manipulate their mental state. It was actually costing her more power, trying to conceal her aura, then it did when she was using all of her energy to poison the Senshi's dreams. However, Junko didn't care, she was having too much fun publicly tormenting these girls while riding a high she had never known until this moment.

Once Minako filled out her chart with the frowny face, she was put into a fresh diaper and patted on her bottom, sending her back to her friends.

"Alright, Usagi! The flickering entity masquerading as a teacher called out. "It's your turn!"

The pigtailed girl walked over to the potty chair, knowing full well what she was dealing with. She had regained almost all of her lost memories, save for the most important one: how to invoke her powers and transform into the Guardian of the Moon. While she tried to figure out just what she was trying to do, she felt the crafting creature place her hands on her shoulders.

"Time to take your test" Mrs. Junko pushed down on Usagi shoulders, in an effort to help her sit on the potty, without removing the diaper of course, and accidentally shot a burst of energy into the young, diapered woman. This startled Usagi greatly, causing her to wet her already bloated diaper.

"That's it! I've had enough of this!" Usagi shouted.

Suddenly, a bright all encompassing flash of blinding light engulfed Usagi as her body was enveloped by silky strands. A skirt and top rapidly materialized onto her firm, youthful form. She was Sailor Moon, leader of the Sailor Senshi! She stood tall, in front of her friends and classmates in the uniform of the Moon. Her feelings of righteousness were at their zenith. She turned around and took a step forward to address the evil Junko when she heard a loud crinkly sound coming from underneath her mini skirt.

"Uggh, come on!" Usagi huffed as her diaper sagged below the hem of her short mini skirt.

"Aww, I can't believe you remembered how to transform. How cute!" Junko teased as she braced herself. "Well, now it's time for you to take a look at my true form!"

The short, Asian teacher unleashed her aura causing her flesh to crack at the seams as her clothes were ripped to sheaf by her energy, revealing her true form; a shadowy demon! A loud, piercing laugh echoed across the classroom while the girls finished their transformations to aid Sailor Moon.

"Such big girls!" The demon cooed in a condescending tone. "It's a shame you can't keep your diapers dry."

"Matoko and Ami, get the children out of here!" Sailor Moon ordered, ignoring Junko.

Mercury and Jupiter did as they were directed. The kids all fled from the ensuing battle in panic while the Senshi of Thunder and Water helped usher them out of the room. Once the children were gone, the true fight began.

"Let's see what you think of this!" Junko shoot a shadow ball at Usagi, sending her crashing through the window and out into the playground.

Matoko and Rei quickly attacked the entity with their martial arts fighting maneuvers, but to no avail. Their attacks went right through their former preschool teacher who had seemingly turned into a thin, black haze. The two teens looked at one another in confusion before launching another pair of kicks at the clod of dark mist. After the second attack failed to connect, the girls were ready to use their elemental powers, but they weren't fast enough to stop the demon from returning to her true form and attacking them with a blast of her energy. The two young women were thrown through the wall as Ami fired a gush of water at Junko, which did a tiny bit of damage.

"A little squirt of water won't do anything to hurt me, but I bet your Huggies will leak if you keep squirting like that!" The demon snickered at Sailor Mercury.

Sailor Mercury, undeterred by Junko's insults, blasted the being with another geyser of water. This one was a bit more concentrated and stronger than the last.

"How about that one? You like that?" Ami boasted.

"Not bad, but try this!" Junko's body split into six shadow beings which were all equally as strong her original form, but all of them had one sixth the endurance of the original Junko. It was a calculated risk, but the demon figure knew that she had to keep the scouts busy and the best way to do that was to throw more enemies at them.

Ami was outmatched and suffered from six attackers dog piling her as she was knocked out of the daycare and landed by Usagi. The shadow clones started chasing the girls, save for Sailor Mars who luckily had gone unnoticed by the cackling shadow demons.

Rei brought her hands together and interlocked all her fingers except her two index fingers which pointed outward as her thumbs raised up. She focused her energy, a fireball slowly building up, as her fellow scouts darted around the playground, avoiding the shadow clones which the nefarious Junko had summed. Finally, she fired a flaming blast of heat as she called out "Fire Soul!"

Each shadowy figure that had been chasing Ami, Usagi, Minako and Matoko, perished instantly as the attack burned them all to ashes. With the troublesome doppelgangers disposed of, each scout was able to regain their composure and join up with Rei and Sailor Moon.

Junko nervously looked around, realizing that splitting her power up and dispersing it amongst the clones of herself was a huge mistake. "Come on, girls. Can't we talk this out like adults?"

The tormentor, who had punished the scouts at school, stood alone and was severely weakened as she tried to bargain her way out of her impending doom. She had once been the judge, jury and executioner of the classroom, but now there was no escape. The planetary warriors gathered round their leader, Usagi and prepared their attacks, but Sailor Moon took this last opportunity to make a proclamation.

"Perverting an innocent time of life and entrapping us all within your web of lies was bad enough, but you had to humiliate us and debase us to fuel your energy!" Sailor Moon raised her tiara which shone brightly, gathering celestial energy. She did a striking pose and called out her trademark attack alongside her fellow Senshi. "In the name of the Moon, I punish you!"

"Tiara Action!"

"Supreme Thunder!"

"Sabão Spray!"

"Crescent Beam!"

"Fire Soul!"

The five scouts fired their attacks at the evil entity and, as the elemental energy traveled towards the demon, they all combined together; Matoko's Thunder wrapped around Mercury's pulse of water.

The fiery blast from Mars joined with the Crescent Beam and Tiara Action. These multiple attacks then all merged into one swirling attack as it struck the evil Junko.

As the dust settled and the smoke cleared, nothing remained of the creature which haunted their dreams and had almost succeeded in trapping them in a second infancy. The girls were jubilant and all came together to celebrate. A series of loud crinkles reminded the young women that they were still diapered underneath their uniforms.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to get out of this diaper." Usagi announced to her friends with a blush.

"Yeah! The only pampering I want to experience is at the spa!" Minako chimed in.

"I just hope those kids don't remember us prancing around in pampers." Rei scowled.

"It's kind of a cute look." Matoko chuckled as she looked at Usagi.

"Makes you wonder if Tuxedo Mask would like it." Rei thought out loud.

"That's the only man I'd let change my diaper." Usagi said with a smile.

"You girls are crazy. I don't know how you managed to wear these things." Ami blushed as she tugged on the hem of her skirt. "I can't wait to get out of it."

"It's not like we had a choice!" The four girls replied in unison.

Ami felt a drop of sweat form on her forehead before they all started laughing together. With a faint crinkly sound, they all walked away from the destroyed classroom.

The End

Diapered Deception: After Class

This amazing art was drawn by Muy-X and all rights belong to them. I just wanted to share the image that helped inspire parts of this story!

Diapered Deception: After Class Pt.4

---Later that afternoon---

Usagi had awoken sometime after arriving home. She wiped the sleep from her eyes as she looked around, seeing cribs bars all around her. The pigtailed scout recalled being pushed through the streets naked, save for a thick diaper, and then it all went blank. 'I must have fallen asleep or something on the way home.'

The blond felt a fleecy material cover her entire body as she stretched out. She was clad in a warm and fuzzy pink footie pajama, but didn't remember ever being dressed in it. That didn't trouble her, the sizable lump of warm mush in the back of her thick huggies did. 'When did I do that?'

"Ewwww!" Usagi cried out in her whiny tone of voice. "Mommmy!"

"Aww, did my little girl have a bad dream?" Ikuko cooed as she opened the door to Sailor Moon's nursery.

"Nooooo, needa new diapeee!"

The purple haired vixen smiled. "My big girl is so talkative today."

Usagi kicked her legs, throwing her blanket off of her sleeper clad body as her mother waltzed over to her crib and lowered the bars. "Takin too looong!'

"Calm down, sweetie. There's no rush to grow up. Honestly, I should be complaining about this more than you. I'm the one who has to change your stinky butt." Ikuko chuckled as she scooped up her daughter from underneath the blond's armpits and carried her over to the changing table.

"We don't want to spread the icky poopie monster around in your diaper now, do we?"

"Noooo." The blond replied in a pouting manner.

"Okay, this is going to feel yucky, but mommy has to lay you down."

Usagi looked ar her mother stupidly until her large, bloated diaper hit the surface of the changing table with a loud squelch sound. In an instant that blank look vanished from Sailor Moon's face and she started crying out loud, flailing her arms and kicking her pajama covered legs in distress.

"I warned you, meatball head. Now, don't fight mommy and I'll get you cleaned up as quickly as I can." Ikuko stuck a large, pink pacifier into her crying daughter's mouth.

The teen started to suckle on the oversized soother with vigor and seemingly calmed down from her temper tantrum. With her oversized baby distracted, Ikuko unzipped the pink jammies and went to work changing the loaded pamper. It took half a dozen baby wipes, a fresh coat of powder and a thick, adult sized pamper, but the big blond baby was finally clean and in a fresh diaper.

Usagi now found herself in her mother's lap in nothing but a thick diaper. Unlike at school, she didn't mind being topless around her mom. It wasn't embarrassing; it was comfortable and the warm bottle of milk only added to the comfort. Sometime after the diaper her mother had carried her over to the rocking chair where she so often drank her big bottle while gently being rocked.

"Sometimes, it makes me so happy that you never grew up. Sure, wiping your butt and changing your messy diapers isn't fun, but I love these little moments we share. Seeing you so content and happy warms my heart."

Usagi smiled behind the large baby bottle at her mother. The young lady rarely received such unbridled praise and affection from her mother.

'Wait, why wouldn't mommy shower me with love?'

Instantly a slew of memories bombarded the simpleton; her mother scolding her for failing grades while praising Chibiusa. Yet, those memories soon turned into fun filled afternoons of chatting with her girlfriends about school and boys while dressed in adult outfits. Arguments between said friends about boys followed and then a powerful vision shined brightly in her mind as she saw herself leading her friends into battle. They stood tall, dressed in big girl skirts and tops, vanquishing the forces of evil while she held her crescent wand high in the sky.

This revelation started her and caused her to accidentally leak her formula all over her chin and breasts.

"Such a messy baby girl!" Ikuko cooed as she wiped her daughter's face and perky boobs with a wet wipe.

Poor Usagi shivered slightly, losing the incredible memory she had just reacted to.

"I sowwy, mommy."

"It's alright, baby. You were just daydreaming again."

The blond looked up at her mother with a blank, almost puzzled expression. 'How could I dream if I wasn't asleep in my crib?"

Ikuko chuckled. "Let's get your tummy filled with some yummy dinner and a nice bath afterwards to soothe that sore skin on your bottom. I swear that teacher of yours has no clue how to change a diaper."

With unknown strength Ikuko balanced her daughter on her hip as she approached the dinner table to find Chibi and Shingo scarfing down the meal she had spent the majority of the afternoon preparing.

"Really?" Ikuko asked, slightly annoyed as she sat Usagi in the oversized high chair by her chair. "You two couldn't wait for me to get your sister up from her nap?"

The youngsters continued to eat, replying with mouths full and half hearted excuses about a long day of school or how hungry they were. Even though Chibi was supposed to be the big sister now, she still took after Usagi when it came to eating.

The overworked mother sighed and sat down at her chair. She looked at her teen baby and smiled.

"At least you can wait until mommy takes her seat." IIkuko tickled Usagi under her chin which caused a symphony of childish giggling to erupt from the teen. Once she had tired of tormenting the blond, a spoon full of baby mush was scooped out of a large jar, sitting on the plastic tray of the high chair, and presented to the out of breath teen baby.

"Open up for mommy!" Ikuko cooed.

Sailor Moon grinned and happily opened her mouth. She felt very hungry, even after a big bottle of formula, and waited eagerly for the spoon. Her mommy wasted no time shoveling the green colored goop into her mouth. The taste was horrible and Usagi almost spat it out upon the muck hitting her tongue.

It took a lot of effort for Ikuko to not bust up and start laughing. The faces Usagi made were absolutely priceless and definitely film worthy. Still, no matter how comical the expressions, Ikuko felt bad for her overgrowth baby. "What's the matter, baby? Don't like your num nums?"

"She probably isn't that hungry. I mean, I wouldn't want to eat that stuff." Shingo observed from his side of the table.

"I fed you pureed broccoli when you were a baby and it didn't bother you one bit."

Shingo blushed and returned to eating off of his own plate. His mother probably would slop some of that gunk on his plate too if he continued to talk about it. Chibi kept her mouth shut and didn't look at what was on her mother's tray or what was covering her face. The girl was happy with the food Ikuko cooked and knew that babies, like Usagi, couldn't eat big girl food like she could.

The meal went on in relative silence, Usagi was the only one making any noise as struggle to eat each jar. It seemed like she was getting most of it on her face and bare breasts while her siblings finished their meals. Finally, her meal was finished and Ikuko couldn't help but chastise her big baby for making such a mess.

"Next time, let's try to get some of that in your mouth and not all over your booties."

Chibi took it upon herself to clear the table while Shingo snuck away. It really did appear that the pink haired Senshi was the most mature child in the household and Ikuko took notice of it while wiping Usagi's face and upper body with a baby wipe.

"I really appreciate your help today. Picking up your baby sister for me and clearing the table. Thanks, Chibiusa."

The pint sized scout could only blush and nod before she called out to Ikuko, who was leaving with Usagi to the bathroom.

"It's no problem, Auntie."

"Do me a favor." Ikuko looked back to Chibi while holding a dozing Sailor Moon on her hip. "Make sure Shingo starts his homework. I gotta wash our spoiled princess and put her down for beddie byes."

"Sure thing."

Usagi could barely keet her eyes open as she rested her head against her mother's shoulder. She'd been stuffed with various mashed up vegetables and yummy fruits which caused her normally flat stomach to bloat outward as the girl fell into a food coma. Each step rocked her into a deeper sleep until the teen slightly came to when her mother lowered her into the warm bath water. Still, the soothing warm water only served to increase her drowsiness.

Through random moments of consciousness brought on by being scrubbed, washed, dried and then lifted from the tub, Usagi remembered being bundled up in a soft, warm towel and then taken back to her nursery. Her mother quickly diapered her in a thick, night time disposable diaper before getting her dressed into a nice fuzzy pair of pink footie pajamas that had bunny ears built into the hood. Usagi gazed up from her plush pillows and comfortable baby bedding to see her mommy smiling down at her. She leaned in to kiss her on the forehead and then raised the crib bars.

"Good night, my little meatball head!"

To Be Continued...

Diapered Deception: Preschool Punishment (Pt.3)

"How many times have I told you not to get naked?!" Mrs. Junko questioned the mischievous naked girl. "I-uhh.. I dunno." Usagi replied, staring at the ground beneath her feet, suddenly finding the little bits of dirt fascinating. "I've lost count!" The irate teacher exclaimed. "Your continued disobedience will be rewarded with a spanking!" A series of gasps came from all the young women present. They might have been treated like babies by their parents; Diapers checked and changed, bottles forced into their mouths or baby food fed to them, bathed and dressed without any care or concern for their own child's modesty, but the threat of a spanking was what shocked the scouts the most of everything they had endured so far. Before the blond could mutter any kind of nonsensical excuse or response, she found herself being dragged along by her ear towards the door of the classroom, by her exasperated teacher. Her friends quickly followed closely behind, but not too close since they didn't want to earn their teacher's wrath. Whether Mrs. Junko noticed or cared was not known, but the teacher did close the door right in front of Matoko and Rei's faces. Undeterred, the scouts all gathered in front of the windows and peered into the classroom. Within seconds they saw a bare naked Sailor Moon get draped over the short Asian woman's knee. If any of the girls had blinked, they would have missed the lightning fast strike of the short woman's hand slapping across their leader's bottom which started the spanking. Mrs. Junko didn't hold back as she continued to rain down open palmed blows hard and fast onto the firm backside of a squealing Usagi. A stinging pain radiated across the teen baby's bottom and upper thighs while the blond flailed her arms and kicked her legs as she cried her eyes out and immediately began to beg for mercy. Her poor ass was absolutely throbbing, like a sore tooth, and Mrs. Junko was barely getting started. "Stop!" Usagi wailed. "Stooopp!" The smacking of flesh on flesh answered her childish demands. "I'll be a good girl!" Another slap echoed in the air after Usagi cried out. "I'm soooorrrrreeeeee!" The blond whined in a pitiful tone. Mrs. Junko didn't flinch as the big baby flopped around like a scared fish on her lap. A small smile slowly spread across her face while she continued to punish her blond charge. The scouts couldn't believe the fact that their teacher looked like she was enjoying putting their friend through such an intense spanking. Rei wouldn't tell any of her friends this but having her thigh slapped by her grandfather when she fought her diaper change this morning was nothing compared to what she was witnessing Mrs. Junko do to Usagi. "Pweasee!" Usagi sobbed. "I'll be goooood!" Usagi was blabbering like a baby in between squealing and begging for her spanking to stop in a shrill tone. She kept pleading with Mrs. Junko as a pain that was beyond words spread across her ass cheeks and thighs. The poor, defenseless teen baby could only continue to swing her arms and kick her legs in an attempt to try to get away from her tormentor. After one particularly loud smack, she went limp and stared at the carpet beneath her but was unable to see it through her tear soaked eyes. "Let me goooo!" Sailor moon howled. Mrs.Junko continued to blast the girl's ass with a relentless torrent of spanks, ignoring Usagi's pleas while grinning like a deranged fool. The scouts could only gaze at the scene through the window in sheer disbelief as the spanking dragged on and on. This wasn't right; the girls knew that much. No one would ever spank a child like this, let alone a teacher. After a few minutes, Usagi realised that the only sound in the room was her own soft sobbing. She looked up at her diabolical tormentor with a face covered in tears and snot. "Is…is it over?" She dared asked. "It's over," Mrs. Junko declared with no emotion. "Are you going to keep your pampers on like a good girl from now on?" She followed up her question by rubbing Usagi's red hot butt, as if to remind the girl that she could spank her anytime she wanted. Usagi trembled at the very touch of the woman's hand, and realized that she hadn't stopped crying. She was totally at this horrible woman's mercy; she'd never felt so powerless. "If you don't want to wear your diapers then I'll be more than happy to keep spanking you. Such a lovely shade of crimson you've got going on." The short woman observed with a sinister smirk. "Please put me in my diaper." Usagi answered. "I'll be a good girl, Mrs. Junko." "That's much better. Big babies like you belong in diapers. They NEED their diapers!" Usagi flinched at this declaration and rapidly nodded in agreement. "Hold still." The short woman ordered. Usagi stared blankly at the ground, afraid to move an inch as she awaited her diapering. Never had she ever wanted to wear a diaper more than now, but that was mostly due to the fact that she wanted diaper cream to cool her cheeks. That and she needed a pillow between her thighs to keep them from rubbing together. The caress of cold plastic was all she wanted after such a savage spanking. However, her wants were ignored as she helped up from the cruel woman's lap without the soothing relief of cold butt cream or the caress of a cushy diaper. "Good. Now, that is taken care of there's just one more thing we need to do." Mrs. Junko helped Usagi to her feet and led the naked girl over to the nearest corner. "Now stick your nose in the corner and wait for the kids and I to return from recess. If you so much as move a muscle I'll tan your backside all over again!" Usagi whimpered pitifully in agreement, sticking her nose right up against the wall to appease her angry teacher. "That's what I thought." Mrs. Junko stated with an air of smug satisfaction as she walked towards the door. Upon seeing their teacher walking towards the door, the scouts scattered as fast as their legs could carry them which wasn't very fast due to the thick disposables they wore impeding their strides. Rei immediately chased after Ami while waving at Matoko in a silent gesture, motioning for her to run after Minako which created the illusion of the girls playing an impromptu game of tag. By the time Mrs. Junko had opened the door and looked out, it looked like an innocent game of tag was being played by the oversized toddlers. "Kids!" The teacher hollered out into the playground. "It's lunchtime!" With that a sudden torrent of preschool aged children ran past the diapered scouts into the classroom. Poor Usagi blushed at the wall knowing that her swollen red bottom was being seen by all the kids who belonged to this class. She just wanted to be diapered and allowed to sit down. Hadn't Mrs. Junko realized that she had learned her lesson? Ami was the first to sit down at the table, joined soon thereafter by her fellow planetary warriors. They wanted to talk to each other about the bizarre behavior their teacher her displayed towards Usagi during that fierce spanking but there was no time for such a discussion as Mrs. Junko was close by, handing out various snacks and drinks to each table full of kids. Ami received a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, minus the crusts, along with a sippy cup. Rei looked at her blended up baby food that was placed in front of her on a plastic plate in disgust. What was once a very ornate, traditional Japanese meal was rendered into baby slop. She sighed when Mrs. Junko handed her a massive baby bottle filled with almost a liter of baby formula. Jupiter and Venus both had to drink from the same large adult sized baby bottles, but their meals were prune flavored baby food. According to Mrs. Junko, their mothers had forgotten to pack them a lunch like Ami and Rei's mommies and she had to improvise a replacement meal for both girls. Meanwhile, Usagi was still waiting in the corner, waiting for her diaper to be taped onto her sore butt. She wanted to rub her bottom, to help alleviate the pain, but she knew better than to tempt her teacher's wrath. Suddenly, she felt her teacher's hand grab her by her shoulder and her body was spun around, forcing her to face the diminutive woman. Nothing was said between the two women as Usagi allowed her teacher to led her to the center of the classroom and over to Mrs. Junko's desk. The desk was unique since it was the only proper desk in the room, but nothing of true importance claimed the space on top of the desk. That was until the meatball haired sailor scout found herself lifted up and sat atop it; making it become a makeshift changing table which could be seen by any student in the classroom. "Don't you move," Mrs. Junko warned sternly. "You want your diaper?" Usagi nodded vigorously in response. "Then lay there on your back like a good girl, okay?" Mrs. Junko didn't wait for a reply. She had already walked away from the girl, leaving a naked Sailor Moon sprawled out on her desk. Her friends currently had the best seats in the house. Of course Usagi laid there doing her best to space out, but even she had trouble since every eye in the room was now upon her naked body. All of her friends currently had the best seats in the house as they were the closest table to their teacher's desk. Each girl wanted to help Sailor Moon, but each scout was frozen in place by fear and a strange feeling of curiosity. Just what was going to happen? Was that crazy teacher going to spank Usagi again? The short, Asian woman returned with a ridiculously thick pink disposable diaper that, even when folded up, looked too big to properly fit the tiny blond. "Knees bent!" The woman ordered and Usagi didn't hesitate to pull her legs towards her chest, bending her knees at the same time which presented her plump, crimson red bottom to her teacher. Mrs. Junko once again grinned manically as she lifted Usagi's legs up and slid the unfurled pink monstrosity of a disposable under the pigtailed girl's butt. Usagi squealed as her hot and bothered tush made contact with the cold, synthetic cotton covered surface of her new underwear. Before she could be taped into the bulky diaper, Mrs. Junko liberally dusted a healthy coating of sweet smelling powder onto Sailor Moon's crotch and bottom. Another squeak escaped from Usagi when Mrs. Junko started rubbing in the talcum powder. Rei was staring at the scene unfolding in disbelief, but it wasn't because her good friend was being diapered in front of her. For a brief second she saw a shadowy aura emanating from Mrs. Junko. Rei blinked her eyes in shock and the strange energy she had seen was no longer visible. After being diapered, Usagi was helped off of the desk and onto her feet. Standing on shaky legs she was ordered to join her friends and walked bow legged back to her table. Each step looked like a chore due to how much the disposable stretched her legs out. She looked just like a cowboy who had been riding a horse for days on end. Her friends were entirely sympathetic for obvious reasons and quietly welcomed her back. Lunch ended roughly ten minutes later and the rest of the day was more akin to an actual class. There were sing alongs with Mrs. Junko leading the class. Each girl had to repeat the verses of one, two, three and then sing their ABCs. Once the singing was finished, kids were called upon to recite a part of the alphabet or solve a math problem while a miserable Usagi fidgeted in her seat, pawing at her diaper. Ami was called upon by the short Asian woman who had posed a simple question. The blue haired scholar hung her head, humiliated when she failed to properly solve four plus four. It was as if her brain went blank as Mrs. Junko starred at her, grinning. The class didn't hesitate to laugh at Ami and went undisciplined by the teacher who stifled a chuckle of her own. "Now, children. Some of my students aren't as smart as the rest of you. Who do you think these teenage girls still attend my preschool class?" Mrs. Junko asked, suppressing a laugh. Once again Rei could see Mrs. Junko's dark aura enveloping the small woman's form. She thought back to all those conflicting memories of her wearing a bright red skirt and sailor top, welding a bow of flames to vanquish evil beings such as Mrs. Junko. The raven haired girl knew that there was something real about these odd visions. Something that she knew to be true about herself. However, just as she was about to pinpoint the truth, it evaporated, leaving her thoughts plagued by various images of public diaperings, nap times and high chair feedings. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of these sights and looked over at her poor friend, Usagi. The girl with the Odango hairstyle was violently scrubbing the front of her thick, plastic pamper. That woman had coated her friend's crotch and bottom with some kind of itching powder or, at least that was what Rei thought. Poor Usagi couldn't figure out why her diaper had been bothering her so much, maybe she was getting a rash? Luckily, or unluckily for the girls, Usagi would say the former since she was about to be free, class was dismissed for the day and Chibi Moon stood waiting in the doorway after all the kids had left. She was wearing an upperclassmen uniform and smiled down at her diaper clad sister. "Has my baby sister been a good girl today?" The small, pink haired girl asked Mrs. Junko while she gazed at Usagi. "She misbehaved and took off all of her clothes before parading around in her birthday suit. A quick spanking set her straight though." Mrs. Junko grinned again, helping the small girl unfold a giant stroller which Ikuko had left behind for Chibiusa to use. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. My mom says she's going through a phase right now." "It's quite alright, some of these special cases do like to go nakkie sometimes. Still, I can't have it in my class, might encourage her friends to do it too, you know." The short teacher explained as she helped hoist Usagi into the stroller's seat. Chibi giggled as she helped buckle her own mother into the stroller. "That's good point. Thank you for helping me with the stroller. I hope you have a nice day!" Mrs. Junko nodded and waved to the young child who was pushing her future mother out of the classroom in an oversized stroller. She couldn't hold back her laugh as she stood in the empty classroom. "It's pretty obvious who the more mature girl is in that family." To Be Continued...

Diapered Deception: Back To Preschool (Pt.2)

The Master File of Diapered Deception: Back To Preschool

Diapered Deception: Back To Preschool

This incredibe piece of art was drawn by Aweye. All rights are his, but I just wanted to post it because this was the picture that inspired me to write the entire story.