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"B-But Mommm!" I whined.    I couldn't believe it! Here I was, a perfectly normal 18 year old cat - being told by her mom that she was going to be wearing diapers again. I thought it was some kind of joke or prank, but there was no doubt in my mind anymore that she wasn't joking. In fact, I was quite sure she had  gone crazy. She was standing in my doorway with her arms crossed, a diaper in her hand and a stern look on her face; the kind of look that I had seen countless times before. It was the typical "I'm serious!" look that let me know that she was, in fact, serious.    "I know this must be strange," she began.    "But I won't hear another word of argument out of you, young lady. You've gotten in so much trouble lately, and well... your father and I have warned you that if you're going to act like a baby, well then you'll be treated like one! Now lay back, and be still while I get you in your diaper," she continued to gently scold.    I reluctantly obliged. I wasn't sure why I agreed to it; maybe I was just too sick and tired of arguing. She had warned me, after all - but I didn't think it'd come to this. We had been going back-and-forth for some time, after all. I wasn't crying or mad or anything like that - I was just simply shocked, and decided maybe going along with her game was the best idea until she got it out of her system. She was going on about being her baby again; about dressing like a toddler, drinking from a bottle, learning to suck my thumb again, and sleeping in a crIB: She even said I'd be in diapers again; full time, and that I'd be getting it checked and changed as often as when I was littler. It all made me blush, and I couldn't believe it was true...    "Lift your legs up dear. Don't be shy - it's just me and you, honey," my mom assured.    I couldn't help but be shy. I wasn't a kitten anymore, but she acted as if I was. Obviously, I thought about arguing or complaining... but it wouldn't have been any use. She warned me time and time again about being treated like a baby again if I didn't stay out of trouble... and I didn't listen to her. Lifting my legs up and looking away, I felt her toss up my skirt over my belly and undo my pants. In no time at all, they were slipped right down to my ankles and even sooner after that, I felt the brisk wind up exposure blow past me - and my face burned red with embarrassment. It was soooo weird...    "Shh, shh. Stay still. No fussy diaper changes or you'll only make it last longer, my shy little kitten," she teased. I rolled my eyes...    It wasn't that I was exposed in front of my mom that made it so embarrassing. I mean, sure - that was a bit weird, but we were both girls, and she was my mom after all. It was the fact that she was putting a diaper on me that made me blush. I hadn't needed them in years! Loud crinkling shattered the silence of an otherwise quiet room, and I felt the soft, rustling plastic slide beneath me. She adjusted my tail, sprinkled some powder, and rubbed it all in. Before long she was pulling it up over me and taping it shut. Immediately, I felt the warm, stuffy sensation come over my diaper area as the breeze got shut out."Awww! You look so adorable! Here, let's take those pants right off. I bet my little baby is too shy to ask for a change when she needs one. Less for my shy kitten to hide behind will make Mommy's job a whole lot easier," she teased again.It made my heart sink to think about actually using my diaper! "B-But..." I began.But before I could let out a single whine or dare argue, I was hushed by a single, gentle paw resting over my lips."Shh. I know. One step at a time, dear. Your father will be home soon, and I have plenty of things to do. C'mon downstairs. I know you have plenty of homework to do, and we don't want any more bad grades. Your father and I have spoken with the principal about all the trouble you've been causing, and all the classes you've been skipping. Maybe you won't fail your senior year if he sees progress and we can arrange something," my mom explained.She was exactly right. In fact, all of my overdue homework, skipped school, and bad grades were all part of what got me in the situation I was in; why I was now sitting in a diaper and being treated like a baby. I had been acting like a stubborn baby, and now... here I was. My mom offered her paw to me, and I quietly took it in mine. A cool breeze passed through fur in unfamiliar places, and my diaper crinkled loudly with every waddling step I took behind my mom as we walked out of the bedroom and all way into the living room. It was a walk that I had taken so many times before, but now felt strange, new, and longer than ever as the reality of my situation began to sink in. I thought about everything that my mom had talked about; everything about being her little kitten again, and everything that that meant.. I couldn't believe that I, an otherwise perfectly normal teen, was in a diaper again...Plopping down onto the couch, my nerves began to

ignite as my mom lifted up my backpack and began rummaging through it. Of course, I played it cool - but I couldn't help but feel nervous as my bag was ransacked, and my academic negligence was exposed. Crumpled up papers, some blank and some riddled with red marks, all flew out and fell onto the table into a sad mess. Next came my unused planner and folders, and then a bunch of other things I didn't want her to see. Other random things soon joined the mess on the table - and my mom grimaced at every item. Her expression only sunk further into disappointment as the bag was emptied, and my heart began to crack. What was more disappointing - wearing a diaper and being treated like a baby, or the reason I was in it in the first place?"Time to stop being bad, and start being good. What happened to that good little baby of mine? It's still in you, and I'm going to see her today. And that good little girl is going to be the only daughter I know. You're 18 and, if you do graduate your last year school, I'm certain you won't be accepted anywhere prestigious right away. I won't have you transfer off to some party school, either; it'll be bad for you. You'll be here, at home, safe from the horrible influences you've been thriving off of. And here at home, you'll be a baby - our baby - and you'll do very well, and when you're ready to grow up, you'll be appropriately prepared," she commanded.I wiggled about in my diaper, and nodded my head. Her message was clear."Now... here's something for you to have. Put it in your mouth, stay quiet... and let's get all this started. You have a lot to do, young lady," I heard.In my mom's paw, she was holding a brightly colored pacifier. It was cute, except for the fact that it was for

me. Brightly colored plastic, a big clear silicon nipple bigger than most I had seen. I wasn't sure why it seemed so big... I could only assume it was because I hadn't ever seen one up close. Or was it meant for bigger furs like me? The final thing I noticed was a big print on the button of the pacifier; it was of something I loved from one of the cartoon shows I loved watching. Even though I was practically a grownup, I still had a soft spot for cartoons - and it was clear my mom had caught on even though I tried to keep it a secret."I..." I began to say - but my mom gently slipped the pacifier into my mouth. I quickly forgot what I was going to say after feeling the strange, chewy nipple in my mouth, and began instinctively suckling on it. "Now get started. I'll be in to check on you soon," my mom finished.In no time at all, I was finally left alone, and the only thing I had to confront was my pile of undone schoolwork. I could finally think. Closing my eyes, I let out a harsh exhale through my nose, and thanked my mom in my head for not going any further earlier. My breath whistled through the holes of my pacifier, and my cheeks burned red. Although this treatment was weird, it was so much better than all other ways I could've been treated for the ways I got in trouble lately. I hated getting yelled at, and I hated arguing. It wasn't a punishment for me... it was so much worse. But this... this wasn't so bad. This was awkward, and embarrassing - but it didn't make me cry or make me want to run. A gentle but stern touch was my mom's style.As I calmed down, I got to work. Uncrumpling up paper after paper, I began doing the boring worksheets, essays, and boring assignments I had pushed off for so long. Although

I was sitting on the floor in my diaper, sucking on a pacifier just like my mom wanted, I soon forgot all about it, and became lost in the work. Soon, the sound of the rustling plastic, the feel of the bulk beneath me, and the sensation of my pacifier in my mouth - all seemed to vanish from my mind. Worksheet after worksheet, page after page, I studied and crammed my homework and did the best I could. As much as I hated doing it, I quickly began to learn to hate myself for procrastinating and putting it all off. How much time could I have saved if I'd have just done it and gotten it all over with? But soon, as time passed, I grew exhausted - and distracted. The work pile was smaller but still large, and an alarming sensation was growing over me. It was time for a break, and to visit the bathroom!I was in a diaper, but of course I knew my mom didn't actually expect me to use it. How silly of her! Quietly, I rose from the carpet and made my way upstairs. I tugged on my diaper to see how easy it'd be to pull down when I got to the bathroom, and frowned a bit from how tight my mom had taped it. Would I be able to just untape it and tape it back on afterward? But my frown was only a fraction of what was soon to come; something that seemed ridiculous, unbelievable, and horrifyingly cliche as if from an old horror movie. The bathroom door was shut, which was new, but I didn't think anything of it. The horror began when I turned the doorknob and discovered the door locked, and the bathroom I needed to use unaccessible..."Huh?" I muttered, slipping the pacifier out of my maw."Oh there you are!" I heard my mom say. I jumped!"M-Mom! Why's the door locked?" I dumbly questioned."I told you earlier dear, you're going to need diaper changes. Babies don't need toilets. Go in your diaper, dear. I'll change you when you need it. This'll be much better for your studying, won't it?" my mom calmly explained. I scoffed!"I-I can't do that! That's gross!" I said.The sun that so often illuminated the hallway was blocked by the locked bathroom door, and so a shadowy corridor was the backdrop of another argument between us. It wasn't long or fierce. I stomped my foot and thought about crying as we traded words. My voice was sharp and snotty, her's calm with a sternness backed by an unyielding disposition that was the signature of any parent; the bane of any bratty cub who was used to having their way, like me. It was so calm and firm that I soon gave up the argument. The bathroom door remained closed, I was forced back into the living room by my wrist, and commanded to continue my homework. Her instructions had never been so clear; sit, do my homework, and use my diaper if I had to go, because I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.She quickly left me alone again. My cheeks were fiercely red, and my hands were trembling. Suddenly the urge to go was so much worse than before. Was it in my mind? I couldn't stop thinking about it now. The feeling in my lower tummy seemed to grow worse and worse every minute, and it soon became unbearable. I had to pee so bad! I loathed the very thought of using my diaper because I wasn't actually a baby, and I didn't actually need diapers! But my mom insisted, and there was soon no resisting the urge. It took a long time for me to submit but I inevitably let it go, right there, at the table, as if nothing was happening at all...Something had happened, though. It became too much to resist, so I let go. Sitting on the floor, I could feel it all against my fur, and I squeamishly wriggled about as if it were the most disgusting thing I had ever felt. I could feel the puddle beneath me spread upward and backward in my diaper as I shamefully let it all out. I wanted to scream! The thick diaper below me felt stuffier than ever, and a burning heat felt as if it were burning me alive! I scowled, scoffed, and fell forward to lift my butt off of the floor so I didn't need to feel it anymore! Over and over and over again I thought about how awful this was; how disgusting and weird this was to be in a used diaper again - and I felt myself on the verge of a tantrum."You're being a drama queen," I heard my mom say from the other side of the room."Am not!" I protested. My mom rolled her eyes."Yes you are, dear. Sit up," my mom told me. I huffed, and obliged...Sitting in my warm, soggy, puddly diaper - I watched as my mom came over, knelt down, and checked my diaper as if I were an actual baby. She looked inside, and then observed it from the outside. Needless to say, I was blushing the entire time. Here I was, sitting in a wet diaper, being checked by my mom! Fidgeting only a little, I blushed and kept holding everything else back the best I could. I wasn't done using my diaper just yet. I still had to pee more, and my tummy ached a bit - but I stopped it all when I felt

the puddle in my diaper because I panicked."It's not so bad, honey. You're hardly wet," my mom said.I wanted a change because the shame was almost too much to bear, but my mom didn't change me right away. She said she would soon, but not just yet, because there wasn't much point to changing a hardly used diaper. She said it wasn't as much as I thought, and that it could hold more. Personally, I just figured she wanted me to get used to feeling so I wouldn't overreact next time. I wriggled about, feeling the warm puddle between my legs, and sulked. In reality, my mom was probably right. She usually was. My diaper probably wasn't very wet yet, and maybe I was making too big of a deal over it. Of course, I still had more to do in it, but I held it the best  could for now. The squishy padding beneath me sloshed as I squirmed about, and the rustling made a different sound. It was warm - not searing hot, like I made it out to be when I was panicking. The scent of baby powder and the diaper's weird babyish smell masked anything else that I might've smelled, but it was different now that it was used; thicker in the air, and not necessarily unpleasant. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, but I couldn't help but feel unbelievably embarrassed. Everything was happening so fast, and it was hard to take in.Lost in my work, my mind calmed down. It was easy to focus when I had everything right in front of me. I didn't go in my diaper anymore, but I knew I'd have to again eventually. As I did my work, sucked on my pacifier, and thought about everything that was happening, I didn't feel mad, or sad, or anything like that. I was embarrassed, sure. It was just so different from everything I was used to. Were there other furs like me wearing and wetting diapers, and being treated like a baby? Were there any others near me? I pondered and wondered and studied and worked for some time longer until my mom came back into the room to check up on me. By now, the need to go in my diaper again was pretty strong; on the verge of not holding it much

anymore. In fact, I was hardly doing my schoolwork because I was so distracted. I guess my mom could see I was flustered; she told me she was almost done with her chores, and we both needed a break before she started dinner."Come here a minute dear. It'll be a little while before dinner and I figured you could use something in the meantime," she explained. In her hand was a baby bottle filled with milk..."I-I'm not hungry yet mum," I lied. She didn't believe me."Nonsense, it's just your nerves. C'mere," she said. I listened.Waddling over to her in my soggy diaper, I grimaced at the bottle in her hands, and even worse when she patted her lap invitingly. It took a few seconds for me to accept the offer, but I inevitably found myself sitting in my mom's lap for the first time in years. My wet diaper pressed against me as my rump met her bony knee, and I naturally winced as the wet diaper exuded it's soaked contents like I was sitting on a huge sponge. I wriggled about, but my mom kept me seated as if I really were the fussy baby I was being made to become. Laying me back against her chest, I felt her hold me still with one arm and, with the other paw, replace my pacifier with the icy cold nipple of a baby bottle. Just like before, I instinctively sucked and accepted my fate.Immediately I could taste the milk as it spewed out of the baby bottle's nipple and into my mouth. It was just a drop at first, but

as I sucked harder and gently bit down onto the tip, more oozed out I soon found my mouth full enough to swallow. I became intimately close with my mom as she leaned my head back, held me tighter, and tilted the baby bottle - just like I really was a big baby. Naturally I squirmed to get comfortable, and my soggy wet diaper squished up between my legs with every restricted movement I made in my mom's lap. Mouthful after mouthful, I swallowed the milk and did nothing else but hear the hissing of air bubbles forming in the bottle, and the rustling of my diaper against my mom's knees. I still had to go in my diaper really bad, and so I'd occasionally whine beneath my bottle and squirm in her lap to find a comfortable position; doing the potty dance in the most subtle way I could. Like everything else that had happened today, being bottle fed was weird... I guess it wasn't so bad. But things were about to be much worse, and much more embarrassing...Over and over, I squirmed and fidgeted in her lap. My mom asked if I was okay once or twice, and I shyly nodded - but I wasn't so sure that was true. She kept me held in place, but did her best to keep me comfortable; I suppose she thought maybe I couldn't find a good position, or was becoming impatient. But my tummy was rumbling, and I had to pee so much I could hardly stand still! My bottle wasn't anywhere near done yet, and soon I knew for certain I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. The thought of going in my diaper while being bottle fed in my mom's lap sent chills down my spine, and I soon began to panic! My heart sunk and began racing. I wanted to leap up and run but what good would that do? The bathroom door was locked and I wasn't going to make it very far. I held it the best I could but the inevitable finally came over me. My ability to hold back everything soon gave out, and right there in my mom's lap, with a baby bottle of milk in my mouth, in nothing but a t-shirt and already soggy diaper, I began to let go of everything. Everything!It all happened so fast; quiet, and sudden. Trembling in her lap, I suckled once or twice on the baby bottle before being unable to continue. Closing my eyes, my body heaved and I pushed without trying, and then I felt my diaper fill with mess as it all came effortlessly outward. A spurt of pee shot out with each effort to mess, and

my diaper became drenched and full as I pushed and heaved over and over again. Worse, I knew my mom could feel me pushing; she was holding me so tightly, and I could barely move. I felt every drop of pee and every inch of mess as it slithered in both directions because my diaper was pressed firmly against my mom's knees. It was not as disgusting in reality as it seemed in my mind, but the sensation of it between my legs - the mere presence of it - made me cringe. A thick odor of tainted baby powder filled the air to compliment the thick wetness in my diaper. In my mind, I felt stunned and disoriented; a euphoric adrenaline rush of pleasurable relief and shocking horror from having messed and flooded my diaper made me feel unbelievably embarrassed and yet dazed."Uh oh. Did... did my baby kitten just make a stinky diaper in mommy's lap?" I heard her say, sniffing the air. It wasn't surprising that she could tell."Oh my! We'll have to get you out of that! No need for a stinky kitten to get a rash. But first, we have to finish your bottle, dear. Such a good kitty. Yes you are!" she continued.I wasn't sad or about to cry, or even mad. I was just simply dazed and disoriented. I wanted out of my completely filled diaper right away, and now, I had no excuse not to finish my bottle. I tried to make it go by as fast as possible and to forget what had happened, but there was no getting past it. Every movement I made, I could feel my diaper squashing and squishing below me. Both in front and behind, there was an unmistakable hot, thick squishing feeling that reminded me that I was in a messy and soaked diaper; like sitting and wriggling around in mud. Every other breath, I could smell the soft fragrance of tainted baby powder, or the subtle smell of the plastic baby bottle just an inch from my sensitive feline nose. By the time my bottle was finished, both my stomach and my diaper were as full as they could get - and I knew for certain that I was truly was just a baby now."Now let's get my stinky little baby a new diaper!" I heard my mom say.All I could do was sulk in shame. As I stood from her lap, a waft of my own used diaper hit my nose. I could feel the weight of it as it heavily hung low and sagged. Glancing down, I could see that the diaper had turned dark with pee, and I could only imagine how it looked from behind. The plastic rustled and was smooth from being stretched by it's own weight. The mess was pressing and squishing against my butt; warm, sticky, and was simply everywhere. I was embarrassed but not just for the fact that there was so much pee and poop in my diaper, it was because I had to be changed now. I didn't want my mom to change my diaper - I wanted to change my own! How could I ever be okay with her taking care of such an awfully big mess? "No, babies can't change their own diapers. Let Mommy take care of it," she said.We went back-and-forth for a short while, but just like before, my mom inevitably won. Soon, I was lying down on the floor, blushing with my t-shirt pulled up to my chin and a fully exposed diaper that badly needed changed. My mom pulled a diaper and plenty of wipes from somewhere I couldn't see, knelt down between my legs, and simply smiled at me. She told me I was a good baby, and that I would eventually get used to being in such full diapers. Every word she spoke made my cheeks burn redder with embarrassment. Would I really get used to feeling the hot, squishy feeling of sitting in such a wet and messy diaper? Was that even possible? I loathed the thought of it. Wipe after wipe, my mom cleaned up my mess; each one made me flinch from the icy cold wipe, but feel a sense of relief in knowing I was getting clean again. She told me that I'd need a bath, but would get one

after dinner. Needless to say, I was definitely looking forward to that!"All done!" she eventually said.I soon found myself sitting up from the floor, still in a diaper - but this time a clean one. Glancing over, I spotted my old, soaked, and stinky diaper balled up and ready to be tossed in the trash. It was inflated, swollen, heavy looking, and mixed with various shades of brown and yellow. I could believe I had done all of that! "Let's go back upstairs and into your room. It's time to get your nursery ready!" my mom then told me. I didn't understand at all what she meant. What was there to do?I was so disoriented now, after wetting and messing my diaper and being changed like a big baby, that I didn't think twice about what my mom had said. I rose up from the floor, got a big whiff of the fresh baby powder my mom had sprinkled onto me during the change, and trailed behind my mom as we both ventured upstairs into my bedroom. Although it had only been a few hours since I had last been in there, the whole room felt different. Last I was there, my mom and I were having a conversation about me being her baby again, and then we argued about me wearing diapers again. Now, here I am - in a freshly changed diaper and t-shirt, crinkling my way into the dark and otherwise uninviting bedroom that I so often hid inside to stew in years worth of  teenage angst. Of course, maybe that's why my mom brought me here."Oh it's so dark and gloomy in here!" my mom said, making her way towards the curtains. She tripped over some clothes that I had carelessly tossed on the floor before finally pulling open the curtains and blinds.It was just then that the whole room went from complete darkness to blindingly bright; the sun was getting close to setting, and shone directly into my windows. Everything glowed with that enchanting orange and red light that always made me feel fuzzy and strange."And such a mess, too," my mom then observed out loud.She wasn't wrong. In the light, we could both see clothes and junk tossed chaotically across the floor. There was no organization to the mess; just clusters of unorganized laziness. My bed was still unmade; it hadn't been made in as long as I could remember. The walls were covered in posters and pictures that seemed cool at the time when I had put them up, but now, not so much. And finally, my furniture; my bed, my desk and table, my vanity - everything, seemed to be covered in dust, random junk and trash, and miscellaneous things I hadn't touched in years. My mom might have been acting crazy, treating me like a baby, making me wear diapers, and talking crazy talk... and I knew that somehow cleaning my room was connected to all of that... but somehow, I got the impression that maybe my room was due for a makeover and cleaning. Even if I didn't like the decor she was going to choose..."This is going to take a long time. Much longer than just today... but we're going to get this room started.

Soon it'll be a nursery again. A cute one! One you'll love, dear. These walls will be covered in cute pictures and decorations of your favorite cartoons - maybe the same cartoon on your binky! And a great big crib for you to sleep and feel safe in. Maybe... over here... instead of a vanity... it could be a changing table! For all those diapers you go through. And... hm... we can keep your table. Let's just clean it, yeah? All those drawings you think I don't see you make... now you'll have a big table for it! We'll toss out all this clutter and try to keep things clean. You never did like cleaning your room, and now you won't have to! Isn't that right, my little big baby?" my mom went on.It was nauseating to listen to, and I cringed at being called a 'little big baby'. What sense did that make anyway? I just kept my mouth shut, though. I WAS wearing a diaper, and it wasn't the first one I had worn today. Even though I was 18 and almost as tall as my mom, I still felt small compared to her. With my mouth quiet and my cheeks still burning red, I crinkled about the room and followed my mom's instructions like a little helper. We started off cleaning everything; tossing out trash, collecting and sorting my clothes, and making room to move around. We even went into my closet and began going through clothes. She told me there were a lot of clothes I wouldn't need anymore; a lot of things I had weren't appropriate for babies.  A lot of my pants were tossed to the side, and she explained that my pants weren't likely to fit because of how thick my diaper was. She also talked about pretty dresses and kiddish clothes she could find; footy pajamas, onesies, or dresses that would let my diaper show so she could check it easily. She even teased and explained that I'd be wearing a lot of cute clothes outside; ones that would show off my diaper and let everyone know how much of a baby I was! I couldn't dare believe that. All I could do was roll my eyes...She said I'd still need school clothes, and clothes to go out with friends in, but a lot of stuff was simply unacceptable. We sorted everything out, and talked about what I wanted to keep and why. There were some things I simply wasn't allowed to have; not even before she made me a baby again. It was disheartening to see all of my stuff get rummaged through, but somehow, I knew she was right.

it wasn't such a big deal. There was a lot of stuff I had that I hadn't used or touched in years. A lot of stuff was outgrown. What did I need all that junk for, anyway? Once again, even though I hated this silly baby treatment she was giving me, I had to admit that maybe there was a silver lining to it. And so we both went on, clearing out my closet, then my dresser, and then some other stuff too. Eventually we had to stop because it was time for supper to be done, and my dad would be home any minute. Even though we still had a mountain of work to do for my new nursery, by the time we left, my room looked almost entirely different than it did going in. Maybe it wasn't for the worse...Together, my mom and I went hand-in-hand downstairs and into the kitchen. For the next  while, my mom and I got dinner ready. Together, us girls made dinner. At one point, she joked about how I was her little helper; about how I had always helped her in the kitchen, even when I was younger. I blushed to know that I had come full circle - from being little in diapers, back to being in diapers years later. We talked all the while about all sorts of things. We talked a bit about me being a baby, and why... but it was mostly about me, and school, my friends, and all sorts of random things that we usually talked about. It was like nothing was different! For a moment, I almost forgot I was even in a diaper and that everything earlier had happened. But of course, reality would inevitably come smashing back to me sooner or later."Well look at you! My baby girl looks like... a baby girl! As cute now as she was then," I heard my dad say as he came waltzing in the kitchen. I lept from the surprise, before suddenly sulking with red cheeks as both my parents chuckled at my bashfulness."Hey honey, how're you doing?" he asked, kneeling down to my level. I couldn't help but blush, and look away to avoid eye contact. "She's been fussy here or there... but she's been on her best behavior. Haven't you sweety?" I heard my mom say. My dad smiled."I bet. It's a lot to go through, I'm sure. But we warned you! No more acting out. Act like a baby and get treated like one!" my dad joked, nudging me.I was so shy; I always looked up to him in a way, and it felt strange to wear a diaper like this in front of him. It was almost as if I was ashamed; as if he was going to laugh at me or something. I don't know why I thought it, because he certainly didn't mind. A quick brush through my hair and a tug on my arm brought my attention back to him."Hey. How you feeling crinklebutt?" he asked jokingly, tapping the side of my diaper gently."Um... I'm... okay..." I said, shrugging and squirming a bit. I had to be tough...My dad just chuckled and messed up my hair with his hand before moving on to my mom. They kissed, hugged, and talked about their day while I finished up I was doing and sat back down. Once again, nothing was different - aside from the diaper between my legs, or the baby bottle my mom began to fill with milk. A strange glow kind of took me over after my dad saw me... I wasn't completely settled in with being a big baby,

but it seemed less awkward. Maybe it was the long day in diapers, and my much needed diaper change that finally desensitized me. Or maybe it was how cute my dad thought I looked, and how much my mom seemed to enjoy babying me. Something happened, but whatever it was, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I was in the beginning of the day. After a short while, we all sat down to dinner like any other day.Dinner carried on like any other day for some time. For a long while, we all ate and had friendly, normal conversation like the close knit family we were. But as things carried on, a disturbance carried over me that I could not ignore. The urge to pee began to dawn on me, but unlike any other day, I was not able to excuse myself. Sitting there, at the dinner table, I resisted for a short while. I told myself over and over again that I shouldn't have to use my diaper... but I knew better. I knew there wasn't any use in attempting to use the restroom; not with the big, poofy diaper between my legs. So sitting right there, in my seat, I fidgeted and squirmed to find a comfortable spot. Doing my best not to get noticed, I let go and began peeing my diaper. Barely audible hissing could be heard as the hot sensation began to spread all about my seat. It was sort of an adrenaline rush - wetting my diaper with both of my parents sitting just across the table from me. I watched carefully for their faces to change or for a suspicious glare to point my way whilst I hoisted myself just an inch from my seat. I worried at first that I may leak as I let it all out, and blushed a bit as the scent of soiled baby powder began to mask the otherwise unpleasant smell of what I had done. But nothing happened at all! I, the sneaky cat, had wet her diaper like the baby my parents wanted me to be. I wasn't necessarily proud, but I wasn't too embarrassed. The baby treatment wasn't completely absent from the dinner table, though. Aside from peeing my diaper, a baby bottle eventually got involved as my mom and dad exited their boring adult conversation and turned their attention towards me."Here, honey! No need to do it yourself... let Mom and Dad take care of that for you!" I heard my mom cheer.At once, a baby bottle - the same one from before - came swooping in. The now familiar nipple, dripping with cold milk, entered my maw. For a few seconds, I sucked on it, blushing as my my dad beamed a content smile my way. My mom, too, happily grinned my way. I didn't mind this so much knowing that my dad had agreed to this. He and I always saw eye-to-eye; a special and sacred father-daughter relationship that always brought me back to earth. When I got in trouble, I feared my mom's wrath - but felt the most disgusted with myself when my dad told me how disappointed he was. I didn't like making either one of them upset; I loved them both very, very much. But disappointing my dad not so long ago was what made me come to my senses, and now... if this whole baby treatment thing made him happy or made him not so mad at me... then perhaps it was worth it. Over and over again during dinner, I'd take a few bites of my food, then randomly have the baby bottle put in my mouth. Needless to say, eventually I wasn't picking up my own fork anymore. My dad began to have fun with it too - taking forkfuls of my dinner and feeding me as if I were a real baby. Before I knew it, I was listening to them both tell me how cute I looked, and how happy they were to have a little baby in the house again! I blushed all the while, but honestly, the attention wasn't so bad. Lazily, I sat there in my soaked diaper, being fed a bottle and taking in forkfuls of supper by my mom and dad. Occasionally someone would wipe my face, but it was rare; even as a young kitten, I was never a little messy eater.    But I would become quite the messy little one, soon enough.    We had spent the better part of the hour together, chatting, laughing, and enjoying an otherwise

normal supper. I never revealed that I had soaked my diaper, and they never bothered checking. Of course, I knew I'd be found soon; my diaper had certainly turned more yellow than it was before, and the audible sloshing of my soaked diaper would tell my secret for me. But nothing would give away my secret faster than my diaper turning smelly! Over the course of dinner, my stomach had sure gotten full. My stomach first started grumbling when I was being fed, and by the time we were all chatting and were done eating, the need to use the bathroom was really becoming distracting. We were all just sitting around with empty plates sitting in front of us, lost in conversation. I didn't want to interrupt, and I didn't dare bother asking to use the bathroom. My tummy was so full, and I was feeling so tired and lazy by now...    "Ermph," I whined under my breath.    I needed to poop my diaper; I knew they'd never let me use the bathroom. I could feel my stomach cramp just a little, and I began to fidget right in my seat. Imagining I was sitting on the toilet, I tried to calmly and covertly poop without giving it away. It wasn't easy! My breath became elevated, and my heart began to race a bit. The urge grew without any resolution; my nerves kept me from simply letting it out. Every so often, my mom or dad would look my way, and I'd have to pretend like I wasn't up to anything. I pushed and sat to the side to give space between my butt and the chair, breathing inward and outward - becoming almost desperate after finally accepting that I'd be a stinky cat right there at the dinner table. It was so frustrating to finally accept it, and to give up fighting - and not be able to do it! My stomach gurgled and pressure continued to grow, but my mind simply refused to let me go while I sat so close to my parents; it'd break the potty training rules I was taught so long ago.    I carefully pushed once and twice, softly huffing under my breath. Goosebumps riddled my skin, a soft whimper slipped out of my maw, and at once, my whole body seemed to push! I felt it all leave my body and force its way against my diaper; heating up my butt and warming between my legs as my mess filled up my diaper with unyielding stride. I breathed through my mouth, agape with pleasure, and wriggled about as I basked in the adrenaline rush of pooping my diaper so close to my mom and dad. I tried my best not to give it away but it was nearly impossible; my tail was twitching, I was squirming, and I could smell my own mess mixing with the baby powder as it continued to push out and bulge the back of my diaper. Audible crinkling could be heard as it stretched and contained the heavy, stinky mess. Blushing, I soon found myself staring glassyeyed at both parents as they grinned with satisfaction at their adult baby girl wiggling around in her poopy diaper. I huffed, pushed, and looked away as they shamelessly watched me make a big mess right there in front of them.    "Such a good girl!" one praised.    "She always was a stinker," the other reminded.   

As they both giggled and talked about me, I simply sulked, blushed, and sighed    "Why don't you come with Daddy and let me clean you all up, stinky?" my dad said.    The idea of my dad changing my wet and poopy diaper made me burn hot with embarrassment, but what could I do? My mom had done it already, and now it was Daddy's turn. Getting up from my seat, I could feel the hot mess sticking to my butt. The weight of such a heavy diaper swaying back and forth between my legs made me waddle awkwardly, and my silly waddling made my parents giggle at me even more. They thought it was cute! I began to blush and hesitate, but my dad grabbed my wrist with a gentle paw and led me all the way upstairs. It soon became just he and I while my mom cleaned up downstairs.    "You're such a good baby girl, you know that? You peed and pooped all by yourself," he began. We wandered into my bedroom where the spare diapers and baby wipes were already waiting for us both.    "Lay down, honey. Geez... I haven't done this in a while," he explained. He sure hadn't!Sitting down with an audible squish, I writhed a bit at the feeling of my hot, sticky, thick, messy diaper pressing against my butt. I was nervous to be so exposed in front of my daddy for the first time in years and years, but there was no time to react at all. I could tell he knew I was a bit reluctant, but he simply explained that I was a baby girl now, and I'd have to get used to being changed by mommy and daddy both. He gently pushed my back onto the floor with his big paw, smiled, and began to tear open my diaper without hesitation."My my, honey! You are such a stinky kitty. We're gonna have to make sure to change you often!" he teased, playfully pinching his nose. My cheeks burned redder.Slowly, I felt him place one paw on my thigh to keep me in place, and begin wiping me clean with the other. The cool baby wipe felt great on my fur and skin as it wiped down and cooled off the warm, thick mess. He cleaned me all over - being sure to be as thorough as he could be - to make sure I was as clean as I could get. He smiled while I blushed redder, looked away, and closed my eyes. I wasn't humiliated, but it was just hard to get past the shame of such a stinky diaper, and to be changed by my dad. It was only day one of my baby treatment, so I knew I'd get over it eventually."We need to give you a bath," he concluded as he finished up wiping me down."C'mon. Let's go get it started," he then said, balling up the soiled diaper and wipes. I watched as he tossed it out into the nearby garbage can.With me half naked, he extended his hand and allowed me to sit up. It felt weird to suddenly be able to walk half exposed without consequence, but neither my dad, nor my mom when she came around the corner to check up on us, seemed to flinch or act any different at seeing me like that. I trembled a bit with nerves going haywire. I was getting so tired now; so exhausted from everything that had been happening all day. My dad guided me into the bathroom, and began filling the bathtub with water. As I sat on the side of the bed, I began to feel the stress of the day weigh in on my weary little head. I thought about everything as the water filled up and began to froth with bubbles that my dad had surprised me with. Descending downward into the steamy hot water, I couldn't help but moan and smile as my body let the stress melt away in the water. My fur ruffled and twitched as goosebumps and warmth soothed my body and mind. I always did love baths..."That'a girl... just relax. It's been a long day," my dad reminded me.I followed his advice and melted into the hot water and bubbles. I was not an enormous fan of the diapers, the bottle feeding, the wetting or messing, and the diaper changes... but it all seemed to disappear as my dad ran hot water through my hair. For once all day, I truly let

everything happen and didn't put up a bit of resistance; there was no stopping the euphoria as my body was cleaned of the shame I had endured all day long. Soapy bubbles poured down through my fur as I lazily sat back and felt myself bathed without lifting a finger to do it myself... and I loved every bit of it. As I was cleaned, I listened to my Dad, and eventually my Mom, talk about how good of a baby I was. Eventually they even broke the gimmick and talked to me about everything; about how they loved me, they knew how embarrassing it was, but how much it meant to them that I was letting it happen. I tried my hardest to keep up with the conversation, but it was hard to pay attention; my exhausted body was growing weak, and I felt like I would fall asleep right there in the tub if not for the splashing of water through my hair."C'mon... let's get you in bed," my mom asked me.By now the sun had set. I looked up and saw through the window that the day was over, and it was time to put everything I knew behind me."Tonight, you'll sleep in your bed. We'll get you some pajamas, and soon, we'll have a crib for you to sleep in," my mom explained.She went on and on and on as I was dried off and led back into my dark bedroom. My parents both put my new diaper on me, put me in a comfortable tee shirt, and tucked me into bed. Both of them kissed me on the forehead and sat by my side, talking about things. They explained that I was their little troublemaker, but they both loved me very much. They also told me how overjoyed they were to have a baby in the house again. It didn't bother me so much to be a baby when I knew it made them happy. I didn't mean to get in trouble, and do the things I had done to get where I was now; diapered and babied by my parents. But they were happy with me now, and they wanted to

have a little one to take care of again... so maybe it wasn't so bad. Sure, it was weird. It was different. But I loved them both very much, and they loved me very much. What better way to make eachother happy? Closing my eyes, I softly fell asleep at long last... and put everything behind me until tomorrow came.