Baby Katie's World

"It isn't my fault!" Tiffany protested as Courtney pulled the potty training chart out of her backpack to examine it, knowing what she was going to find. "I asked Hailey to let me go to the bathroom, but..."

"That's not what she told me," Courtney informed her, making the teacher blush at the idea of these two girls discussing her and her diaper usage. "She told me she checked you and you'd already had a little accident, so she thought she might as well leave you to finish up, since she would have already had to put a mark in your crying face column."

"That's not true!" Tiffany fumed. "I-I was just fine before then!" She hesitated slightly, uncertain of the truthfulness of that statement, though only because she might have already been wet... She was sure she hadn't actually messed yet, despite her body's best efforts.

She'd spent the whole previous class period desperately squirming in her chair, not daring to stand, half-distracted by trying to keep the silly tutu Maddi had brought to her just before her first class from flashing the diaper underneath to everyone. She hoped her desk would have kept anyone from getting too good of a look, anyway, but with the rest of her outfit, she felt like a glimpse might be all anyone would need to recognize what else she was wearing. Then she'd practically begged Hailey, not wanting to do that... The girl had grinned, watching her grow more and more desperate, until it was too late... Then, Hailey hadn't even changed her, looking at her phone and declaring, "Oh, I'd better get going!", leaving Courtney to teach her next class like that, not daring to sit down again, each step causing the mushy mass in her pants to shift, remind her of what she'd done as it rapidly cooled, ensuring she stayed as far away from her students as she could, until, finally, she ended class early so her next 'caretaker', Brooke, could change her.

"Oh, really?" Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Are you really accusing a KAT of lying, kitten?"

"That isn't fair! You know I'm older than her, and..." Tiffany shook her head angrily, then gasped as Courtney shoved a pacifier gag into her mouth, locking it securely in place.

"I've had just about enough out of you," she snarled. "You really think you aren't just a pathetic little baby kitten? Who's wet herself this many times?" Courtney showed her the potty training chart, already full of sad faces. Tiffany squirmed, looking away, unable to point out that so many times, the sorority member assigned to check on her and take care of her in between classes had either not asked if she needed to use the bathroom, or taken away her pants or skirt first, so she would have had to dash to the bathroom with her diaper fully visible...

It was just so much easier to do it then, in her pants, even if she had to call the janitor in and hand over the little plastic bag with her used diaper and wipes in it, and apologize. "I'm sorry, sir, but I had another accident in my diaper... Can you take care of this for me?"

At first, he'd just smirk and take it, but he quickly got more into it, taking it into his own hands to lift her skirt or unzip her pants, giving her fresh diaper a pat and say, "At least you're ready for next time," as the KAT watching over her invariably did her best to stifle a giggle.

This time, though... Tiffany had already been horrified at the thought of handing over a poopy diaper, but Brooke had insisted - and, besides, it would be worse to have that sitting in her garbage can the rest of the day. As soon as he took it, however, she could tell he knew the difference. "What did you do, young lady?" he asked. She blushed even deeper than she'd already been, starting to look down at her feet before he reached up with a finger, lifting her chin. "What did you do?" he asked again.

"I, uh... I had an accident," Tiffany gulped out.

"This is no little accident... This is very naughty, little lady," he told her sternly. He set the bag back down on her desk, then, with no warning, grabbed her, turning her around and bending her over it as well, forcing her to stick out her padded backside. She gasped, feeling his rough hands slide up her skirt, then slide down her diaper, exposing her wiggling backside, while Brooke did nothing. A moment later, to her absolute horror, he began to spank her, right there in her classroom, as she struggled to keep her whimpers as quiet as possible, knowing there were still other classes going on around her, wishing she hadn't let her own go so early, or he couldn't spent so long spanking her... When he was done, he pulled the diaper back up, gave her a stern look, and took her diaper. Even with her diaper's padding, she didn't dare to sit down the rest of the afternoon.

"Who filled her diaper today?" Courtney demanded, pulling Tiffany back out of her memories with a shiver. "No matter how exactly it happened, you still did it... Didn't you?" With the pacifier gag in, unable to elaborate, Tiffany could only nod; she certainly couldn't deny that she had, indeed, pooped her pants, as much as she'd like to forget that. "I honestly don't know if there's enough time for you to prove yourself before the end of the week... But I did promise to give you the full week, so we'll see. You're going to have to work extra hard if you don't want to visit the dean."

Tiffany stared at her, wide-eyed. She knew Courtney was enjoying all this... Would she really turn her over to the dean, and make her risk losing her job? That would put an end to Courtney's fun quite fast. Tiffany wasn't sure what the girl's plans were, but she also didn't want to find out...

Tiffany groaned as she woke up to a familiar sensation again, tentatively reaching under her covers, pressing her hand to the crotch of her crinkling diaper to confirm... It was surprising - and not in a good way - how quickly her body had adapted to the idea that, no matter how hard she begged, she wasn't going to be allowed out of the room after she was put to bed quite early.

The first time it had happened, she'd tried to convince herself it had been like the days before, when she'd woken up, realized where she was, then, for the sake of not spending the next hour tossing and turning, trying to hold it, she had simply given in and wet herself so she could go back to sleep. The next time it happened, she was less certain.... By now, she was sure - she was wetting the bed.

That would have been humiliating at her age, no matter what, but her circumstances only made it worse: here she was, a college teacher, at her alma mater, staying with her old sorority to try to prevent hazing, only to have fallen victim to it herself, and, as a result, been turned into a diaper-wearing bedwetter. And, because of the hazing - the rules of which she'd helped make up herself - any time she didn't make it to the morning dry, she had to spend the rest of the day padded.

She'd begged Courtney to let her change a few days before, when she'd had a meeting with the dean to discuss the upcoming pledge week, and make sure the KATs weren't planning any kind of hazing... The girl had been unmoved, and, in fact, escorted Tiffany to the dean's office herself, to make sure she didn't try anything. Tiffany had spent the whole meeting blushing and squirming in front of the man, praying he didn't notice how poofy her pants looked, or hear the crinkling under them every time she moved.

"Good morning!" Courtney chirped, opening the door right on schedule.

"I-I'm wet," Tiffany admitted timidly, hoping it would allow her to avoid a humiliating check; Courtney still pushed her blankets aside, as if she hadn't heard, pushing a hand to the teacher's bulky diaper, shaking her head.

"I'm really starting to think you have a problem!" she exclaimed. "You haven't even gone on your run yet! Do you need to visit the nurse?" Tiffany shook her head, cheeks red as Courtney bustled around the room, choosing a shirt and some velcro sneakers for her to wear, along with a pacifier, a big pink hair bow, and an armful of toys. Tiffany had made the jog around the campus many times by now, though the experience didn't make it any easier... There were very few people up this early, though the ones who were almost seemed to be expecting, and looking for, her now, which made it harder to avoid having to trot up to them and ask to be checked, which was much worse, knowing she was already wet. One of those people was the janitor who worked in the building where she taught... She'd done her best to avoid letting him see her face while she was teaching, but that hadn't lasted long; she just hoped he never mentioned what he saw to the dean, now that he knew she was a professor. She was pretty sure he hadn't yet, though she also felt relatively certain he was spending much more time than before 'checking' her.

To her surprise, the toys and pacifier went into small, pink backpack, along with some changing supplies, and Courtney laid out the changing mat, immediately putting Tiffany into a dry diaper, with plenty of soaker pads. "Now, do me a favor," the girl said, handing her a piece of construction paper. "Can you draw me out a nice grid? Label it with all the days of the week starting from now along the top, and then on the sides, draw me a happy face, a sad face, and a crying face."

"What is this for?" Tiffany asked, although she knew exactly what it sounded like.

"Well, kitten," Courtney said, gesturing for Tiffany to start. The teacher sighed, rolling over onto her stomach to pick up her crayons and do as she was told. "In the whole history of the KATs, we've never had anyone take this long to make it through hazing... We're really starting to worry about you. And ourselves, of course... After all, once we start taking pledges, if anyone finds out what's happening with you, we could get in trouble, and I'm sure the dean wouldn't be happy with you, either, would he?" Tiffany shook her head, the line she was drawing trembling a bit as well. "So, we're giving you this last week to prove you're ready to be a KAT, and not just a little kitten...

"What you're making is a potty training chart. I've worked out a schedule with the girls in your classes, and at least one of them will be staying, or dropping by, after each of your classes to see how you managed. If you're wet, a tally mark goes in the sad box... If you're stinky, one goes in the crying face box... And, if you're dry, you get a check in the happy face." Courtney bent down, putting a mark for that day under the sad face. "They also have the authority to change you, if they think you need it. They'll be staying with you until your next class starts, to make sure you don't try to do that on your own... That's why you have your nice toys, to keep you entertained, since you'll only be leaving your classroom for a supervised lunch. Oh, and when you do get changed, to keep your classroom from stinking up, you'll have to page for the janitor to give him your diaper, and apologize for all the extra work you're giving him."

Courtney smirked as she saw the horrified look on Tiffany's face. "Don't worry, it's just for this week," she said. "If, at the end, you have more happy face checkmarks than any of the others, we'll let you move on to your own room, so we can have this one ready for our pledges... If not, we'll just have to tell the dean about your little problem, so he doesn't have any reason to think it has to do with hazing. That is, if nobody else does first."

Tiffany paled in horror at the thought of her boss knowing she was wearing diapers, thinking she needed them... "Wait, wh-who else would tell him?"

Courtney smiled, taking the finished potty training chart, folding it up, and slipping it into the backpack, which she slid onto Tiffany's arms after helping her up. "It hardly seemed fair," she told the professor, "to let you off the hook for your morning run, even with all of this... So, we decided to switch it up a little. We won't make you go around the campus - instead, you're going to be going to your classroom like this, and waiting for one of us to bring you a suitable pair of pants, or skirt... And hoping it fits over your big, bulky diaper." Courtney gave that a pat, as Tiffany stared at her, aghast. "If not, you might just have to teach like this until someone brings you something more suitable."

"B-But..." she stammered, looking incredulously at Courtney and tugging at the shirt she'd been dressed in, which was nowhere near long enough to hide her diaper. The building where she taught was unlocked early, sure, but not nearly as early as her usual jog around the campus... Which meant more people were likely to be around. Her path would be shorter, yet the risk was much higher... Not to mention the risk of having to spend the first class period - or longer! - hiding behind her desk, praying nobody walked around it, for any reason, and saw what she had on, while hoping that the sorority sisters were merciful and brought her a piece of clothing loose enough to accommodate them.

"All right, kitten, here's your room... I know it's lonely, but just give it a couple weeks and you'll have plenty of friends!" Courtney pushed open the door to the pledge's dorm, assaulting Tiffany's eyes with an explosion of pink. There were more dolls and stuffed animals strewn across the beds, which Tiffany knew quite well were all equipped with plastic sheets.

Away from the rest of the sorority, alone with her 'big sis', Tiffany felt both more and less confident. Courtney was big enough to overpower her even without the help of the other girls, but she didn't seem quite as bad without all her backup. "Y-You can't do this," Tiffany mumbled, not quite able to muster the confidence required to make that sound as authoritative as it should. "You know who I am!"

"I certainly do," Courtney told her, pushing her into the room and closing the door behind them. "Do you know who I am?" TIffany hadn't expected that; she looked the girl over, thinking to herself that she did look familiar, slightly. "I don't see it myself, but I've always been told I look a lot like my sister, Heather."

That name immediately rang a bell... Tiffany's eyed widened, while Courtney's narrowed, seeing the realization cross her prey's face. "That's right... She told me all about the Kappas, and their awful, humiliating hazing ritual... She told me about how she got caught during part of that hazing, and everyone - led by one person in particular - denied it was part of hazing, and that she must just have that 'problem' naturally. She was the laughing stock of the whole school for the rest of the semester, until she transferred to another school. I never quite believed her, which was why I decided to give this school, and this sorority, a chance.

"I believed it even less, then. Everyone was so nice, and welcoming... There was no way they would have done what Heather claimed! Of course, the rules were a lot stricter... And, a lot of the other houses on campus were still hazing, so, even though the KATs were good, the dean still decided we needed a live-in faculty advisor along with everyone else. When I heard the name of that advisor, it sounded really familiar... I texted Heather to make sure I wasn't remembering things wrong, and then I looked up some older member of the sorority to ask them a few questions to confirm what Heather told me, just to be sure...

"I mean, I couldn't believe it... The person who came up with the KATs' hazing ritual, and chased my sister away from the school she'd been dreaming of going to since she was a kid, coming back and being put in charge of enforcing the no-hazing policy? It was too perfect... So, I decided to tell the rest of the house about what I'd learned about the old hazing ritual through my 'research', and about how I found a loophole in the policy that meant we didn't have to follow it until we officially started taking pledges... It was all too perfect."

"You have to tell them the truth!" Tiffany squealed, blushing and squirming in her training pants. "This isn't funny!"

"Sure, if that's what you want," Courtney offered. "If I do that, though, I'm also going to inform the dean that one of the professors he put in charge of eliminating hazing actually started one of the worst hazing ritual at the school... I don't think he'll like that very much, do you?"

Tiffany nibbled at her lip. "B-But... Someone here is bound to be in one of my classes... You can't keep this up forever..."

"If you want to go announce to everyone that the girl who just spent all afternoon drinking from a bottle and peeing her pants is a teacher, be my guest," Courtney smiled, watching Tiffany wriggle uncomfortably in front of her. "I already looked through your class lists, and told the girls who are in them the truth. They all agreed to keep it a secret... If you're a good girl. They're also going to make sure you don't break the rules during the day."

"No!" Tiffany shook her head. "Y-You can do this while I'm here, in the house, but..."

"There are no but's, little girl," Courtney growled, pressing a hand roughly to Tiffany's wet Pull-Up. "You aren't in charge here... And if you don't do as you're told, I'll make sure the whole school knows. Understand?"

Tiffany gulped and nodded, meekly allowing Courtney to change her into a Goodnite and tuck her in for the night, despite the sunlight still streaming in through the window. "Night-night, kitten," Courtney cooed. "You'd better get some sleep... You have an early morning tomorrow!"

Tiffany shivered as she tossed and turned in her bed, her mind racing, fully aware of what was waiting for her the next day. It was what had gotten Heather caught, after all... Like Tiffany, she was short, and not the fastest runner, so she'd lagged behind the rest of the pledges and been spotted outside in her soaked Goodnite.

Was that going to be Tiffany the next morning? Tiffany's cheeks burned as she thought to all the accidents she'd had that day - three of them, including the one she'd just been changed out of. Her bladder had never been the strongest, and the girls had kept her almost constantly drinking from her bottle, not that she could blame them, since she'd done the same thing when she was the one in charge. After all, the more times the pledge used their trainers, the more baby toys and accessories they had to have with them the next morning as they jogged around the perimeter of the campus, asking anyone they came across to check them, without being allowed to tell them that this was part of hazing. They started early, so there was a chance they wouldn't run into anyone; the campus wasn't huge, and fairly isolated. At least, that was what Tiffany had always told the pledges to make them feel better...

Still... Tiffany's stomach churned at the idea of a student, or, even worse, one of her new co-workers, spotting her dashing around campus like that. There were lots of trees, and some walking trails... If she saw anyone coming, maybe she could duck onto one of those to get further away from prying eyes, though doing that would just make it take longer, and she knew that - like her pledges - she wouldn't be allowed to use the bathroom the next morning until she got back. Considering she usually had to get up in the night to pee even when she didn't go to bed so early, and she generally didn't drink as much as she'd been forced to that day, things didn't bode well, even if she hoped Courtney would forget that any girls who showed up after their run wet - whether it happened before or after their trip around the campus - had to spend the day in diapers, and repeat the process the next morning, and the next, until they came back dry, even if it took all semester.

It was like coming home, stepping back into the Kappa Alpha Theta house, looking around at all the rooms where she'd spent so much time just a few years earlier... Sure, Tiffany didn't know any of the girls - though some of them looked a bit familiar anyway, somehow - but other than that, things seemed mostly the same.

However, the very fact that she was moving in meant that they weren't. When she'd been here, they'd had free reign, and while there were certainly rules to be followed - or ignored, depending on how stupid they were - the girls had essentially done whatever they wanted. It almost felt like a betrayal, coming in now as an authority figure, though she was determined to be a cool one.

Or as cool a one as she could get away with, at any rate... She didn't want to risk her job by being too lenient. She'd been so excited to get an interview at her alma mater so soon after finishing her Master's degree - which, to be fair, had taken her much longer than she had anticipated while working, and only taking classes part time - she would have agreed to almost anything...

"I'm sure you're aware of our anti-hazing policy?" the dean had asked her. Tiffany had fidgeted a little in her seat, but nodded - the policy had been in effect when she was a student here, too, but nobody had taken it seriously. "We're taking it very seriously... We would like you to be the faculty advisor the whole year, of course, but we'd like you to actually live in the house until rush is over, to keep an extra close eye for any signs of hazing, and, afterwards, if all seems well, you can move out to your own apartment, which the school would be happy to pay for until the end of the semester for your trouble."

Tiffany couldn't turn that down - not least of all because she wasn't sure if denial was even an option, since he seemed very serious about the whole thing. Part of her wondered if she'd gotten this job at all because she was a KAT, she the dean thought that would give her an in with the girls. She had a feeling it had helped, at the very least.

She hoped it really would help her connect with these girls, too, even if she didn't know any of them... She supposed there was only one way to find out, and that it would be best to jump right into it, let them know who was in charge. A few girls were lounging around the living room, so she set her bags down and walked into the room, declaring, "Hi, there, KATs! I'm your new..."

"Uh, no, you're not," a girl smirked, cutting her off. Tiffany gave her a surprised look, but before she could say anything else, the girl had stood up, marching over to her. Though it was hard to ever forget, having one of the girls right in front of her reminded Tiffany just how short she was, and, despite knowing she was in charge, she found herself squirming nervously. "Look at this!" the girl declared. "A new little kitten who thinks she can just waltz in here and be one of us! Sorry, but you have to wait for rush week with everyone else." She tapped Tiffany on the nose, dismissing her.

"No, you don't understand!" Tiffany's cheeks blazed. "I'm..."

"I bet she's a legacy," another girl stepped up beside her. "She thinks she'll get in just because her big sister was a Kappa... Well, did your sissy tell you the rules, kitten?" Tiffany gasped as the girl reached down, yanking her pants to her knees and exposing her pink, heart-dotted panties to the room. "Tsk, tsk... You're not allowed to wear those until we know you're house-trained. You know what? I'll take responsibility for this one... Kitten, my name is Courtney, and I'm going to be your big sister. Girls?"

Tiffany knew what was coming, although that did little to prepare her when she saw it being carried towards her, as Courtney dragged her to a coffee table in the middle of the living room, pushing her down onto it and starting to strip her. Seeing it distracted her more, in fact, switching her from trying to explain who she was to whining, "You aren't allowed to haze! That's against the rules!"

"You came to us," Courtney told Tiffany, unbuttoning her shirt. "We aren't even accepting pledges yet, so how could we be hazing one?" She tossed Tiffany's shirt aside and bent down close to her ear, whispering, "Besides... You can't haze a teacher, can you?"

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"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

"What's the matter, Bella? Why the long face? Surely you're not upset that your hubbie finally gave you what you've been asking for?"

That look on her face is… well, pretty much priceless.

"But- but, Henry! No- that wasn't what I meant!" She's spluttering, teetering between rage and penitence. "Please, listen! I- I know I said those things last month- about, you know-"

"About how I never took charge, right?" I cut in, with a wry smile and shake of my head. "About how you felt like I never really listened to you? About how stale things were in the bedroom, and how you wished I'd get off my ass and spice things up for a change?" I sigh, maybe a trifle melodramatically. "Oh, sweetheart, believe me – I remember. And yeah, what you said hurt at the time. But I thought it over, and decided… well, that you had a point."

"So, what?" she returns, with a frustrated glare and a fruitless tug at the collar and leash binding her fast to the new crib. "So you're going to turn our spare room into… I dunno, some kind of weird sex nursery dungeon? You really think this is what I freaking meant?"

"You know what, Bella? You're impossible to please," I return, my tone clipped and even. "You wanted me to take charge, right? So I have! And since you didn't exactly give me much to go on when it came to 'spicing it up' or whatever, hey! I decided to try out some kinky stuff of my own. You know, some age play and pet play stuff I saw online and thought was super hot. Can't blame me for that, surely?!"

And then, as she wriggles and casts an angry glare down at the crinkling diaper I've just forced her into, I give a short laugh. "To be perfectly honest, babe – don't you think this is the perfect treatment for a tantrum-throwing young woman like yourself? You gotta admit you've been acting like a spoiled brat these past months. 'Ooh, I want you to pay more attention to me!' 'Look at me, Daddy! Play with me!' 'Gimme something fun to do! I won't say what exactly, but you better get it for me!' I'm starting to think treating you like a bratty little baby girl might be exactly what you need, don't you?"

"No-oo!" She wails, and as she rears back on her crinkling bum and lifts her mittened hands, I can't repress another chuckle. "Oh, sweetie, you're so pathetic! Look at you: those wittle handsies all wocked away! You can't even take that leash off, can you? No, you can't!"

God, this is more fun than I'd even imagined. Watching her squirm and whine like this… pouting and begging to be set free… tugging at her leash like a restless little pet…

"Henry!!"

"Look, babe, it's simple," I sigh with a smile that's maybe a wee bit sadistic. "I'm done talking about this. We're going to leave you in here to cool down for a few hours, okay? It's Saturday and you've got nowhere else to be anyway – so, just be a good girl and enjoy your brand-new nursery for me!"

And, you know…" I glance pointedly down between her naked thighs at her padded crotch. "I suppose if you're lucky, that morning coffee won't cause you too much trouble. Surely a great big girl who never wants someone else to take charge and who always knows what she wants… well, surely she's not the type to sit there and make a great big accident in her pants… right?"

"HENRYYYY!!!!"

Her muffled wails from behind the closing nursery door are… well, they're not just priceless.

They're beyond priceless.

Image Credit: ABDreams.com (feat. the amazing @binkieprincess!)

Use a small leather strap to attach your littles collar to your belt loop. They will have to crawl everywhere and most likely start humping your leg in their wet diaper when they get bored.

Cuff their ankles together and use rope to keep their legs hanging in the air to enforce tummy time. Let them know that it's recommended that all diaper wearing littles spend at least fifteen minutes on their tummy.

Cuff their hands behind them and put a quarter on the wall, tell them to put their nose on the quarter and say if the quarter touches the ground they will not be allowed out of diapers for a week. Tease them with a wand and other tools as they try desperately not to get stuck in diapers.

Mommy laughs, my begging is getting me nowhere. But there's not much I can do, my legs are forced apart by spreader bars and Mommy is between my legs holding a vibrator to my diaper.

"No cumming until you pee in your diaper." Mommy smirks. "I already told you the rules. You don't want to disobey me, do you baby?"

"N-no Mommy."

Mommy pulls the vibrator away from me and I pathetically wiggle in protest.

"Go." Mommy demands, "Now. If you wanna cum so bad, pee yourself for me."

"But Mommy, I-"

"Now."

I whimper softly as my bladder gives in and I fill my diaper. It's such a relief to let go, but that doesn't stop my cheeks from burning red and Mommy watches my diaper fill more and more.

"Good job baby! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

JINKIES 😳

Someone have a smelly surprise for Daddy ❤️