Learning to Let Go

Tara hummed softly as she picked up one of her boyfriend’s t-shirts and began to fold it. He always complained when she did stuff like that for him, but she just rolled her eyes at him; she loved to look after and take care of him, but he was always so terribly masculine about it. Josh would always go out of his way to help her, even if she didn’t need it; she just wished he’d take a moment and relax once in a while. He even refused her use of magic to help with day to day chores. That had taken Tara a while to get used to, but she quickly found that some things were better to do by hand.

Picking up a pair of his jeans, Tara’s hands lightly tapped the track-pad of Josh’s laptop that sat on the bed amidst the pile of clean laundry. The screen immediately cut back on and brightly colored images flooded the screen. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Tara sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls the laptop onto her lap. Her eyes widen as she takes a good look at the image pulled up on the screen.

An adult male, is being cradled like a baby in a woman’s lap. Despite being larger and more muscular than the woman, it’s clear that the male is submissive to her. He wears a poofy pink dress that does absolutely nothing to hide the thick, teddy bear printed diaper he’s wearing that’s sagging from the heavy use it’s received. The woman smiles down at her sissy, in the middle of breastfeeding him as her other hand massages his cock through his diaper.

Tara’s eyes widen as she cycles through more images, growing surprisingly wet after only a few images. Men being dressed and treated as little girls, being put back in daycare, coddled and cared for. After a while she started to notice a few patterns; the most noticeable one being that the dominant women in the images reminded her of herself.

“Is this what he’s really into? It’s kinda hot...but it doesn’t seem like Josh at all…”

“What doesn’t seem like me?”

Tara jumped, almost knocking the laptop to the floor, “Um...just that…”

“Why are you on my laptop?” Tara could see the concern in his eyes; he was fully aware of what she was looking at.

“I was just folding some of your clothes and…” Josh glowered at her with his arms crossed, “I know, I know...but just ignore that for now. I accidentally touched the track-pad and your screen came on...I honestly didn’t mean to see it baby...err...babe.” He continued to remain silent, looking more upset than anything.

“It’s no big deal...we all have our things.”

“You’re going to dump me aren’t you...because I’m not man enough…”

“Oh jeez, Josh…” Tara rolled her eyes, “No, I’m not going to break up with you. Would you just come sit next to me, so we can talk.” She had never seen her boyfriend so sullen; he did as he was told, but he looked like a pouting child all the while.

After Josh sat next to her she placed her head on his shoulder and lightly stroked his back, “It’s okay to like this stuff; I think it’s kinda hot.”

“You do not…” Josh was looking down at his hands, his face slightly red with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I do. Feel how wet I am right now,” Tara guided his hand to her waist and let him slip in underneath her underwear, “Told you; I was really enjoying looking through these.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never seen this side of you Josh. Don’t get me wrong; I love you fucking my brains out, but this looks fun!”

“R-really?”

Tara couldn’t help but smile; Josh’s eyes looked so full of delight, “Yeah, really!” Tara began to cycle through the images once more, adjusting the screen so that they could both see, “So you like wearing diapers?”

“Y-yeah...I really like being put in them.”

“So if I say diapered and dolled you up, you’d be ecstatic.”

“And horny as hell!”

Tara laughed; she hadn’t seen Josh this enthused in a while, “Why do you like being dressed like a little girl?”

“I-it just feels really different and good. I feel helpless, but then someone can take care of me.”

Tara pretend scoffed, “You never let me take care of you!”

“That’s cause you’re my girlfriend. I’m supposed to take care of you.” Tara pondered this for a moment, before pouncing on Josh. She tickled him relentlessly, “Then why haven’t I been put in diapers and taken care of!?”

“Hahaha...Tara...t-tara...I didn’t think...hahaha...you’d be into....being babied... hahaha!”

Tara pulled back, “Nah I like my big girl panties and dresses...you however…” Tara dove back in, lifting Josh’s shirt and blowing a raspberry on her boyfriend’s stomach, causing him to cry out in a fit of laughter, “...you are going back into diapers little sissy...since you looooove them so much.”

“R-really?!”

“Yeah! Go ahead and stand in the center of the room and we’ll get started!”

Josh did as he was told as Tara looked for her backpack. Reaching inside she found her old wand case and pulled out the magical device, “Alright, cutie pie, get ready for your new sissy life!”

“Wait Tara, I thought we agreed on no magic!”

“Sissies don’t get says in decision making, do they?” Pointing the wand at her boyfriend, she hummed the necessary spells and zapped him square in the chest, “Only adults make the decisions and I think that once you see the new you, you won’t think yourself adequate for any decision making anymore. Trust me; you’ll love it!”

The room began to fill with a pink smoke, concentrated around Josh’s body. Even if Josh could see through the mist, he was too preoccupied with the thoughts filling his head to even notice what was going on. Tara watched as the smoke concentrated further; becoming only a thin, yet extremely dense layer of smoke that encased Josh entirely. Using her thoughts she directed the smoke into contours she found more pleasing and appropriate for her boyfriend’s transformation. She chuckled to herself as she had to adjust the magic smoke to cover Josh’s growing member as it began to poke out; Tara was glad to see her boyfriend was enjoying himself.

Using her hands, she described her boyfriend’s new appearance in the air. First, she reduced his height until he stood a full six inches short than her; a reduction of over a foot from his original height of six feet. His muscle mass began to fade until Tara was certain she would win any of their friendly wrestling matches from here on out. The thought of finally being the one to pin the other down and playfully tease and gloat greatly appealed to her. Josh’s hair grew in length until it reached just past his shoulders; it then slowly crept back up, as some length was lost to his straight brown hair slowly becoming blonde and full of large ringlet curls.

Many of his masculine traits were reduced: feet and hand size, adam’s apple, any and all body hair was removed. With a smirk she shrunk his cock down to barely an inch in size, before finally deciding to do away with it entirely; leaving Josh with a tight, hairless pussy. His chest began to swell outwards until a pair of C-cup breasts were formed. Next his ass began to balloon outward as his once toned and muscular rear had become something that could only be described as a bubble-butt.

As finishing touches, Tara added curves to her boyfriend’s body; she found his new slightly chubby form absolutely adorable. She also raised the pitch of his voice and gave him a cute lisp. Lastly, she reduced his bladder and bowel control to that of an infant; all too excited to doll up her cute new baby girlfriend in diapers.

As her will finished its task the smoke retreated from Josh’s body, flowing to his head and being sucked inside his mouth. Without the magic holding everything still, Josh’s clothes sagged on his much smaller frame; his pants fell to around his ankles, while his boxer briefs followed suit to his knees.

Tara lifted her boyfriend’s shirt and found his new pussy underneath, sopping wet from excitement; she couldn’t wait to show Josh how to use it, “Josh? You there baby?”

Josh stared forward still; his mouth agape, a line of drool running down the side of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over but quickly began to regain focus, “Huh...wuh...whewe am I? Wuh-wha happen?”

“You’re transformation’s all complete Josh...or maybe I should use a different name? I mean, I did make you my baby girl, it’s only fitting I name you.” Tara brought Josh’s face to her breast and stroked his hair, “I’ve always liked the name Jenny. Do you like what mommy did, baby girl?”

Jenny stared up at her mommy for a moment, confused by what she meant, “You must be confused from all the magic in your system; come on, I’ll show ya!” Tara led Jenny by the hand over to the floor-length mirror. She raised the girl’s arms and began to strip her of her shirt and then removed the clothing that had gathered around her dainty feet, “See how precious you are now?”

Jenny giggled at the sight of herself, it felt so good to look how she did; so vulnerable. She loved how her mommy held her around the waist and how good the spot between her legs felt. Her enjoyment lasted very little, however, as she quickly began to start a coughing fit.

Tara quickly re-positioned Jenny and patted her back, “There there, baby girl. Let it out.” With one last cough, a cloud of pink smoke issued from her lungs and dissipated in the air leaving the poor girl looking exhausted.

Jenny looked at herself once more in the mirror, finding herself confused. Why was Tara so tall? Where did her penis go? When did she stop working out?

“Tawa why do I wook wike dith?” Jenny’s eyes widened as she heard her own voice truly for the first time, “Why do I thound wike a widdle kid?”

“That’s the reaction I was expecting,” Tara leaned down and kissed Jenny on the top of the head, “You like wearing dresses and diapers, so I figured I’d let you have fun all the time! Now you can finally relax and let me take care of you.”

Jenny didn’t look too thrilled. She turned on Tara and stomped her foot, “I wanted you to dweth me wike a widdle guwl, not make me one!”

“Jenny, sweetheart, you told me what you like and I made your fantasy true. If I remember correctly you said you liked being made to be a little girl.”

Jenny just fumed now; her arms crossed and her lips stuck out she looked every bit the pouting child that Josh did when he was sullen, only now it fit her completely, “Who’th gonna open jawth fow you? And keep you thafe? An-and why’d you make me chubby? I wook wike a big baby!”

Tara could only gush over how cute Jenny was; all of Josh’s insecurities funneled through this adorable outlet was simply too much for her, “Baby girl, I could always open jars; you just insisted on opening them for me. And I’m perfectly fine at keeping myself...and you...safe. As for your new look, well...I figured a big baby wouldn’t really have time to gain muscle or keep off her weight with all the naps she takes and all the baby food she eats. You’re still old enough to buy beer...mommy just won’t allow it.” Tara smiled and lightly poked Jenny’s tummy, “Now why don’t we just relax and get you dressed before you have an accident okay, princess?”

Pointing her wand at the bed, she conjured a large pack of pink diapers and plenty of changing supplies fit for a baby Jenny’s size. The sheets underneath transformed from their plain earth-tones, to a soft solid pink with duckies covering the fabric in a pattern. The black metal frame turned white and thickened into wood as bars raised from all sides of the bed, creating a crib for Jenny. Tara patted the juvenile sheets, eliciting the faint sound of plastic sheets crinkling underneath, and motioned for her girlfriend to come over.

“You’we not diapuwing me and you’we not pudding me in dat cwib! I’m a big guwl and I can use da potty!”

Tara had to stifle her laughter at such a cute display, “Jenny, honey, just behave for mommy. If you’d just calm down for a moment, and enjoy yourself, you’d see how much you’d love this. You told me yourself. I mean...here I am, your witch girlfriend ready to diaper you like you’ve always wanted; are you really going to turn me down because you’re too prideful?”

Jenny was ready to deliver a rebuttal, but her mouth began to quiver before she could get the words past her lips. She whimpered and her hands shot to her crotch as urine began to spray down the side of her legs, “No no no no no! Not faiwuh!” Jenny immediately began to cry, wailing as she wet herself and the floor beneath her.

Rushing to her side, Tara consoled Jenny and gently led her to the crib. With her hands around her waist, Tara helped Jenny inside and onto an open diaper. The girl looked away sullenly, sniffling as she was wiped clean, powdered, and taped up.

“I only need diapuwth cauthe you made me…”

“Oh stop being such a drama queen...I know what’ll cheer you up.”

Jenny looked at Tara suspiciously as the bigger girl crept her face closer and closer to her own; without a moment’s notice she shot to her stomach and placed her lips on Jenny’s belly button. Jenny screeched with laughter as Tara blew a wet raspberry on her tummy, “Thtop! Thtop! Not faiwuh!”

Tara lightly tickled her as she moved up Jenny’s stomach and to her chest, lightly kissing her as she went up. Eventually, she planted her last kiss on Jenny’s forehead, and the girl looked as if she was desperately trying to hide her enjoyment, “There’s mommy’s bouncing bundle of joy. Now come on widdle guwl, it’s time for you to get dressed and experience your new sissy life!”

“Wath dat s’ppose ta mean?”

Tara nuzzled her nose against her slightly unwilling girlfriend, “Well, silly, getting dressed means that I get to pick out yours clothes and help you get into them; does that make sense?”

Jenny just glared at her, “You better stop staring daggers at me, young lady; you’re not too big for a spanking you know. Just be glad I have magic to clean up that mess you made, or else your little bottom would already be on fire.”

“I can dweth mythelf...wif my own cwozes.”

“Here we go again...all I try and do is take care of you and you insist on being difficult. Fine go ahead, big girl, go get dressed all without mommy...but if you can’t, then I get to dress you like my little doll in whatever I want...AND...all the clothes you own will be changed to fit the new you.”

Jenny smiled wide as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the crib. She hopped down and waddled over to her closet full of ill fitting men’s clothing. Rifling through the clothes she triumphantly pulled out a pair of jeans and began to pull them up around her feet. Eventually, the pants stopped at her diaper, unable to fit over the thick padding and she scoffed. Next she pulled out a t-shirt and ended up getting lost in it; one arm sticking out the neck hole, while some blonde curls could be seen from an arm hole.

Pointing her wand at her hapless girlfriend; Tara shrunk and changed the ill-fitting pants into a frilly, pink diaper cover and transformed the misplaced shirt into a poofy pink dress not unlike the one in the sissy images they had been looking at before. As an extra measure she fastened locking, pink booties and mittens to Jenny’s feet and hands.

“NOT FAIWUH! I was almost done!”

“Baby, you were about to fall over. It’s clear to mommy you needed help. Now crawl over here so mommy can change the rest of your clothing.”

Jenny merely sulked  in front of the closet, arms and legs crossed glaring up at Tara, “Alright, suit yourself. Before long you’re going to realize you can’t always have your way anymore.” Tara zapped the closet and Jenny with her wand and watched as her once boyfriend, turned sissy girlfriend fell backward into the closet.

The contents of the closet began to morph and change. Black and brown plain shirts and jeans became pastel colored frilly panties and dresses, stacks of diapers sat on drawers full of tights and onesies, and various boxes of books and old action figures turned into picture books and dolls.

A stack of diapers fell over as something began to move beneath them, and Jenny’s head poked out from underneath. Her dress had acquired more frills, the diaper had grown so thick as to reduce her to crawling, her diaper cover had grown plain but thick and sat underneath a pair of sheer white frilled tights. Jenny’s mouth was fully occupied with a large pink pacifier that had been strapped around her head and her adorable blonde curls had been adorned with a large pink bow.

“That’s a very fitting look for you baby girl. Maybe now you’ll listen to mommy?”

Jenny remained quiet and crawled closer to Tara before sitting on her diapered rear and nodding ‘yes,’ “Good girl. Only this has been the first time you’ve been cooperative this whole evening; as such, you’re going to be set straight.” With yet another poof of pink magic, a bouncer appeared hanging from the ceiling. With her magical powers, Tara lifted Jenny into the air and placed her in the bouncer. She walked over and removed the pacifier before conjuring a bottle full of milk into her hand and a bib around Jenny’s neck.

“Drink up,” Tara placed the nipple in Jenny’s mouth. Jenny did as commanded not wanting to remain on her girlfriend’s bad side for much longer. Milk dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her chin onto her bib as she quickly tried her best to comply. Once she was finished the pacifier was replaced and Tara flipped a switch on the back side of the bouncer. Jenny’s toes lightly touched the ground for a moment as she was lowered and raised back up into the air. It continued to automatically bounce her as Tara conjured a baby monitor, turned it on, and placed it on the nightstand.

“Mommy needs a break. You’re a handful, you know that? She’ll be back when she hears you’ve finished.” Jenny wanted to ask what she meant but all she could do was babble behind the pacifier as the door to her room was pulled to.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of the bouncer operating; Jenny’s thick diapers crinkling in the seat with each downward motion. She greatly disliked how helpless she felt; what started as satisfying Josh’s fetish, had turned into Jenny’s complete infantilization. Jenny squirmed in the confines of the infantile device; desperately wishing to spare herself the humiliation, but only ending up growing frustrated as she continued to struggle.

Eventually, Jenny gave up and allowed herself to be bounced without a fight; reluctantly sucking on the pacifier in her mouth and gripping the plastic tray of the bouncer with her mitted hands. Out of boredom, her eyes began to wander the room and take in all the changes that it had undergone over the past few hours. Jenny had to admit that even with her humiliation and loss of dominance in the relationship, her new crib and clothes greatly appealed to her sexually. As much as she was irritated with Tara for making her a big baby, it turned her on to no end.

“Mmmmph…”

Jenny really didn’t want Tara to hear her over the baby monitor; it was bad enough she was being monitored like a baby, but the pressure on her diapered crotch was becoming more and more pleasurable.

“Mmmhmmhmm mmmph…”

She began to wonder if this is what Tara meant by finish. Her face growing flush from pleasure, Jenny began to try and hump the bouncer; her efforts amounted to little more than looking ridiculous, but she remained horny none-the-less.

“Mmmmph!”

Soon another feeling began to present itself; pressure building in her lower stomach. Jenny could do nothing to hold it back as she farted into her padding; bending over the plastic tray and groaning. More pain issued from her stomach before she felt a great deal of pleasure as loud muffled sounds issued from her diapered rear.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Jenny’s sexual arousal was not cut short, but the thought of pooping herself in this contraption was in no way appealing. She grunted as her wet pussy continued to be rubbed against the plastic seat through her diaper; only with more pressure now as she leaned forward, trying without success to distance herself from her soon to be messy rear end.

“Mmmmmmph...mmmph...mhhmhm…”

The diaper filled with warmth as Jenny uncontrollably messed herself. The embarrassment coupled with her thickly padded and brand new pussy caused her to orgasm and moan loudly behind her pacifier; her face reddened from the excitement and she found herself in a daze. No longer concentrating, Jenny accidentally sat back firmly on her diapered bottom and whimpered as the mess was mushed again and again against her butt by the automatic bouncing of the seat.

Tears began to form in the corners of Jenny’s eyes as she realized that she would be at the machines non-existent mercy until Tara came back. She blubbered behind her pacifier, too upset to worry about how big a baby she looked in her messy diaper crying.

“Aww is mommy’s little girl okay? It’s just a little poopy; all babies do it. I could hear you enjoying yourself only a little while ago; what happened, princess?”

Jenny looked up to see Tara standing in the doorway; having approached when Jenny wasn’t paying attention. Swallowing her pride, Jenny lifted her arms and motioned to be picked up. Tara’s face was one of pure joy as she embraced her helpless girlfriend and, with some assistance from her magic, lifted the smelly girl from her bouncer.

Tara placed Jenny on her crib and patted her lumpy, diapered bottom, “You sure did make a mess! I’m assuming this means you’re going to be a good girl and admit you need a diaper change?” Tara removed the pacifier from Jenny’s mouth and awaited her response.

“Yeth…”

“So you need mommy’s...my...help?”

Jenny looked away for a moment, her face red with embarrassment, “...yeth…”

A big smile on her face, Tara got to work cleaning up her messy girlfriend, “I’m so glad you’ve finally admitted it. Was that so hard? Needing a little help from your girlfriend? Just relax, I’m going to take care of you from now on and you’re going to love it! Dress up...diaper changes...spankings if you’re naughty...you’ll see how much fun it can be having someone in charge of you.”

Jenny sulked as she listened to Tara’s words. She didn’t dislike the things Tara was offering, Jenny just didn’t like how helpless she was all the time now; although she had to admit that it was kind of nice not having to clean herself up.

Tara was about to slide a new diaper under Jenny’s rear, but Jenny’s hand shot out and stopped her, “Waid...I dun wanna be a baby...make me a big guwl.”

“Jenny...I really thought you were going to start behaving yourself; do I really need to start spanking now?”

“NO! I dun cawe if I haf ta be a guwl, I just dun wanna be baby.”

Tara stared at Jenny, honestly surprised at the amount of gumption she still had after all her humiliation today, “Fine...you wanna be a big girl? Then you can be a big girl.” Tara pulled her wand out of her pocket and Jenny was once more engulfed in smoke; when she was once again visible she looked exactly the same, only now wearing clothing befitting a woman her age.

“...I’m a big gi-an adult? Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Well...I guess I should apologize for being so difficult...I just don’t wanna be diapered constantly…”

Tara glared at her, “Oh you do, I saw all those pictures remember. You had quite a few with some rather permanent transformations...regardless, what you’re experiencing now doesn’t have to be permanent. You and I are going to a bar. I’ve given you back your bladder and bowel control, but what you do tonight determines whether or not you keep them and your title of ‘adult.’”

“What do you mean…?”

“I mean that from when we get there until I decide we leave, you have to hold your pee. I’m not going to force you to drink anything, and I’ll even allow you to use the bathroom like a big girl before we head out, understood?”

“And if I fail?”

“You’ll be put back in your diapered sissy life...only I’ll have to be a bit more strict with you; at least until you decide to start behaving yourself.”

Jenny walked over to her mirror and looked at herself. Everything remained as the same before, only she wasn’t wearing a diaper and her clothing was far less juvenile. Hell, she was even wearing a bra.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But if I stay dry the whole night you have to use your magic to turn yourself into a bed wetter, then put your wand away for good.”

“Deal. Now get in the car.”

Jenny followed Tara to her car gladly. She didn’t really care all that much for Tara becoming a bed wetter, but she felt she had to have something funny to look forward to; she wondered why Tara was so confident. In Jenny’s mind there was no way she could lose. With her bladder control back, the only way she could possibly wet herself is if it was her fault; and there was no way she would allow something like that to happen.

The ride over was mostly quiet. The bar they planned on visiting was some ways off from their apartment and given the nature of the situation, the air between the two women was tense.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny spotted something pink in the rear-view mirror and turned to inspect it better. In the seat behind her an over-sized, rear-facing baby seat took up the majority of the back. Thick, white straps dangled from each side of the chair and a buckling harness sat loose in the seat.

“What’s that for?” Tara didn’t need to look away from the road to know what piqued her girlfriend’s interest, “You like it? It’s just like the one I saw in one of those pictures, straps and all; it’s sized to fit you perfectly.”

Jenny ran her hands down the side of the chair, aware of her own arousal from imagining Tara strapping her inside; but she had to ignore it. For now she had to be an adult.

“Alright, we’re here! Time for you to show me how much of a big girl you are.”

The sign for the ‘Dancing Lover’ flickered in the pitch black evening, as the two entered through the large wooden door underneath it. Pushing Jenny forward by the rear, Tara left her girlfriend to mingle amidst the patrons of the bar as she went to the counter to get herself a drink and watch the entertainment.

Jenny wasn’t really sure what to do with herself. She could see that Tara had gotten herself a drink and moved to a corner table opposite her, eyes locked on Jenny; but that left her with nothing to do but sit there for the next three hours. It seemed like the hardest part would be keeping entertained.

“Hey. You’re really cute; how’s bout a drink?” Jenny turned her head to find a dark-haired woman in her thirties looking over at her, offering up a beer.

“I really shouldn’t, but...one...or two beers ain’t no big...I have a really high tolerance you know.”

The stranger smiled and took a sip from her own beer, before offering to open Jenny’s. “Is that so? I find it hard to believe, being such a dainty young thing like yourself.”

Jenny gulped down the beer like she always did, “Yeah, always have been; you know what that say...like father like…

“Daughter?” The older woman chuckled.

“Yeah I guezz zo…”

“You sure you’re not a light weight? You seem pretty out of it for half a beer.” Jenny ignored her and downed the rest of it, “I’m fine! I jus need to go to the ressroom. I’ll be righ back.”

“Do you need any help?”

Jenny turned around momentarily, her hands on her hips, “No! Imma big girl! I can handle it!”

“Okay big girl, have fun!” Jenny scoffed as the woman waved goodbye, her fingers wiggling around the beer bottle in her hand. As she stumbled drunkenly past the regulars of the bar, Jenny became all too aware of just how bad her need to use the restroom was. She couldn’t piss herself; she’d just use the restroom and not tell Tara. What’s the worst that could happen?

Shoving her way into the first stall she could find, Jenny sat down in a huff, “How’d I even get zis drunk?” She tilted her head back and felt her bladder beginning to release.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a lot smaller than you used to be; and your bladder can’t hold as much as it used to.”

Jenny recognized Tara’s voice and could see her familiar black heels underneath the stall door, “You better not be peeing in there; we had a deal.”

“Pfffft fuck tha deal...I’m not pissing mythelf.”

“You so sure?”

Jenny was ready to scoff at Tara, but soon felt the familiar feeling of piss warming her crotch and rear end. She had forgotten to pull her panties down when she sat, “No no no no!”

Jenny also forgot to lock the front door; allowing Tara to enter the stall and witness Jenny pressing her hands on her crotch, desperately trying to stop the flow, “No use fighting it now little girl. Once the first drop of urine touched your panties, you lost all control. Now you’ll be transformed back to your proper appearance and you and I are going home.”

Jenny looked as if she might start crying, “Noooooooo, pwease; give me anuder chancth!”

Tara just sighed and wiped a tear from Jenny’s cheek with the corner of her top, “I’ve given you plenty; you should know by now just how much you need me; besides...aren’t diapers fun?” Tara leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek.

Jenny’s clothing had begun to change back to her babyish attire from before; Tara squeezed Jenny’s diapered crotch firmly and lightly tickled her stomach to the delight of the infantile woman, “Now come on, it’s way past your bedtime squirt.”

Jenny did her best to hide her smile as she was escorted out of the bar, the center of attention as she waddled through the crowd; her diaper sagged from the soaking she had given it. The stranger at the bar waved once more, winking before returning her gaze to her alcohol. As the couple reached their car, Jenny was helped into her baby seat; she found herself aroused as the straps and harness were secured to her delicate frame, rendering her helpless. As Tara drove home, Jenny’s eyes began to droop; her mind filled with all the things her mommy would do with her in the morning and her hips began to grind against the padded plastic harness. Tara could only smile as she watched her horny girlfriend fall asleep from the corner of her eye. Life was going to be far more interesting now.