A Padded Promotion

“Mmmmmf!” 

I moaned as silently as I could, hunching over at my desk while the tip of my penis continued to spew white liquid into the strategically placed wastebasket in front of my chair. A daily ritual for me. Work was always way too boring without enough actual work to do, so I had to find ways to entertain myself somehow. 

However, today was one of the rarer busy days with my deadline fast approaching tonight at midnight. Odds were I was gonna be here super late, so a little stress relief was just what I needed, especially since I had the office all to myself. 

As my climax came to an end, I grabbed a tissue from my desk and wiped off the head of my cock before slipping it back into the zipper hole in my trousers. I smirked as my heartbeat steadily lowered itself to a resting rate. 

“Jarek!” 

Like a shot of adrenaline right to the heart, my moment of rest turned out to be no longer than a moment. I sat up straight and tabbed out of the porn I was looking at. If anyone ever saw what I jacked off to, it would most definitely end my career. I swiftly kicked my wastebasket to the side and swiveled my chair around, coming face to face with my boss, Kara, who must’ve been lingering in her office. I thanked my lucky stars that I had already finished and cleaned up a bit before she waltzed over to my cubicle. 

“Hey, Jarek,” said Kara in her typical upbeat tone. She prided herself as quite the office motivator, evident by the fact she was running the most successful branch in the company. “Staying late on a Friday? I thought you finished that project yesterday.” 

“Yeah, I thought I did too. The clients had some last-minute requests, though, and the deadline is still listed for tonight,” I said, sighing as I rotated back to my computer. 

Suddenly, I felt two hands grab the back of my chair and forcefully rotate me outward so that I was facing my boss. “Nuh-uh! You’ve been busting your ass all week. I’ll take the heat and extend you through Monday.” 

My eyes lit up with excitement. I really did have the best boss ever. “Thank you, Kara! Let me just get everything saved and I’ll get out of your hair.” 

“No worries! Have a good weekend, Jarek,” said Kara as she headed towards the exit with her coat and keys in hand. I pretended to put my focus back on my computer, taking the opportunity to gawk at my extremely hot and well-figured boss. I can’t imagine the hard-on I would’ve had if I hadn’t masturbated before she came over. Her voluptuous breasts were practically begging to come out of her work dress and an ass that refused to quit. Not only that, but she was considerably tall, outsizing me by nearly a foot and about 10 years older than me if I had to guess. If you looked for “milf” in the dictionary, her photo would be right next to it. 

Once the office door closed behind Kara, I quickly reopened the porn files I had opened, exiting out of each one as quickly as I could, just in case Kara came back for any reason. I then exited out of my folder of porn, which I had tactically named “Backup Files.” 

While nothing about the way I looked would indicate it, I had a big, sexy secret that I had never dared to tell another soul. I was an adult baby and diaper lover, or at least in theory I was since I had never acted upon my kink in real life. Both at work and at home, I had a wide collection of artwork, stories, and scandalous pin-up photos saved for personal use. I couldn’t explain it, but the thought of being forced into an adult baby role and played with by a Mommy sounded so enticing to me. 

I blushed at the thought of Kara babying me, but quickly put it out of my head, as that was something that would absolutely never happen. With all my files shut down, I packed up my stuff and quickly made my way out the door, excited to go home and masturbate again. 

The office was empty for a few minutes before Kara soon came back, having forgotten her cell phone in her private office. “Of course, it would happen on Friday,” she muttered to herself, frustrated to have to come all the way back up after getting down to her car. 

With her phone in hand, Kara made her way towards the office’s exit. Along her way, she noticed that Jarek must’ve been in such a hurry to escape his extra work that he totally forgot to put his computer to sleep. 

Sitting down at Jarek’s desk, Kara casually dragged the mouse over to the Windows tab and prepared to shut down his machine. However, as she opened the tab, her eyes were drawn to a seemingly inconspicuous folder named, “Backup Files,” which had been the most recent folder open. 

In the back of her mind, Kara knew what this folder probably contained. Heck, she had her own porn folder on her computer under a do-nothing name. She’d always pegged Jarek as way too goodie-two-shoes to have porn on his computer, but her horny mind was much too curious not to confirm if her assessment was correct. 

Clicking open the folder, Kara’s jaw dropped all the way to the floor. This…this was what he was into?! She wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or be immensely creeped out by learning this development. Every single image and drawing she came across was of some skinny boy being put in a dress and diaper. No doubt, little Jarek was far kinkier than she had suspected. 

At first, Kara thought it best not to bring it up. He was one of her best employees, so she really didn’t care if he looked at porn on the clock. Gotta keep morale up somehow. But, as she continued to scroll through his files, she unwittingly found herself growing wet. 

Kara didn’t dare let anyone know at work, but she used to be a dominatrix when she first got out of college. She loved to dominate willing and well-endowed men, turning them into her own personal playthings. Still, the idea of ever bringing diapers into the bedroom was completely foreign to her. Writing down a few websites that Jarek had saved, she bit her bottom lip and smirked. “Looks like we both have a busy weekend ahead of us…” 

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My days off never felt long enough to me. After two days of intense gaming sessions, some 

binge drinking, and lots of flogging the bishop, I definitely wasn’t skipping into work. 

Passing through the office doors, I was greeted by the strong, heavenly scent of women’s perfume. Monday’s were no fun, but at least there was something to be said about working in an office with mostly chicks. “Hey, Jarey! Happy Monday!” said Maggie, a dear friend, and co-worker. She was even more chipper than the boss, something that often brought some pep to my step. However, at 8:30 in the morning, chipper wasn’t exactly the energy I was going for. 

I raised my coffee cup to Maggie and continued towards my…my desk?! “Uhh, where the hell is my stuff?” I said dumbfounded as I turned the corner of my cubicle, only to find my desk cleared of all my personal items. Not even the computer that I’d used for nearly five years was present, and that was company property. 

“Jarek, can I see you in my office?” 

My head whipped up as I heard those dreadful words come out of Kara's mouth as she stood in the doorway of her private office. Her monotonous tone only served to send shivers down my spine. Lowering my head, I avoided looking at Maggie or any of my other co-workers and fast-walked my way into my boss’s office. 

Kara rounded her desk and sat down before gesturing for me to do the same. In no position to refuse, I did as I was instructed. I couldn’t tell why, but Kara was giving off a super intimidating aura. Still, I struggled to think why she had me on the hot seat this morning. Did she get chewed out for extending the deadline and now it was gonna fall on my head? Wanting to nip the tension in the bud, I decided to make the first move, “So…what did you want to see me about?” 

With a soft, light-hearted snicker, Kara responded, “Don’t look so serious, it’s good news, I swear.” She did a small drumroll on her desk before revealing the big secret. “You’re getting a very special promotion, Jarek. I took the liberty of coming in early today and getting your new office all set up!” 

“Wait, really?!” I said, my Monday blues instantly dissipating. I had been waiting for a promotion for a while now. And to think it came with a private office too? My little intermittent jerk-off sessions were going to be much easier to pull off from now on. 

The next hour or so moved through with a lot of formalities. Kara had me signing document after document. At some point, I had to stop reading them and instead, skipped to the end of each section to sign my initial. Otherwise, I’d be doing this all day. 

After dotting all my I’s and crossing all my T’s, I was ready to meet my new workspace. Kara stood up and took me by the hand, something that instantly had my blood pumping. Other than the handshake she’d given me when I was first hired, Kara was usually incredibly reserved when it came to personal contact. I did my best to calm myself down, which was much easier said than done as, within seconds, we were standing in front of the once-vacant office. Now, it was all mine. 

Placing her hand on the doorknob, Kara turned to me and smiled brightly, “I can’t wait to see what you think.” She then threw the doors open and watched as my excited smile faded into a terrifying scowl. 

“W-What is…” My voice trailed off, unable to string the right words together. Standing in front of me was not any of my office supplies, nor was it even set up to be an office. Before me was an office that had been converted into what looked like an infant’s nursery. Only there was no way any of this furniture could be for an infant. It was much too big. This c-couldn’t be… 

Prick! 

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain collide with my neck. My vision began to blur and the whole room started spinning. I tried to look to Kara for help, but before I could regain my bearings, I collapsed onto the floor in a heap. As my senses began to shut down, the last thing I heard was the sweet voice of my boss. 

“Sweet dreams, little one.” 

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As I started to feel my senses return to me, I couldn’t yet see, but everything around me felt too soft and warm and cozy. I tried to pry my eyes open, but when I did, my body instantly wanted to close them once more. Maybe I should sleep a little longer. My alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so I assumed I had a bit more time to sleep before…work…wait, that was a dream, right? 

Memories of being escorted by my boss into an office that was decorated like a nursery returned to me in vivid detail. Something as bizarre as that HAD to be a dream. Cracking my eyes open, I anticipated confirming my suspicions and having a good laugh at how real the whole thing felt. Like something that amazing and horrifying would ever happen to…me… 

A cold sweat began to form across my forehead and the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. Muscling my eyes open, I came face to face with a new, bold reality. 

Trapped behind a set of crib bars, I looked out across the private office turned nursery, illuminated by a soft night light. 

I rolled over and pulled the blanket off of myself, ready to stand myself up and hop over the side of the crib. This was bad and I needed to get myself out of here before any of my coworkers found out what Kara had done to me. However, as I moved my hand, I found the fabric that encased it didn’t shift. Pulling my arms out, I soon learned why. Both of my hands were balled up into a pair of light blue mittens with a tiny padlock on the wristband of each, ensuring my hands were as useless as possible. 

Wiggling out from under the covers, I came to learn that the mittens were not the only aspect of my ensemble that had changed. Gone was my suit and dress shirt, replaced with a blue onesie that perfectly matched the mittens I was wearing. If only the onesie was the most embarrassing part, as underneath it was a diaper bulge that could only be described as obscene. Pressing against, I could tell there were multiple diapers around my waist, though I had no idea how many. They spread my legs so far apart that any attempt at clawing to my feet was out of the question. 

While panic was the most present reaction in my mind, it certainly wasn’t the main concern for my body. The crinkling alone was enough to get my blood pumping, let alone being trapped in a situation straight out of an ABDL story. I pushed against my diapers a bit more, savoring the rush it gave me. 

“Oh wow, you really do love this, don’t you?” 

My hands retracted from my diapers at lightning speed as I heard a voice that I recognized far too well. Standing up from the rocking chair that was stationed in the dimmest section of the room, Kara entered the light with an amused, smug look on her face. 

“Wha…whad ish…whas wong wit my mout?!” I said, swapping my question midway through. My desire to know why this was happening or how on Earth she found out was replaced with the strikingly obvious lisp I now had. I wiggled my tongue around in my mouth, realizing for the first time how numb and heavy it felt. 

Kara instantly started chuckling, “That would be the heavy dose of the CrissBaby Regression Serum that I gave you.” 

“S-Sewum!” I shouted as flashbacks of being pricked in my neck with a syringe returned to me, “How wong dosh id wast?” 

Shrugging her shoulders, Kara approached the crib and let down the bars as she monologued, “No idea. The website online said a single dose could be enough to last a whole week, depending on body mass.”  

Kara leaned in close to my ear, sending shivers throughout my whole body. From this distance, I was going crazy from the smell of her alluring perfume. Her next words nearly made me cum in my diaper right then and there. “And since I gave you the entire bottle instead of one dose, there’s no telling how long you could be stuck like this.” 

Without another word, Kara promptly picked me up from the crib, shocking me with how much upper body strength she had. She then carried me over to the large high chair stationed in the kitchenette area of the nursery and settled me into place before turning on the main lights to brighten the whole room. 

Now that I could see everything in the space, I was crazy to think Kara was able to organize all of this in such a short time span. This room had everything, from a changing area loaded with various adult diapers to a play area with a rocking horse and a bouncer. She had certainly done her research before diving into this kink head first. 

Picking up the nearby tray, Kara slid it into place while I was looking around at the elaborate room, locking it with my arms trapped underneath. I tried to maneuver them out, but the angle of my arms made that impossible without dislocating my shoulder. 

Kara then placed a bowl filled with something dark, red, and mushy on the tray, as well as a large baby bottle filled with formula. “You must’ve been super sleepy because you nearly missed lunch! Don’t worry, I made sure to give you an extra helping of prunes to fill you up!” 

My jaw nearly dropped from the news. No doubt, a meal like this would liquidize my stool something fierce. It seemed Kara wasn’t just satisfied with having me look the part. 

Still, as dream-like as all of this was, I was still confused as to how Kara found out about my Little side. Nervously, I asked, “W-Why…awe you…doin aww dis?” 

Tapping her chin, Kara responded, “Tell you what, I’ll fill you in and answer any question if you eat up without any fuss. Deal?” 

I nodded my head and opened my mouth, letting Kara fill it with mashed prunes that, in all honesty, didn’t taste that bad. The texture was a little jarring at first, but after I got into a rhythm with Kara, I had no issue with it. 

Meanwhile, Kara began to fulfill her end of the bargain, “After you left on Friday, I noticed you left your computer on and went to shut it down. Curiosity got the better of me though and I did a little digging. I gotta say, finding your porn stash was a bit shocking. I didn’t even know this was something people fetishized about. But the idea of taking a grown man and turning him into a baby…let’s just say I see why you’re into this. It’s all so…tantalizing.” 

Chewing and swallowing on instinct at this point, I hung on Kara’s every word. Could she really be into the same kink I was? Was this my chance to fulfill a dream of mine that I thought would never come true? “S-Sho you did aww dis for me?” I asked, a brightening smile slowly forming on my face. 

However, I wasn’t ready for Kara to start laughing when I asked that. “Oh, my. You think I did all of this just to get you off?” she said, driving a dagger right through my soul, “You aren’t the only one with a kink, sweetie, and I LOVE to pick on helpless, little virgins like you and watch you squirm in your own humiliation. Plus, you signed all those documents letting me adopt you as an adult baby, so now there’s nothing you can do about it. 

I swallowed hard, feeling a pit of nerves growing in my stomach. All those documents I’d breezed through for my supposed promotion were all a lie! The situation that was starting to seem so fantastical was actually a cruel trick to satisfy my boss’s own kink. Quite the bitter pill to choke down. 

Kara continued, “I’ve been waiting for someone just like you, Jarek. I’ve had guys who’ve said they’re into humiliation, only to chicken out when commanded to do something even slightly blushy. But you, you are my little baby, and you’re far too helpless to protest any of this. Besides, after how naughty you must’ve been to look at porn while at work, I’d say this is a fitting punishment.” She scraped the sides of the bowl to finish off the last of the prunes and shoved it into my mouth. “Now, no more talking until after lunch.” 

I nodded my head, prompting Kara to move the bottle off the side to remove the tray. She then scooped me back up again and walked me over to what looked to be a large stroller. Strapping me in tight, she returned the milk bottle to me, placing it in between my mittened hands. “Drink up, little JJ. It’s time to show you off.” 

Suddenly, the stroller began to move towards the door. I dropped the bottle into my lap and flailed my arms up for Kara to clearly see. “N-No! Pwease don wet da otters see!” I said, hoping that Kara would take pity on me. 

Kara, unfortunately, said nothing in response, choosing instead to push me closer until she was reaching for the doorknob. I closed my eyes tightly as I heard the door click open. 

Now out in the open, I lifted the bottle out of my lap to my face and cowered behind it, not wanting anyone to see how rosy red my cheeks were getting. 

The jeers and giggles soon started as Kara turned down the first row of cubicles and began to roll me down, moving slowly as if I were on parade. Several of my coworkers got up from their seats to get a closer look, making me feel even smaller in this situation. 

As we turned into the next row of cubicles, my heart stopped, recognizing mine and Maggie’s desks down the stretch. She would certainly relish in my embarrassment the most. 

“Oh my gosh! Is that him?” said Maggie, running over to get a closer look. She snatched the bottle from my hands, exposing my face. “Wowza! I didn’t think he’d be this cute!” 

I shook my head and buried my face in my hands, unable to take the ridicule from one of my closest friends at work. We liked to josh with each other a lot, but this was taking things to a whole new level. 

“JJ, stop pouting behind your mitts and show your friend how happy you are,” said Kara, who proceeded to grab both of my hands and stretch them out wide. I struggled against her, but the serum had made my arms so weak that I was helpless to stop my doting boss. 

Maggie studied me up and down, taking in my babified state. She then looked down at the bottle in her hands with the wicked grin forming. “Can I feed her?” she asked, making me wish I had chugged the bottle before we got to her. 

“By all means!” said Kara, giving Maggie the go-ahead. She wasted no time, shoving the bottle in between my lips before I could vocalize a protest. At first, I refused to suck, not wanting Maggie, of all people, to feed me. But soon, as several of the other girls in the office began to find their way over to watch the show, I realized how much more humiliating this would be if the crowd continued to grow. Swallowing my pride, I began to suckle, unaware of the vicious smirk that Kara was wearing as she stood behind my stroller and waited. 

Being the kind person that she was, Maggie only fed me for about a minute or so, before offering up the bottle to the rest of the girls who were beyond thrilled to have the opportunity.  

By the time I was halfway through the bottle, I had hit my limit for the amount of humiliation I could receive. 

When the next person came forward with the bottle, I hit their hand with my head and caused them to drop the bottle on the ground. The rubber cap inadvertently broke up and splattered the adoring crowd with milk. 

Kara rounded the stroller and quickly unbuckled me before grabbing my ear and yanking me onto the puddle of milk that had formed. “Bad baby! Throwing a tantrum like that when everyone was being so nice to you is a big no-no!” 

Maggie brushed the dots of milk off of her arms and flashed me an evil expression before saying, “I think he needs a good spanking!” 

Kara seemed to like this idea, or maybe she was already thinking the same thing, because no more than two seconds after Maggie said that, I felt the first swat touch down on my backside. I let out a small yelp, much to everyone’s amusement. And my boss didn’t stop at just one as she continued to land blow after blow against my heavily padded butt. At first, the hits didn’t really do much, but after a minute or so, they began to sting. The spanking, in combination with the ruthless cheering from the females in the office was enough to make me start sobbing. 

“Oh my gosh! Are you crying?!” yelled Maggie, causing Kara to stop spanking me instantly. Trying to cling to whatever maturity I had left, I attempted to stifle my sorrow. However, all it took was for one tear to fall down my cheek for it to be undeniable. 

Voices all around began to cry out, “Aww, the poor thing can’t handle a spanking!” “Let me hug him!” “Maybe he needs a different punishment if he can’t handle this one!” 

The last comment appeared to catch Kara’s ear, as she picked me up off the ground and hoisted me up over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, JJ, I didn’t know you were too small for even a spanking. Let me take you back to the nursery for a more fitting punishment.” She then turned to the rest of the onlookers, “Anyone who wants to join us in the nursery is more than welcome.” 

While some of the women shuffled back to their desks, most of them, including Maggie, followed Kara as she ferried me back into the nursery. I frantically looked around, unable to anticipate what awful punishment Kara was bound to come up with. She set me back down in the high chair and moved towards one of the cabinets, returning with a labelless bottle and a small spoon. As she tipped the bottle and began to pour the yellow, syrupy liquid into the spoon, I knew without a second thought exactly what she was doing. I sealed my lips shut and prepared to hold my ground. 

“Open wide, JJ, or else your punishment will get even worse,” said Kara, giving me an expectant look.  

I could tell she wanted to show off her dominance to the other ladies. However, I refused to give in to something so disgusting so easily. Shaking my head, I dug my heels in. “Nuh-uh! Da spankin was enuff!” 

The room filled with laughter as it suddenly dawned on me that they hadn’t heard my lisp yet. I shrank down as my face went fully red. 

Taking advantage of my heart sinking humiliation, Kara quickly grabbed my cheeks and shoved the spoon past my shuttered lips with surgical precision. She then lifted the spoon high and forced the castor oil down my throat. 

Having already eaten a large helping of prunes and sucking down half a bottle, my tummy was starting to feel heavy. Without a doubt, there was a big storm coming, and I was scared that I wouldn’t get much of a warning before that storm hit. 

When Kara finally plucked the spoon out, I was practically gagging. Ironically, I wish I still had the bottle from earlier. At least the formula was sweet. Unfortunately, while I was recoiling from the fowl liquid, she was loading up another spoonful. Catching me off guard once more, she plopped the spoon back in and made me take in yet another helping of castor oil. 

The rest of the girls clapped and cheered, patting my boss on the back for how masterfully she dominated me. It was clear that this dream had turned into an all-out nightmare in record time. 

Maggie then stepped forward, still sporting a villainous smirk. “I can’t believe how fussy he’s been! The only babies I’ve ever seen be this much to handle were my little nieces back when they were toddlers.” 

“Oh, really?” said Kara in a tone that rattled me to my core, “Because that reminds me, I distinctly remember seeing several of the cute diaper boys that I found on your computer wearing the prettiest dresses.” 

Needless to say, my heart was pounding at a million beats a minute. Before I could react, the girls converged on me. I tried to fight them off, but my weakened state was no match for the dozen or so hands that picked me up and carried me over to the office closet. 

As Kara slid the closet open, I was given my first glance at the massive amount of baby clothes that she had procured for me. Clearly, with as much as she had invested, she was in this for the long haul. However, while the vast majority of the clothing on the rack was for a baby boy, my soul was crushed as she reached into the far corner and pulled out something pink and fluffy. 

I opened my mouth to plead for mercy, but soon found empty space filled with the large rubber bulb of a pacifier that was soon tied around my head. With my voice silenced, there was no opposition as Maggie and the rest of the girls stripped me down until only my diaper and mittens remained. They then lifted me up and began to slide onto me, shoving my arms into the smooth, silky prison followed by my head and torso. 

As my head popped out through the other side of the dress, I was greeted by three girls who each had small pouches in their hands. They opened it up, revealing a terrifying assortment of makeup products. I did my best to wiggle and move around as much as possible, giving them no opportunity to put that gross stuff on my face. Sadly, though, as more and more girls rushed over to hold me down, there was nothing I could do to stop them. 

Lipstick, blush, and various other makeup items that I’d never even heard of before were slathered on as thickly as possible, making it look like my face had been painted by a bunch of children. Meanwhile, some of the other girls began playing with my short, neck-length hair, putting it up into a tiny side pony.  

I was beyond overwhelmed by everything going on around me. It was just too much to take in. Add on the countless number of girls around me, the diapers, and the silky dress, and you best can bet my hard-on was raging something fierce. I’d been so desperate to cum ever since I’d woken up, and now that I was surrounded by so much femininity, my mind was becoming intoxicated by the sheer level of humiliation. 

Unbeknownst to me, Maggie was the only one to notice my aching stiffy, spotting the small tent I was pitching beneath my nappies. While everyone was distracted by my makeup and hair, she took the small vibrating egg that she kept in her purse and slid it down the waistband of my diaper, nuzzling it next to my swollen cock. 

Unable to control myself, I gasped and squeaked out a telling moan, taking the other women by surprise. Another round of giggles erupted throughout the room and soon, several hands were moving southward towards my not-so-little buddy.  

As I was being fondled, Kara brought over a big mirror, allowing me to see myself in all my glory. There wasn’t anything masculine or mature left about me. I looked like the parody of a baby girl. Feeling a hand grip the head of my penis tightly, I lost my last shred of dignity and splurted a fresh load of semen into my diaper. 

I came for what felt like an eternity as everyone around me continued to laugh and coo at me about my darling appearance. By the time I managed to stop cumming, I was so mentally and physically exhausted that in the midst of all the chaos, I passed out cold. 

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My eyes flickered open as I awoke in the crib for the second time today. Looking down at myself, I could see I was no longer wearing that pink abomination of a dress, having been changed into a simple t-shirt with no bottoms to cover my pampers. 

Reaching down to feel my diaper, it felt it squelch beneath my hand, informing me of its sodden state. I must’ve wet my diaper while I was sleeping, a thought that forced flush back into my cheeks. Surely, Kara would never let me hear the end of my little sleepy time accident. 

Speaking of the devil, I couldn’t have been awake for more than a minute before the office door opened, and in walked Kara with a most sincere smile on her face. As if I’d fall for her kind act after everything she put me through this afternoon. I folded my arms and rolled away from her, hiding under the blanket 

“Aww, is little JJ upset with me?” cooed Kara, walking up to the crib and reaching inside to pet me on the head, “There’s nothing to be scared of right now. It’s just you and me. I planned on waking you up before the workday ended, but you were just so tuckered out after dress-up that I didn’t want to wake you.” 

While I admit the petting felt good and the fact that I wouldn’t have to suffer in front of my co-worker anymore today was a bit reassuring, I still refused to give in to her wicked ways. I kept my mouth shut and refused to say anything to her as she proceeded to dress me in a pair of coveralls and strap me back into the stroller, presumably to leave the office. This was really the only strategy I had left; the silent treatment. People like Kara got off on getting a reaction. If I could remain stone-faced for as much of her antics as possible, eventually she’d get bored with me. 

What I didn’t expect, though, was for her to kneel down in front of me in the stroller, lowering herself so that we were at eye level with each other. “Hey, before we leave, I want to apologize,” she said, causing my mouth to fall wide open. She chuckled at my reaction and continued, “Shocked to hear it? Well, I’ll say it again. I’m sorry. Bringing you out into the office was a bit much for your first day, and I need to remember to take things slowly at first.” 

Kara’s surprising sincerity definitely caught me off-guard. Maybe I was being too hard on her. After all, she went to all of this trouble to make me the baby of my dreams. Was fighting back really what I wanted to do? 

“I promise, in time, you’ll love this arrangement just as much as I do. Now, are you ready to come home with me?” asked Kara in a way that wasn’t really asking. She really did know how to lead a question. 

I paused to think for a second. What was really going for me in my old life? I was a virgin late into my twenties and the odds of me ever finding someone to indulge in my kinks like this was probably less than one percent of one percent. With a sly smile creeping across my face, I nodded my head yes. 

Kara clapped her hands and stood up, pushing me forward towards the door in my stroller. MY stroller. It really was my stroller, and my crib, and my high chair, and my nursery! Why had I been such a stick in the mud? This was the greatest gift anyone could give- 

GRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMBBLE! 

As I mentally celebrated what was sure to be a pleasure-filled new life, my bowels sound off, making a terribly grim noise. Just like I had expected earlier, the storm would come when I least expected it. 

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT! 

It just didn’t seem to stop coming out. Something was very wrong. I’d been fed castor oil as punishment back when I was a kid and never before had it caused such a volcanic eruption. I looked up at Kara, spotting that her evil grin had returned in full force. “Oopsie, I think I forgot to mention the laxatives that I put in your bottle. Don’t worry, I let you spend some time in your poopy diapee since I know how much you love them.” 

Kara pushed me out of the nursery and through the office, taking me past my old cubicle as we left. As I stared at the desk that used to be mine, I realized how much I wasn’t going to miss the deadlines and the busy work from my former adult life. I settled back into my messy diaper, smiling widely as my new Mommy prepared to bring me home. 

THE END.