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Changing The Abuser (Age Regression) (1/2)

Changing The Abuser (Age Regression) (2/2)
changing_the_abuser_ib_chap._1.txt
Keywords male/female 58315, diaper 43820, forced 7603, humiliation 7319, spanking 6832, wetting 3637, pooping 2996, nonconsensual 1635, messing 1370, regression 1306, age 1145, shrinking 1143, curse 637, permanent 270, karma 115
(Forced Diaper Messing / Age Regression / Force-Feeding)
CW: Themes of abuse / punishment for abuse


“KAIDEN, WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Was the first thing Nia yelled upon waking up that morning, and I knew that my arrangement was in full effect. With a smirk, I would sit on the couch in the living room, knowing that my roommate would soon be forced to walk out and expose herself in her embarrassing, crinkly state.
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The cameras were already set up and hidden through the living room to capture Nia’s moment of humiliation. I was lucky that Nia was drowsy enough from taking her medicine the night before that I was able to sneakily remove and replace her clothes during the night without her even noticing. Until now, at least.
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“I have no idea what you are talking about~ May I see?” I giggled.
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“I TOLD YOU THAT I WEAR DIAPERS FOR MEDICAL REASONS, KAIDEN! NOT SO THAT YOU CAN LEAVE ME UNDER A LOCK AND KEY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!” I heard Nia growl, angrily enough for it to almost hide the crinkle of the extra-thick, humiliating, irremovable diaper as she walked out into the living room.
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One of the cameras got a front-row view of her padded ass, where the large diaper spread her legs far apart, even though she was clearly trying to hide it with the tiny, pink skirt I had replaced her pants with. Another camera captured her furious, blushing face as she now stood there in the living room, wearing nothing but a short dress, a set of baby mittens, and, of course, the puffy white diaper.
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It was a couple of days ago when I first caught Nia wearing her medical diapers. I had returned from work early and didn’t hear her in the bathroom, which she forgot to lock when changing. There, I caught her sliding her diaper, complete with a large yellow stain in the front, down her legs and reaching to grab a new one from a box she had kept hidden beneath the sink..
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As expected, when I found Nia there, she immediately tried to cover the pee stain with her hands and an embarrassed wince spread across her face. When I made a babyish tease at her soaked, yellow diaper, she angrily told me “I have to wear them because of my PTSD! Believe me, it is just as disgusting for me to have to use these stupid diapers as it is for you to see it!”
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Even though she was humiliated to have her incontinence on full display, I was too amused to stop asking questions. In my defense, the two of us had been roommates for over three months now, and I had no idea that she had any medical conditions.
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I had Nia explain how she only needed the diapers for bladder issues - though I would continue calling her a stinky pamper pooper. She told me the excruciatingly humiliating story of the first time she was forced to publically wet herself and feel the moist padding, soaked and stained of her yellow urine until able to reach a bathroom and change herself.
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For the entire duration of the time I had known Nia, I never had any suspicion that she was wearing, and using, a padded diaper in front of me. Regardless, from the moment I saw her in that peed diaper, my plan to humiliate her was set in motion.
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The diaper that she was now wearing in front of me was much less discreet. I had ordered the most thick, crinkly, padded diaper that I could find on the internet, which basically ensured that each step Nia took would come with a humiliating crinkle crinkle~ from the thick padding spreading her legs.
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Ever since I had discovered Nia wearing diapers, I would jokingly ask her “Do you need a change, baby?”, to which she would poutily reply “I can change my own diapers, asshole.” The solution to this problem? The thick diaper Nia now wore was complete with a tight band around her waist, proven too strong to be removable when bound with a padlock, the likes of which could be seen jingling back and forth on the side of her diaper. Though she was trying, Nia was helpless to remove her diaper without the key I had secured in my pocket.
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“I think that you should go to work like this tomorrow - it suits you better than the professional suit and pants.” I taunted her vulnerable position. “After all, a diaper wearer needs to be treated like an actual baby.”
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“Give me the key to this stupid thing immediately! I don’t have time for this, Kaiden!” Nia fingered at the pillow’s padlock, her face slowly shifting from anger towards disgust as I saw her start kicking her legs in a potty dance. I knew exactly why.
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“Looks like this baby really needs to go potty in her pampers~” I whistled, looking around to make sure that all of the cameras in the room were trained on Nia.
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“This isn’t funny, Kaiden… you know that I only wear diapers because I have to, not for… whatever this is.” Nia crossed her arms, showing off the pink mittens she was wearing. Both cute mittens had small locks on them as well, drastically reducing the usefulness of her hands until I decided to unlock her. “Just unlock me and I won’t do something dire!”
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Her threats were deceived by her body, as I laid there and had the perfect view as her weak bladder broke. With a loud hissss~, Nia’s diaper was soaked by a steady trickle of warm urine that she was unable to stop. As her pee flowed out of her to be absorbed by the thick diaper, she would try to hide it with her mittens, but as her diaper grew more yellow, her face was left more red.
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I got to watch her absolutely soak her diaper. Whenever I thought that Nia would soon be finished emptying her bladder into the large diaper, the dark stain in the front would continue to expand its territory over the padding.. I now understood why she needed to wear diapers to hold it all. It went from a few exposed drops on her crotch, to a large blemish leaving nearly the entire front side of her pamper marked with her inability to hold in her piss.
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“Geesh! I expected a few drips, not for you to absolutely soak that diaper! Guess you really do need diapers that thick after all, don’t you Nia?”
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“Don’t you dare tell anybody about this!” Nia sighed, standing in her yellowed diaper, unable to do anything about the fact that she had just peed it like an actual baby. Normally, she was at least dignified to know that she was free to change her own diapers whenever she could, but now that she was reliant on me, an “actual adult”, to change her, she never looked so annoyed. “Well, can you NOW tell me where the goddamn KEY is so that I can get out of this-”
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Gurgle gurgle... [/i]
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Nia’s speaking was cut off by a growling sound erupting from her lower gut. Her eyes popped and she crossed her arms across her chest, grunting to indicate that her bowels were cramping.
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“Uh oh, sounds like someone doesn’t just need to go pee in her diaper.”
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“Not now, not now, not now… WHERE IS THE KEY!?” BRAAAAP![/i] Nia’s eyes went wide as a loud fart erupted from her ass, not muffled at all despite the thick diaper covering her bum. An awful smell instantly filled the air.
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“Oh, it’s in that vase.” I pointed across the room.
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Frrrrrt![/i] Nia rushed over to the vase, her wet diaper splatting against her chest with each thrust of her hips. As the struggling girl desperately searched through the glass flower vase, she shook her ass back and forth, very clearly needing to go poop, whether it’s in her diaper or a toilet.
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“Where the hell is it…” She kicked her leg, causing her peed diaper to make humiliating plapping sounds. The key to escaping a disgusting, mucky mess was nowhere in the vase!
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“Wait, no,” I smirked, pointing somewhere else. “I misremembered - It’s actually on top of those cabinets.”
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“Come on, come onnnn…” Nia hurried to climb on top of the counter, her hands nearly slipping thanks to the mittens she was forced to wear. Splrrrrt! Blaaaaart![/i] More long, wet farts proved how badly she needed to use the diaper, like the infant she had been dressed as..
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“Actually I think that it’s in your desk.” I continued to tease Nia, who was growing weaker in the fight to avoid having a messy accident in her humiliating, big diaper.
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“KAIDEN, STOP THIS! IT’S NOT FUNNY!” She screamed, dashing over to start combing through her desk. Nia had some trouble opening the desk drawers, and as she knelt over with her diapered bum in the air, the smell of her farts grew more foul. Brrrrrrrrrrp! Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart![/i] “WHERE IS IT, BITCH!?”
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“Oh, shoot, actually,” I revealed the actual padlock key from my pocket. “Here it is!”
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“HAND THAT OVER!” Nia immediately turned and took towards me, her rectum erupting more and more gas with each step she took. Blrrrrrrt![/i] She would have ran, but she could now feel the first load of poop peaking its way out of her ass, Nia had to grunt and clench her asscheeks as tight as she could to hold in her accident.
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All the while, I just stood there with a smirk. After several more bellowing, smelly farts, Nia would reach me. She would try to reach for the key, but as her bowels were desperate to be released into the diaper, no matter how much she despised the thought, her muscles were simply too weak to hold it all in.
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SPLRRRRAT![/i][/color] Puffing out her cheeks, Nia filled her diaper with a load of hot mush. Her asscheeks were spread as she found herself unable to stop sliding warm muck through her rectum, piling up in the seat of her diaper. An awful, poopy stench made the onslaught of warm, sludgy mess being piled into her diaper obvious.
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As I watched her large diaper start to sag thanks to Nia having no choice but to dump more and more squishy sludge into it, I pulled the key away from her and returned it to my pocket.
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“Looks like you don’t need this, smelly pamper packer.”
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“NO, GIVE ME-” BLORRRT![/i][/color] She grunted in an attempt to wrestle control over the earthquake in her full bowels, but the stinky mudslide would continue to force more slimy muck into her diaper. The padding, which was already very thick, would bulge out a couple more inches from her bum as the thick, poopy mush would cause it to form a brown, messy tint instead of the clean white.
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Though wincing from the terrible smell of Nia’s full diaper, I laughed, glaring around at each of the cameras, knowing that all of them were trained right on Nia as she loaded her diaper full of lumpy sludge. Nia, who was now sniffling that she was forced to feel her own gooey poop sliming up and down in her full diaper, looking around with me, and I watched her eyes go wide.
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“WAIT - YOU’RE RECORDING THIS, KAIDEN!?” She yelped as she gazed around the room, scared to move a lot in fear that her poopy, mush-packed diaper would slosh its disgusting contents back and forth. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”
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“Aren’t you excited for the entire internet to see how much of a disgusting, diaper-dependent toddler you are?” I giggled as Nia suffered in her own icky waste. The only part that I was sad about was how the cameras had no way to capture the noxious, putrid smell of Nia’s slop-filled diaper. “Besides, both of us know that you wore diapers long before this.”
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“I… I…” Nia stammered, in tears. The thing that she was the most insecure about, the fact that her condition required her to wear humiliating, babyish diapers, was now left on full display for whoever I showed the video to know. She was already scared of people knowing that she couldn’t hold in her urine, but having them see her in a puffy, locked diaper filled to the brim with the hot mud she could still feel oozing its way down her legs as her heavy diaper drooped was more awful than she could ever imagine! “P...Please… the key…”
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“I’ll change you when I get sick of your diaper’s smell,” I refused to give her relief even after being forced to load her diaper with steaming excrement on camera. “For now, since you clearly loved filling that thing to the brim with stinky poop, let’s play a bit.” An evil grin covered my face as I stared at my new smelly, diaper-filling plaything.
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“I...I…” Nia, suffering as she was forced to carry her own mucky excrements around her waist, sobbed. “I will get you… for this…”
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Dangling the key just out of her reach, Nia felt the sludge loading her diaper slop around wherever I forced her to follow. Every second she was forced to stand there, in a pooped, brown diaper, she was gagging at the awful smell and wincing whenever it slimed across her bum, and I relished in all of it.
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“Say it to the camera, baby.”
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“B...but I’m not a…”
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“Say it, or you won’t get the key for an entire day. Then again, since you clearly love pooping yourself so much, maybe that’s what you want.”
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Nia shivered in the slimy muck, sadly giving in as she stared into my handheld camera that was getting a perfect view of her blushing face and well-used diaper.
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“I…” She sniffled, feeling her chances of being known for anything beyond her incontinence shattering as she spoke. “I am a wittle, stinky baby and I need to always wear diapeys to hold all of my mushy, squishy poopeys. I-I love making stinkies in my pampers!”
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Tears in her eyes, Nia shuffled back and forth, causing her mess to loudly SQUELCH![/i] in her adult-sized nappy.
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“Good girl.”
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“Y-You bought a high chair!? H-How long have you been preparing for this!?”
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Nia was angry when I told her to sit down in her lumpy diaper, but with another reminder that I could keep her in her slimy, messy diaper for as long as I want, she was forced to concede. The contents of her pamper causing a loud squish[/i], she felt the poop smear all down her ass as she sat down in the high chair, her diaper so large that it partially sagged down the edges.
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“K-Kaiden, you know that I-I’m lactose intolerant!” Was her reaction when I brought out the baby bottle of warm milk I had prepared before she woke up.
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“Too bad, poopy baby. Drink all of it up and you can have the key to your diaper.”
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The video of Nia quickly sucking milk was my favourite part of this prank, from the disgusted look on Nia’s face as she was forced to guzzle it down, to the way she would begin loudly farting again before even drinking a quarter of its contents. Brrrrrrap! Frrrrrrt![/i] I had never heard an asshole so noisy and wet.
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When her bowels began gurgling again, her diaper loudly squelched as she uncomfortably shifted back and forth in her high chair. After a few more disgusting sips of the warm milk from the bottle gripped in her mittens, she was ripping a barrage of constant, noxious farts from her padded, mush-covered ass, her stomach clearly not agreeing with the milk she was being forced to swallow.
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SPLORT![/i][/color] Nia cringed as her farts became wet, and an explosive load pushed its way into her pants, liquid poop bubbling inside of her expanding diaper and causing the mess to sag further down the high chair she was strapped in. Still forced to continue drinking milk, her left eye twinged angrily each time she loudly grunted and another hot load of slop excreted itself from her anus to make her diaper even saggier and more humiliating.
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“Pew, Nia! That’s the messiest diaper I’ve ever seen! Got any more slop to pack into that thing?” I teased her as she helplessly continued to pile poop into her lumpy, extremely-full diaper, the cameras catching every second of the diaper’s expansion to hold all her waste.
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She was forced to confirm my question as she continued to guzzle down the milk, and by the time she had finally finished, Nia was lifted a couple more inches out of the high chair thanks to the mass of thick, warm mud being trudged through her completely-brown diaper. And Nia could do nothing but cry, begging for her stomach to calm down as the mess oozed out of her ass.
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“Here’s the key,” I dangled it in front of her high chair, the putrid stench of her mush-filled diaper finally getting to me, before tossing it out of the window I had opened to air out the smell. “Oops, I dropped it.”
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Nia rushing to grab the key provided one last source of entertainment. It took her forever just to get out of the high chair, struggling to undo the buckles with mittens on, and wincing as she slowly pried her massive, pooped diaper from the chair, degraded to have to lug around so much muck around with her.
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Her diaper making lots of squelching, disgusting noises, she slowly hiked to the door and chased after the key. She was sure that the neighbours would see her in her large, full diaper as she struggled to find it, but she was desperate to be freed from wearing it. The stench of the multiple hot, slimy messes piled up inside was bad enough to make a skunk wretch, not to mention the feeling of mucky poop smearing down her legs as her diaper drooped, forcing her into a waddle.
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The grass outside made it a quest to find her escape. She was forced to bend over, hoisting her poopy diaper up in the air for the camera to see as she scraped through the grass. It took her several minutes of combing through the lawn, her diaper full of sloppy slime loudly squelching and sludging behind her, before she finally picked up the key from the grass.
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All to drop it again as she panicked to stick the key into the padlock, due to the pink mittens that also were locked on her.
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Many minutes later, she finally had the key stuck inside of the lock, and sighed in relief when it turned and she felt the lock click. Finally, the band holding her stained, mucky diaper around her waist was loosened, and with a sigh the diaper slid down her legs. She was suffering a nasty diaper rash, but she was finally able to take the diaper off.
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And I had video stored of the whole ideal. Nia slopping around in her pooped diaper, drinking from a baby bottle, and “admitting” to being a poopy baby, would promptly be uploaded to my page.
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I was looking forward to teasing my smelly pamper pooper more and more.
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Nia had already filled up one diaper with hot mush - surely I could force her to use more, right? She was now forever at my mercy!
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A few nights later, I caught Nia coming home with a dusty, ripped up novel gripped in her hands, but would think nothing of it, even with the faint chanting in the cold wind that night.
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“Kaiden Vin Triol - I hereby proclaim you with the impotent form that you wish unto others. Reduced to four years…”


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“Go on, stinky baby - Fill your diaper with lots of mushy poo again. Babies don’t get to use the potty.” A few days later, I smirked at her, leaning against the door.
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Ever since my posts had shattered Nia’s social life as more and more people were shown videos of her being forced to load her diaper with poopy sludge, she had been more sly with changing her actual wet diapers, but I managed to catch her this one time.
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“Why are you like this, Kaiden?” Nia just rolled her eyes, trying to budge the doorknob. Unfortunately for her, I was much taller, stronger, and more intimidating than she would ever be, and with ease I was able to prevent her from entering our house’s bathroom.
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“You act like I haven’t improved things, baby.” I teased her. “Thanks to me letting you express your true self on video, you’ve become a viral star! You should be begging me to tell you where I got those big, poofy diapers!”
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“I had studied for years to get that job! It was the most stable, safe income I have ever had, all to be fired because a couple people recognized me from your stupid videos!”
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“Chill out, baby. It’s not like you were going to last a year without pooping your pants during work a few times anyway. Little diaper babies like you can’t be working!”
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“You’re a…” She growled at me, but just let go of the bathroom doorknob and crossed her arms. “This is your last chance. Treating me in this way will not make you happy, it will not fulfill your sick dreams - It will only lead to yours being destroyed. I’m serious, Kay.
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The way Nia said it had some sort of conviction that I had hoped had been broken out of her by the hundreds of comments on my page, reminding her how much of a stinky diaper filler she was. It was as if I was talking to a different person - not the weak baby I had filmed and forced to scurry about in a poopy diaper for a key. Her calm threats were slightly intimidating, I would admit, but I was more disappointed than willing to back down.
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Ever since Nia had moved in with me, I wanted her to be mine. I could tell from her pretty, scarred face, and the watery eyes that once escaped her previous abuser, that she would make a perfect plaything for me. Finding out that her PTSD imposed her to wear adult diapers only further proved that it was meant to be - Whether she realized it or not, Nia would become my little, diaper clad baby that I can freely push around and force to mess herself. I thought that my videos would finally encourage her to give in to her natural place in the world, at my feet with a pooped diaper squelching around her waist, but she refused to back down from her ridiculous independence complex, which annoyed me to no end…
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“What, my last chance before you make a mucky, slimy load of warm poop in your diaper that’s so smelly that I need to buy some air freshener?” I rolled my eyes away from Nia, continuing to block the door.
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“No - your final opportunity to apologize to me as an adult.”
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“Don’t think who you consider an adult carries as much weight as your padding, pamper packer.” I giggled. “What are you tawking- talking about?” Feeling my own voice start to lisp on its own, I stared back at her in confusion, only to realize that she was growing taller.
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One second, I was towering above Nia, glaring down into her eyes and imagining all the humiliating things I wanted to restrain her into, and then next we were on the same level. And then she was even larger than me, looking down at me fearlessly.
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“Please let me into the bathroom, little one.” Nia once again reached for the doorknob as I watched her, and everything else grow around me.
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“Caw- call me that and you won’t get the key for an entire week next time!” I confusedly replied, pushing back against the door. Just a second ago, I was able to hold the door closed without any problem, but now I felt the bathroom entrance creak as Nia opened it against my hold. My legs, on the ground, were wobbling, and seemingly… getting chubbier?
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“Quite a threat for someone speaking in such a cute voice, isn’t it?” Nia smiled at me, which was an experience I had hoped to never see again. Why was so she confident, and why was she treating me like I was the one who needed to be treated like a baby?
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“Why aww you not scared of me anymore!?” I spoke, but as I felt the words leave my lips, I gasped in surprise. My voice was tinier, more high-pitched, and way less intimidating! Just like Nia had said! Before, I was talking down at her in the gruff that a proper dom is meant to have, but this sounded like a little kid!
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In panic at my own voice morphing so much, and starting to lose my hold over the door, I went to punch at Nia’s chest, only to hit her leg and find that she was now over twice my height. My punching arm was weak, chubby as well, and my shirt which was slightly tight before was now draping down my body, its long sleeves hanging off my shoulders.
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“Aww… ain’t that just adorable, little thing~” Her voice turned to a coo, which intensified my anger as I was now forced to look up at Nia. How was everything becoming so large!?
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“WHY IS EVEWYTHING GWOWING!?” I started to breathe heavily as I felt my entire body growing fat, and the hair disappearing from my crotch and chest. “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!? AM I HAVING A STWOKE!?”
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“Little baby confused?” Nia easily pushed me aside and opened the bathroom door, as if I wasn’t the person who forced her to poop a big diaper.
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“BABY!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?” As the door pushed its way in my face, I felt my pants, which were suddenly way too big for my chubby legs, fall to the floor, leaving me naked except for the oversized shirt. I was staring at the soft, pale skin on my hands, shaking my head back and forth in denial.
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“I’M NOT A BABY! WHAT IS WRONG WIFF MY BODY!?” My voice continued to crack cutely, no matter how hard I tried to force it back into my tough, adult demeanour, and my size would only continue dwindling.
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“Here, let me show you, silly!” Without warning, I felt Nia’s hand, which I was not used to having way larger than mine, yank me into the bathroom with her. Before I could pull my hand away, I felt her other hand grab at my butt, and even though I was much larger than her a few minutes ago, she lifted me into the air.
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“UNHAND ME! DON’T TOUCH ME!” I kicked and screamed in my cute voice as she hoisted me up, before turning me on my side so that I was looking up at her, and I felt both of her arms wrapped tightly around me in a way that my kicks would contact nothing. I would try to squirm and force my way out of her arms, but my muscles had mysteriously weakened and she was able to lift me up and cradle me with ease.
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“Go on - look at yourself, silly baby.” She turned me around to look at the bathroom mirror, which I was suddenly not tall enough to look at without being held, and I gasped in surprise.
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In front of me was not Kaiden, the strong, dominant force who had planned on converting Nia into his personal diaperslut. My large muscles and handsome face were nowhere to be seen in the mirror. Instead, there was a short toddler, wearing an adult sized shirt as a dress, tears in his eyes confused about why he was being treated like a baby. No muscles, only bouncy baby fat covering my shrunken body, and all facial hair had disappeared from my head. My cheeks were pudgy, and I wasn’t even sure if their redness came from my anger or my embarrassment. I was seriously staring back at myself and seeing a small child less than five years old!
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“WHAT HAPPENED TAH’ ME!?” Hearing the cute squeaks instead of my manly voice now stung even more as I watched myself in the mirror. “I CAN’T BE A BABY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TAH’ DOMINATE YOU WIKE THIS!?” I kicked and screamed in panic, but her arms kept my head tight. How could I be so tiny, and in Nia’s arms on top of that!?
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I needed to find a way to turn back immediately, before somebody sees me like this! Or even worse, something as bad as what I forced Nia to do...
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“It had to be done, Kaiden.” Nia set me down on the counter, by the sink. I was still staring and squirming at the thought of being forced to live in this puny form as I felt her start pulling my shirt over my head. “And this isn’t small enough for you anymore, though you are adorable in those long sleeves.” She threw the shirt into the laundry bin.
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“HEY! THOSE AWW MY CLOTHES! GIVE THAT BACK!” I growled up at her, which only prompted her to push against my belly, forcing me to lay down on the cold counter. Her one hand was stronger than my entire body and I was pinned in place as she reached under the sink.
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“Don’t worry - I took the time to get you something perfect for your new size. It’ll fit all nice and snug on you!”
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“Just tuwn me back already!” I kicked.
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But instead of being turned back, I glared over at Nia, the girl that I was supposed to be pinning, and watched as she pulled out a big, pink training diaper from beneath the sink.
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“WHAT DAH HECK IS THAT!? NO WAY, ABSOWUTELY NOT!” The bright pink pull-up stared me in the face, littered with the patterns of princesses and lollipops, and I had never been so humiliated. I was a grown adult, much older and more powerful than Nia! How dare she even suggest I wear such an embarrassing thing!? A plastic garment meant to catch my bodily waste and hold it around my body!? She was meant to be in diapers, not me!
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“Apologies for the pink - They only had girly ones available.” Nia giggled, as if she didn’t have access to the power capable of reducing someone’s age, and started slipping the reusable diaper onto one of my legs.
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“DO NOT! WEAVE ME ALONE AND TURN ME BACK OR ELSE!” I screamed and threatened, my commands sounding more like a child throwing a fit than anything else as I felt the padding run up my leg, but eventually, much to my dismay, Nia overpowered me. My other leg was grabbed, and I was forced to watch as the pink pull-up slid up my legs, and then fastened around my hips with a button.
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“There you go. Doesn’t it feel better to be warm and padded, like a lil’ babe’s meant to be?”
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“Maybe foh’ you,” I huffed, looking down at the pink thing wrapping my lower torso. “But I am nawt supposed tah’ be in diapers! That’s you!” In an attempt to vindicate myself, I pointed my chubby finger at Nia’s crotch, where I knew she wore adult diapers underneath… but it was pathetic. Her diapers were so discreet that there wasn’t even a bulge through her pants, while the one I had been put into was thick, puffy, and its pink colour made it obviously glow from a mile away.
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“Whatever you say.” She smirked, before scooping me up in my arms again, proving how easily she could lift me up without any say from me in the matter. “But you sure aren’t going to be treating me like a baby anymore, now are you?”
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I was carried out of the bathroom, back to the living room where I before forced Nia to humiliate herself for a key, and stared around in annoyed awe at everything that was now bigger than I was.
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“This isn’t fair!” I pouted, trying to kick my legs and force my crinkly, pink nappy off my legs, but just like Nia said, it was snug and tight. “I can’t just wivv wike this! Why wow’t you turn me back!?”
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“Because you clearly didn’t show that you have earned your adulthood, little squirt. I gave you one final chance before completing the ritual, and you proved that you don’t deserve anything better than diapers. You’re lucky that I didn’t put you in actual newborn nappies, that babies go both number 1 and 2 in.” She set me down on the ground, with my large, humiliating pull-up crinkling between my legs, which were forced apart by how poofy it was.
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“But… but… you can’t just keep me wike this!” I stuttered, trying to sound strong in my babyish speech. “I awm an adult! I had plans fow’ today!”
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“Well then I guess you’ll have to reschedule. Babies aren’t meant to have plans anyway, so don’t worry your pretty lil’ head over it.” Nia ruffled my hair as I pouted up at her, used to having a few inches over her.
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“When will you tuwn me back then!?” I grumbled up at her, my thick pull-up making annoying crinkle crinkle sounds whenever I just barely moved. Was I seriously about to lose my entire day to being turned into a pull-up-wearing toddler!? I had calls to make for work, and I wanted to start engineering my next prank on Nia! How could I do all of that when I’m two feet tall and have such tiny hands!?
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“Whenever I feel like you’ve earned it. Might be a while.” Nia giggled some more, which indicated that any plans I had made for the next few hours, maybe even the day, had been cancelled. “But don’t worry - I got you some toys for you to play with as well.”
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“Grrr… wet’s get this overwiff…”
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It’s not that having my entertainment access limited to an abacus and babyish colouring books was the worst thing in the world on its own. Rather, it was knowing that Nia was there, in the same room, taunting me with her adult body as my boredom eventually forced me to open one of the colouring books and start drawing. She had hidden the TV remote, and after spending 20 minutes trying to reach the doorknob to my own bedroom, where my computer was, I realized that she had locked that as well.
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Snap! After a bit of humiliated colouring, lying down on the floor with my pink pull-up on full display, I heard a camera shutter, and looked up to see Nia filming me.
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“What aww you doing!? I dow’t want people to see me wike this!” I batted my tiny hands at the camera, but Nia was so much taller than me that she was easily able to hold it over my head, catching my pouts and whines on the video.
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“You’re just so cute, how could I resist? Crazy to think how so many bullies may actually just be big babies who need to be pampered, isn’t it?” She smirked down at me as I was fuming.
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“Well, quit it! Awnd you better tuwn me back soon! I’m getting tired of feewing this cwinkly thing around my thighs!” I tried to hide my diaper, as if the camera hadn’t already gotten several clear shots of my padded bum, Nia now free to expose pictures of me wearing it to the world.
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“Cute.” Was all she would respond to me, not even seizing the recording, and seeing as I was rendered helpless to do much about the situation, I eventually returned to my colouring.
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This was so frustrating! I didn’t deserve to be caught in a pink diaper on camera! Nia did because she actually was a diaper user, and I have been potty-trained all my life! That was the natural order of things! Why was I now the one wearing this embarrassing garment!? Anyone who sees that video would think that I actually need to wear pull-ups!
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The rest of the day dragged on, and every time Nia came walking in from the garage, I was hoping for her to finally undo this degrading shrinking spell so that I can get back to my work, and ensure that she never treats me like this again, but it would never happen.
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She first came in with something large, and folded up. I stared at her in confusion as she opened and set it up in the corner of the living room. It was a large square with a foam bottom, the walls about three feet high.
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“What tah’ heck is that?”
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“This is your new playpen! It’s not safe to always let babies run around the house on their own, after all.” And I watched Nia start picking up the baby toys and tossing them into the square sectioning of the room.
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“WHAT!? No way I awm going in there! This is MY house, Nia!” I pouted in humiliation, only to have my colouring book ripped from my hands and placed in the playpen as well.
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The little amount of entertainment was now being limited to a humiliating, babyish pink pen off to the side of my own living room. I was sure that I could easily escape the playpen if I wanted, but it was still humiliating to look at a baby’s playpen and know that it was for you!
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“Then I guess you’ll just be bored, little thing.” Nia reached down and patted my diapered bum. I kicked my legs a slight bit as a small cramp in my gut began to form, but assumed it to be nothing. I was just sitting there annoyed. If Nia was taking the time to set up an actual baby pen in the room, how long was she planning on keeping me in this diapered form?
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Next, she brought out a pink, plastic, tiny toilet and sat it next to the playpen. It had the label “For Little Trainers,” and looked like a box with a hole in the top that one could presumably sit on in order to do their business.
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“You do wealize I’m not an actual baby, wight?” I rolled my eyes at the plastic box. “I can use the nowmal toiwet just fine. Or just hold it.”
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“Really, you plan to somehow use a toilet that’s twice as tall as you are?” She pointed into the bathroom, towards the large porcelain toilet I had used without a problem since moving here. Unfortunately, it was indeed much larger than my shrunken form. I couldn’t even see the hole, and I had a sick feeling that if I did, it would be revealed to be big enough for me to fall into.
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“...Fine.” I crossed my arms frustratedly, and a slight gurgle~[/b] from deep within my bowels somehow spoke louder than my tiny words. Still, I would not care, though. Even if I did need to poop, I had managed to hold my rectum for entire days before, and it would be no trouble to hold it until Nia decided I had “earned” being an adult again.
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“Well, that, or you can fill that diaper of yours with a mushy, smelly mess and wait for me to change you. Your choice.” Nia played with my hair again.
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“EW! IF YOU ACTUAWWY THINK THAT I’M GOING TAH’ USE THIS PULL-UP, YOU AWW CRAZY!” Disgusted, but without much of the strength to show my anger, I stomped my feet on the ground, which only caused my pink pull-up to loudly crinkle between my legs. “Grrrrrrr… I DOW’T EVEN NEED THIS THING!”
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I reached down to my waist, undoing the pull-up’s button and letting the plastic diaper slowly slide down my legs. I had only worn it to hide my private parts, but sitting in the thick, suffocating thing for multiple hours, feeling it constantly crackling had grown annoying. If Nia was going to suggest that I actually use the diaper, I refused to wear it!
-
“Hmm.” She looked down at my shrunken form, and a small grin spread across her face. I watched her press the record button on her camera, and place it on the table towards the couch where I normally sat. Within a matter of seconds, Nia once again scooped up my toddler body in her arms, and carried me over to the couch.
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“WHAT AWW YOU DOING!?” I yelled as she laid me down over her knee, with my back up.
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“That was a very naughty thing to do, Kaiden. And do you know what naughty babies get when they need to be taught not to be bad?”
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“Don’t patwonize me- SMACK![/b] - OUCH!” I yelped in pain as Nia’s large, adult hand was roughly brought down upon my bare, baby bottom, slapping my asscheeks and causing my eyes to water up.
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Even though a few hours ago, I was able to withstand all of Nia’s struggles whenever I wanted to tease her, having her hand SLAM![/b] down against my sensitive, no-longer-padded bum was the most intense pain I had ever been forced to experience.
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“You were a bad boy and bad boys get spanked!” Nia growled down at me, as I pathetically tried to wiggle my way out of her arms, only to get another harsh SPANK![/b] thrust down upon my vulnerable bum. Each pound made my eyes water up even more, and after a few more, I was forced to burst out.
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“WAAAAAAA! PWEASE, PWEASE STOP ITTTT!” Tears streamed from my eyes and my ass stung in fatigue from being repeatedly spanked. Despite being in intense pain, I was frustrated. Was this seriously happening to me!? My own roommate, who I was older, stronger, and scarier than, was spanking me over her knee like a tiny baby as punishment for refusing to wear a diaper!?
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I was supposed to be punishing Nia like this! What kind of strong, intimidating dom gets treated like this!? I am crying over Nia’s knee and she’s free to hurt me over and over in the most humiliating way! I had no doubt that my ass was burning red at this point, and the gurgling in my bowels was getting worse! And she was justifying this as a punishment!? I wasn’t meant to be in diapers in the first place! Why does she get to decide so much for me, all while the camera is running as well!?
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Slap, spank! SMACK![/i] Eventually, Nia calmed down with her barrage.
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“There, baby.” She turned my spanked ass towards the camera, and I sobbed knowing that whoever saw it would know that I was degraded so much by Nia. “Now let’s get you back in diapers. Smells like you’re about to need them.”
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My bowels were acting up. Either due to the intense, numbing pain in my glowing bum right now, or that I was forced to become a toddler that Nia is free to spank and diaper, I felt a massive load of waste held up in my gut, begging to be let out into the toilet. Despite this and the harsh spanking, I was still sure that I would be able to manage, though. I had always controlled my body as an adult, surely nothing could change now!
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“I-I still dow’t need diap- Frrrrrrt![/i][/color]” Just as I thought that I had the contents of my bowels under control, a wet fart ripped from my asshole, and a foul smell immediately brought attention to my sudden need to poop.
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“We’ll see about that, little one.” Nia said, and I felt my pull-up once again slipped up my legs. Once again, I tried to kick my legs in resistance, but I was so sore from the spanks that I proved easy for Nia to once again pad, and then button up.
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When I was once again standing on the ground, the pink pull-up crinkling between my legs, I immediately began to run for the practice potty that Nia had set up. Or rather, due to the pull-up being so puffy that my legs were spread apart, I was forced to waddle.
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Splrrrt! Faaaart![/i][/color] My anus was erupting with several heavy bouts of noxious-smelling gas, and my bowels themselves felt like an earthquake. I had not wanted to use an actual toddler’s training potty, as the thought of being reduced to a potty-training child was embarrassing, but with my bowels rumbling as loud as they were, it was either that or be in a lot of discomfort until Nia returns me to my proper size.
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Right as I was about to sit down on the plastic toilet and start taking off my pull-up to relieve myself, I watched the large pink box be swiftly pulled away and picked up by Nia.
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“No no - you were very naughty today. You can have the practice potty back in the morning, little one.” She lifted the pink thing up, petting my head with her other hand, and I watched my only port to relieve my bowels placed on the kitchen counter.
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At least, the only waste holder that wouldn’t be completely degrading.
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“NO! PWEASE, I NEED THAT!” I waddled up to the counter, jumping up at the pink potty but was helpless to reach it with my tiny hands. “COME ON, COME ONNN!” Blrrrrrt! Smrrrrrt![/i][/color] My farts grew stinkier and louder, and I was infuriated to know that it was Nia forcing me into this awful situation.
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I turned around to see her once again holding the camera, pointed right at me as bellowing, messy farts foreshadowed the heavy, poopy mudslide that my bowels were growling with.
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I clenched my ass and squirmed around, arms across my chest as more gas ripped from my diapered butt.
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“NO WAY! I CAWN DO THIS! I am a powehful adult and I cawn hold my poop in forev-” BRAAAAAAAAAP![/i][/color] With one final wet fart, I felt a large load of solid, warm mush slide into my pull-up.
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“NO! NOOOOOO!” I cried, helplessly pooping my pull-up as Nia’s camera recorded. Once the first warm load of muck was sliming down my ass, I was unable to prevent more and more stinky, poopy sludge sliding out of my rectum and piling up in the seat of my diaper. Splooooort! Frrrrrrrrt! [/i][/color]
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“I’M SUPPOSED TAH’ BE THE DOMINANT ONE! I CAWN’T BLORRRRRT![/i][/color] POOP MYSELF!” I grunted and desperately clenched, trying to stop the train of mucky mess slopping around in my pull-up, but every second I was forced to feel another mushy load of warm poop push its way into my nappy, which the camera was capturing me stain a dark, humiliating brown from its former pink colour.
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BLARRRRRT! SPLORTCH![/i][/color] I sobbed as I felt my pull-up get heavier and heavier thanks to the mucky slop my body forced me to drop into it. An awful, poopy smell flooded the air, several times worse than the smell of Nia’s diaper. With each grunt, a load of warm poop would splatter against the walls of the pull-up, more and more gooey, brown mess building up to sludge around in my diaper, and that fact was made quite obvious to the camera.
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And unlike when Nia was forced to poop herself, as I was in a strong, plastic pull-up, my diaper refused to expand. Instead, it stayed just as tight and snug as always, letting the hot mush grow denser and denser as it oozed down my ass, a constant reminder of what I was still doing. Before long, the thick poop would crawl its way around to sludge down the front of my diaper, leaving my waist completely surrounded by my own disgusting mess.
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“Looks like someone couldn’t hold it for long enough.” Nia teased me as I stood there in pain, legs wobbling from how much heavy poop I was forced to carry in the pull-up. The feeling of my own waste smearing across my ass was several times worse than being spanked.
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“O-Onwy because you took away da onwy toiwet!” I covered my eyes as I felt a pressure in my bladder begin to well up.
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“I thought you said that you didn’t need it, little one. And you lasted less than a minute before absolutely loading that thing!” Nia pinched her nose. “If you were on the opposite side of the house, you wouldn’t have made it even with the potty.”
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“I… I…” My bladder answered for me, as a pathetic Hissss~[/color] sound came from my pull-up, letting the camera hear that I was now wetting myself on top of filling my diaper with warm muck. My crotch was warmed up even more, and all of the urine was caught by my diaper, as if I were an actual baby.
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“Sounds like you definitely need some potty training, smelly little pamper pooper.” She teased me, just like how I did when I forced her to mess herself. This was so unfair! I was meant to be reminding Nia how stinky a baby she was, not the other way around! Now she was in a hidden wet diaper while I stood there, on full video, in a stinky, brown, loaded pull-up, filling the house with a foul odour I was ashamed to have come from me.
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“T-Turn off da camera and change me b-back pwease!” I sobbed as I felt the thick, mushy bowling ball of poop loudly squelch and squish back and forth in my full diaper whenever I barely moved, and the continuous stream of warm urine flowing from my bladder only made the poop more mushy and gross as I lugged it in my diaper.
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“Are you sorry, little one?” Nia got up and walked up to me, camera still trained on my full, tight diaper to accentuate how much disgusting slop I had been forced to push into it. In fear of it loudly squelching and sloshing about in my pull-up, I was motionless except for my wobbling legs, which gave Nia the opportunity to reach down and put a hand on the front of my diaper where I continued to trickle pee.
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“Yes I- squelch![/i]” As I began to talk, Nia pushed me forwards, and due to the immense weight of my full pull-up, I plummeted right down onto my ass, causing my loaded pull-up to smear and squelch a heavy load of mush across my bum.
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I broke out crying again as I felt my own poop slowly oozing to the front of my pamper. These were things that I was meant to tease Nia with! How was I the one in a poopy diaper now!?
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“Sorry for everything? Ready to be changed?” She asked me as I squirmed about, sitting in the swamp of my own thick, hot mud. Even if I had control over my bladder, the fear of Nia once again squishing my full diaper would have caused some severe leaks.
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“YES! PWEASE, PWEASE CHANGE ME BACK! I’LL DEWETE THE VIDEOS! I HATE WEARING DIAPEYS AND THIS TINY VOICE AND FEELING MY OWN POOP SLOPPING ABOUT AND-”
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“Oh, silly thing…” She wrapped her arms around me, and I shivered as she slowly pried my poopy pull-up off the ground. “I didn’t mean that kind of change. And don’t worry about the video - you just gave me something much more fun to show the world.”

Part 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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After learning that his roommate is forced to use medical diapers, Kaiden attempts to make her into his personal diaper pet, but he may soon find himself the one helplessly loading his pampers full of poop~

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