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“Uh-hu!” she squealed, pulling out of his arms and looking up at him with a look of total adoration. Daddy was so wonderful. So handsome and strong and kind. “I wuv you!” she blurted.

“I love you too, baby,” Daddy cooed, and Jen-Jen squirmed with pleasure. “Now, let’s get you into your highchair.” He picked her up under her arms and effortlessly deposited her into her chair. Jen-Jen wrinkled her nose as the mess in her pants squished against her bottom.

Daddy started to cut the cake. Jen-Jen had a few moments where she wasn’t doing anything, so she jammed her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it noisily. She liked to suck her thumb. Daddy had taught her that. For a moment, a nasty memory stirred in her mind, of herself shrieking over Daddy’s lap while he turned her bottom red and told her that good babies drooled around their thumbies. She pushed the memory out of her mind. Jen-Jen didn’t like spankings, but she didn’t get them very much anymore, no more than once a week. She’d learned a lot about being good.

Daddy finished cutting and placed a large slice of cake onto her plate. His arm brushed her chest lightly as he did so, and her nipples hardened at once. It didn’t take much to turn her on these days, not since Daddy took away her orgasms. Sometimes, if she was really good, Daddy would give her a special rub-rub, but never more than that. Even thinking about wanting more made Jen-Jen feel a little naughty. Thinking about Daddy ripping off her diaper and pinning her down on the changing table, unzipping his pants and… She shook her head rapidly from side to side, sending her pigtails flopping about her face. She didn’t do things like that anymore. That was a no-no. Besides, men didn’t want to have grown-up time with girls who made yucky messes in their pants. Daddy said she wasn’t sexy anymore. She was stinky, not sexy, he said. She had to remember that. Stinky not sexy.

Jen-Jen shifted uncomfortably in her poopy pants. They were definitely stinky, and they felt very icky and wet too. She hoped Daddy would change her soon, but she knew better than to ask. Daddy would change her when he decided she was ready, and if that meant spending all day in a horrible dirty diaper then so be it. That was her place. Sometimes during bedtime she had dreams where that wasn’t the case, where she was a big girl again, and sometimes, very occasionally, she wondered if there was some way she could go back to being an adult. This was her third Gotcha day, even though there were only two candles on the cake (Daddy said there would always be just two candles), and that meant friends she couldn’t quite remember the names of would surely be finishing college by now. There was a little part of her that wished she could have joined them, going on to be grown-ups. But it was just a silly fantasy. Jen-Jen knew the truth; she could never leave her Daddy. She imagined herself in a button-up blouse and a pencil skirt, strutting around an office building in high heels, tapping away at a keyboard, excusing herself to the bathroom to slip down a sexy pair of black panties and sit her bottom on the toilet. A squirt of pee-pee made the front of her nappy even more soggy, and Jen-Jen shook her head. That was so silly!

“Are you okay, baby?” Daddy asked, and Jen-Jen realised he must have seen her shaking her head and acting silly. She giggled. She was such a stupid baby. She decided to say as much. Daddy liked it when she did that. “I’m a big dumb-dumb, Daddy!”

Daddy smiled. “That’s right, my darling,” he said. “You’re my little stupid-head, aren’t you?”

“Uh-uh!” Jen-Jen agreed, and she pulled a funny face to prove it.

Daddy laughed and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “Good girl. Now how about we put some nummy cake in your tum-tum, baby girl? Then after cake, I’ll put you down for a little nap so you don’t get tuckered out. Then it’ll be time for a nappy change, and then back to Gotcha day fun with Daddy!”

“Yay!” Jen-Jen squealed, and she was so happy that she bounced up and down in her highchair, the massive load in her pants almost forgotten. She opened her mouth eagerly.

Daddy chuckled, and scooped up some cake so he could slip the first spoonful between his overgrown toddler’s waiting lips.

“Happy Gotcha day, Jen-Jen!”

“I don’t think that’s true, little girl,” said Daddy sternly. “I think you’re telling fibs. But it’s been a while since you last made a whoopsie, so I don’t think you’ll be able to hold it very long in any case.”

Jennie gritted her teeth in anger. It was true. It had been more manageable when she’d been on her back in the crib, but now she was standing the need to relieve herself was growing stronger and stronger with every second.

Daddy took her hand and led her over to the rocking chair. He pulled her into his lap, one around her waist to hold her body close, and turned on the television. “I’ve got something to show you, Jen-Jen,” he said. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

Jennie felt a horrible jolt in her stomach when she saw what was on the screen. Her own face was staring back at her. It was a missing person’s report.

“And the police are once again urging anyone who might know something to come forward,” the newscaster was saying. “The young woman was last seen on the outskirts of Salerno, but there are no further developments as of yet, however we are… hang on a moment, I’m just getting the news that… yes, it seems we have breaking news on this matter!”

Jennie took in a sharp breath. They had breaking news. For a moment she imagined SWAT teams crashing in through the doors, storming the building and taking Daddy away in handcuffs. But instead, a new picture appeared on the screen, and Jennie’s heart dropped into her stomach.

“Our news agency has received this photograph, allegedly from the victim’s kidnapper himself, which seems to show poor Jennifer in some sort of nursery setting, and indeed wearing, uh, what appears to be an adult diaper…”

Jennie couldn’t hear the rest of his words. There was a ringing in her ears. Daddy had sent that picture in, a picture taken two days ago, perhaps before. It showed her, with her face turned slightly so it was in profile, squatting down with her back to the camera, clearly right in the middle of filling her nappy. Her one solace had been that nobody else could witness her humiliations, but now Daddy had taken that away from her.

“Isn’t that funny?” Daddy said happily, bouncing her in his lap. “Now everyone gets to see you for what you really are! And that’s how they’ll all remember you!”

Jennie started to shriek inarticulately and thrash about in his lap, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. This couldn’t be happening! She imagined all her friends seeing that photo, and her parents. Cool, sexy Jennifer reduced to a diaper-dumping rugrat! Then something happened to make things even worse. Her bowels gave in. Even as she writhed and struggled in her kidnapper’s lap, she let out a loud fart and began to poop her pants. “Noooo!” she wailed, unable to tear her eyes away from her own slightly blurry picture on the television as she packed her Pampers, just like her on-screen counterpart was doing.

Daddy started to laugh. “Awww, are you trying to look like you do on the television, baby? Are you making a stinky too? That’s so adorable!”

Jennie burst into tears as she messed her nappy, even while Daddy showered her face with kisses. “There, there, baby,” he murmured mockingly in her ear. “Don’t cry! How about Daddy’s tickles put a smile on that pretty face, hmm?” His fingers jumped to her sides and he began tickling her, turning her sobs into squeals of seeming-delight.

But with both his hands running up and down her waist, she was no longer held in place on his lap. Jennie leapt up and bolted for the door at once. She had to seize any opportunity. If she wasn’t going to be rescued then she had to get away herself. She had to. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this! But she’d hardly gone two steps before she grunted loudly and doubled over, and another rush of poo-poo dropped heavily into the back of her nappy, making it sag almost to her knees. Daddy’s arms wrapped around her middle and dragged her back.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he said. “No running off. I thought we’d gotten over this.”

“No!” Jennie screeched, trying to reach back and beat at him with her hands, and doing her best to ignore the awful mushy feeling in her bulky underwear. “Let me go! I’m an adult! I’M AN ADULT!”

But he just scooped her up like she weighed no more than a doll, and Jennifer gagged as her dirty diaper was pressed firmly against her bottom. Daddy carried her effortlessly over to the changing table in the middle of the room and plonked her down onto it with a squish. “Ewww!” Jennifer cried. She tried to leap off the table to make another run for it, but Daddy just pushed her down onto her back with one hand, and quickly attached her mittens to the changing table’s restraints. Jennie never felt so powerless as when she was strapped down for a nappy change. She tried kicking him, something she hadn’t done in weeks for fear of a spanking, but he simply took both of her ankles in one hand and held them together so that she could do no more than wiggle stupidly on the table.

“Bum-bum up, baby girl,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. He undid the tapes of her diaper deftly with one hand and lowered the front. Jennie screwed her eyes shut so she wouldn’t see what she’d done in her pants, but tears continued to leak down her face. Daddy got to work wiping her messy bottom clean, cooing at her all the while. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gonna make you all clean and dry again, and then we’ll get you a nice, fresh nappy to wear!” Jennie felt her bottom being lifted up once it was clean, and she felt a new diaper replaced the used one. A few seconds later, and Daddy had finished taping it snugly around her waist. “There we go! That’s my pretty baby!” He undid her table restraints and helped her down gently off the table.

Jennie was still sobbing quietly, but the fight had gone out of her for the time being. Was this really what her life was going to be? An endless series of nappy changes and naptimes and messy feedings, having her head fried with inane toddler television shows, being spanked and made to stand in the corner and having her mouth washed out with soap. She was going mad, Jennie knew. Daddy was going to break her little brain.

“That’s my good girl,” said Daddy. “So, here’s what we’re going to do this afternoon, sweetie. I’m going to put on some of your favourite baby songs, and you’re going to dance along to them for me! And remember, Jen-Jen, if you don’t look like you’re having fun then Daddy will spank your little bottom raw!”

She was vaguely aware of motion, a comforting sensation, like she was dozing in the back seat of the car during a long trip at night. Like she was a baby being rocked in her mother’s arms. Sometimes it felt like she was dreaming, at other times like she half-awake, but confused, so confused. Where was she? What was she doing? She couldn’t tell how much time was passing. Three hours? Three days? Three weeks? Then, as though she was waking up from the longest nap of her life, Jennifer became vaguely aware that she was lying on something very soft. There was light behind her closed eyelids. She shifted sleepily, and something crinkled.

Her eyes snapped open at once, as though someone had dumped cold water over her head. Memories flooded back to her. She tried to sit up, but her arms were secured at the wrists with straps that connected her to the bed, and her hands were covered with puffy mittens that locked away both her fingers and her thumbs. She looked about desperately and saw that she was lying in some kind of enormous crib, just like a baby’s. There was even a mobile dangling above her head. In fact, the whole room was decorated like an oversized nursery. Pale morning light from a high window illuminated the pink walls, the stuffed animals sitting on every shelf, the playpen, and the large, well-stocked changing table. There was even a rocking chair in the corner.

Her jaw ached, and Jennifer suddenly realised that she’d been gagged. Something plastic was in her mouth, and her chin was wet with drool. She struggled hard against her restraints, but stopped when she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. That was when she noticed what she was wearing. Above the waist, she was totally nude, and her bare breasts wobbled as she fought against the straps tying her to the bars of the crib. But below the waist, she wore a thick, white, disposable diaper. Its thickness pushed her thighs apart, and it rustled with every movement.

Jennifer felt tears stinging her eyes. She’d been kidnapped by some kind of crazy person! Her first thought was a lunatic old woman, some mad lady who’d lost her little daughter and wanted a replacement. But no, that wasn’t right. She’d been taken by a man. A strong man. Stronger than her at any rate. There’d be no overpowering him. Her best chance to get away was now, before he came to check on her. But her heart sank when she noticed a light shining from a box affixed to the top of her crib. A baby monitor.

There were footsteps in the hallway outside, and Jennifer stared at the door, wide-eyed in panic. He’d heard! A moment later, a man entered the room. He was tall and dark-haired, lean but well-built, older than Jennifer by at least a decade, but handsome nonetheless. He smiled when he saw her, and Jennifer felt a pleasant tingle in her tummy that she hated herself for.

“Hi, sweetie!” he cooed. “Look who’s up! Did you have a good sleep?”

Jennifer let out a fearful moan as he approached her crib and looked down at her over the bars, but he only reached down and undid the strap of her gag. A large pink pacifier popped out of her mouth.

“Please let me go!” she cried at once. “Please! I promise I won’t turn you in!”

He chuckled at that. “I think you’re telling a fib, little one. I think you’d go straight to the police if I let you out and sent you off with a pat on your bottom.” He brushed her hair lightly. “Besides, I’m not going to let go, little missy. You’re far too pretty to be running around on your own!” Jennifer felt another fluttering in her stomach. Get a grip, she told herself. This was no time to be feeling like a lovesick princess. This was no prince charming; this was the monster who’d locked her up in the tower. “Don’t you know how dangerous that it?” the man continued, looking down at her with a mixture of sternness and worry. “I’ve been watching you for a while, going to bars and restaurants all by yourself without any regard for your safety. If I hadn’t taken you, I’m sure some creep would have dragged you into an alleyway and done who-knows-what with you by now! This is for your own good, Jen-Jen.”

Jennifer flushed. She hadn’t been called Jen-Jen since she’d been three years old. The kidnapper had no doubt looked through her bag and found her ID. “You’re crazy!” she said. “And don’t call me that!”

“Don’t call you Jen-Jen?” the man asked, cocking his head and grinning. “But why not? It’s the perfect name for a cute baby girl like you.”

“I’m not a baby!” Jennifer yelled. “You’re out of your mind! I’m a grown fucking woman and you can’t do this to me!”

“Jen-Jen,” the man said warningly, his smile fading so suddenly it made a chill run down Jennifer’s spine. “If you keep saying naughty words, I’m going to put your paci right back between your lips. I may even wash your mouth out with soap before I do it.”

Jennifer whimpered involuntarily. “Please let me go!” she begged again. “At least let me out of this stupid crib! I… I have to pee!” That was true; her bladder was beginning to ache.

The man smiled again. “That’s what your nappy’s for, silly girl! If you need to go pee-pee, just go in your Pampers. The potty is a thing of the past for you now.”

“No!” Jennifer shrieked in disgust.

“Oh? Do you think that’s out of the question? Let me tell you something, sweetie,” the man said, tickling her under the chin. “By the time you’re fully settled in, I’ll have trained you to behave just like a toddler! And that includes using your pants as a potty. You’ll be toddling up to me with your nappy sagging down to your knees, telling me you went wee-wee with a great big grin on your face.”

“That’s not going to happen!” Jennifer yelled.

“Awww, does Daddy have a grumpy baby on his hands?” the man crooned. “A grumpy baby who thinks she’s too big for nappies. But I know what can help… Have you ever met the tickle monster?” His hands leapt to her sides at once, tickling her bare skin and making her shriek with laughter while she squirmed and pulled against her restraints as hard as she could, sending her breasts jiggling about madly on her chest.

You’re not my Daddy, she tried to say. But all she could do was giggle and gasp as he tickled her mercilessly. I’m an adult woman, she wanted to say. I’m not a baby. But the tickling was too much for her bladder, and Jennifer could only sob in between her squeals as a warm rush of pee flooded the thick padding between her legs. “Nooo!” she wailed, as her nappy got soggier and soggier, hating the stupid grin the tickling had forced onto her face, and the way it made her cries sound silly and playful. “No! No! No!” she laughed.

At last his tickling stopped, and his hand probed the now sodden diaper around her crotch. He wore a satisfied smile on his face.

“You can’t do this!” Jennifer cried. She was panting hard and her face was streaked with tears, but she was still fighting desperately against her cuffs. “I have a job! A boyfriend! I have a whole life!”

“Silly baby,” the man chuckled. “You don’t need to have a job. It’s all playtime for you now! And you don’t need a boyfriend either, missy. What you need is a Daddy. Someone to feed you and bathe you and change your stinky diapers. This is your life now, sweetheart.” He reached down and stroked her cheek softly with the back of his fingers. “Back to babyhood for little Jen-Jen! But I can tell you’re still feeling a bit fussy, so I think I’ll let you nap for another hour before letting you up.”