Not Another Teen Diaper Story

							Not Another Teen Diaper Story

By Angelwriter

Katie Cooper was the cutest senior at Millard Filmore High School. She was tall and
slender, standing at 5 feet, 8 inches and weighing just 120 pounds, with an ample amount
of that weight comprising her chest area.

“More bounce to the ounce,” she liked to say. “I like rhyming. Bouncie. Ouncie.
Bouncie. Ouncie....”

At age 18, she was the oldest student in her class, having missed the state’s registration
cut-off date for kindergarten by just one day when she was just 5. But Katie didn’t mind.
In fact, she rather enjoyed being older than most of the “babies” in her class.

“Just think,” she often thought to herself. “If anyone ever wrote a story about me
involving an unusual sexual fetish, no one could accuse him (or her) of being a
pedophile!”

But she knew with the vast age difference between her and the rest of her classmates (her
best friend, Megan, also 18, was nearly a full day younger than her!) brought great
responsibilities. This is why, when her mother left town for the weekend on random
business for her unnamed company that sent her out of town on business many weekends,
Katie felt obligated to throw a party for the entire school at her house.

It was even cooler than she imagined it would be. Megan’s sister, Kayla, was home on
Spring Break, and she had brought some of her sorority sisters to party for the weekend.
Fortunately for Katie, hers was the only party going on in the tri-county area that
weekend, so the coeds decided to hang out at her house because, hey, at least the beer
was free.

By the end of the party, Katie and Kayla were the best of friends. That is, until Katie
puked on Kayla’s shoes and then passed out. Kayla was fuming.

“That little bitch!” she said. “These shoes cost $7.99 at Wal-Mart!”

That’s when one of Kayla’s sorority sisters noticed that Katie was quickly losing her
beer.

“Look!” the unnamed sister said. “She’s wetting her jeans just like a little baby!”

“Um, Unnamed Sorority Sister,” another unnamed sister said, “Babies don’t wear jeans.”

“Whatever,” Kayla said. “Let’s get her into bed and teach her a little lesson about
learning better control over her body fluids.”

“I have some emergency initiation stuff in the car,” the first unnamed sister said. “I’ll go
get it.”

***

Katie slept straight through the night, not even hearing her mother come in the house the
next morning. Her mother knocked on Katie’s bedroom door and let herself in.

“Katie, are you still asleep?” she said. “The house is a mess! What happened while I
was gone?”
Katie’s head felt like it contained a balloon trying to inflate beyond her skull. Still, she
tried to act natural.

“Oh, um, I had a little party. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind, Sweetie. I know you have to let a little steam off every once in
awhile. I’ll just go downstairs and clean things up while you finish waking up.”

Just then, Katie became aware of the cold dampness nestled against her neither regions.
It felt like her crotch was covered with sponges and plastic bags. Her mother noticed the
look on her face.

“Is something wrong, Katie?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Katie said. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Something is going on that you’re not telling me, young lady!”

Katie’s mother walked over to her bed and snatched the covers off her. Katie looked
down and realized she was wearing a diaper. A very used diaper. She was speechless.

“Just what is the meaning of this?” Katie’s mom said.

“I-- I don’t know. The last thing I remember, Megan was leaving with several members
of the football team, and I was trying to give her back her pants....”

“I’ve heard enough! I’m perfectly fine with you trashing my house and betraying my
trust while I’m away on random business for my unnamed company, serving alcohol to
dozens of under-aged minors, letting them drive home under the influence and then
expecting me to clean the whole house by myself, but no daughter of mine is going to
wear diapers! If you want to be treated like a baby, I’ll treat you like a baby! I’ll be right
back!”

“But Mom!” Katie yelled after her mother. “I don’t want to be treated like a baby!”

She knew this had been Kayla’s doing, but she had no way to prove it. If only she could
have understood the Greek letters on the diaper’s bottom: IDW, the mark of the Ima
Diapa Weara sisterhood. Katie’s mother returned with a bottle of baby powder, a bottle
of baby lotion and a small white diaper.

“Where did you get those things?” Katie asked.

“Aunt Martha left them here last time she brought little Kelly,” her mother said.

“Didn’t she realize she left all her 1-year-old daughter’s diapering supplies behind when
she left?”

“I think the answer to that is pretty obvious.”

“And you knew exactly where they were?”

“There isn’t much I don’t know about what goes on in this house,” Katie’s mother said.
“Speaking of which, I’m going to wait another minute and 58 seconds before I change
you.”
“Why in one minute and 58 seconds?”

“You’ll see.”

Exactly one minute and 32 seconds later, Katie felt pressure beginning to build in her
bowels. Twenty-six seconds later, she could no longer hold that pressure back.
Horrified, Katie couldn’t look her mother in the face.

“How did you know?” she asked, looking down at the front of what she suspected was a
very heavy diaper.

“When you were a baby, you always waited exactly five minutes from the time you went
pee pee to the time you went poo poo. I started counting down as soon as I saw the
diaper.”

“Wait. What kind of sense does that make? I mean, I’ve been going to the bathroom on
my own for HOW many years now? Why would I immediately revert back to my actions
as a 2-year-old just because I woke up in diapers? And why would you start counting as
soon as you saw the diaper? What makes you think I was peeing myself when you pulled
down the covers?”

“Um... mother’s intuition? Now, be a good girl and let Mommy change you.”

“Um, hello? I’m not a baby. I can get up and walk to the bathroom,” Katie said,
standing up. The diaper felt like it was sagging to her ankles. She held on to it and took
a few steps.

“But I’m in charge, so you’ll do as I say,” her mother said.

“Oh,” Katie said. “OK.”

“Now, lie down on the floor.”

Katie’s mother lifted her daughter’s legs and slid several sheets of newspaper beneath her
butt to protect the floor from what was certain to be a huge mess once the disposable
protection covering Katie’s most private areas was removed. After cleaning her up and
applying larger amounts of powder and lotion than necessary for a dozen diaper changes,
Katie’s mother slid the new diaper beneath Katie.

“Mom, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What’s that, Dear?”

“Well, I know you’re treating me like a baby right now, but physically, I’m still 18, so
how is a 1-year-old’s diaper supposed to fit me?”

“You’re small for your age.”

“As small as a 1-year-old?”

“Dear, do Mommy a favor and shut up.”

Once Katie’s mother taped the diaper to Katie’s skin, she helped her daughter to her feet.
“Hmm....” she said. “This is the only one we have. If we’re going to keep on treating
you like a baby, we need to go to the store.” She took Katie by the hand.
“Mom, I can’t go out like this,” Katie said, wearing just the years-too-small diaper and a
cups-too-small pink T-shirt. “There are decency laws.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetie. You’re a baby now, and there are no decency laws for
babies.”

***

As Katie’s mother helped her daughter out of the car in the Wal-Mart parking lot, a
security guard came running over.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked the pair. “Don’t you know there are
decency laws?”

“My daughter is being punished for wearing diapers,” Katie’s mother said,
matter-of-factly. “She wants to be a baby, so I’m treating her like a baby. Say ‘Hi’ to the
nice man, Katie.”

“Hi,” Katie mumbled, turning her red face away while using her hands to conceal the
pubic hair and butt crack staring out over respective ends of the diaper.

“Oh, I understand,” the guard said. “In that case, please carry on, and thank you for
shopping at Wal-Mart.”

Katie’s mother led her up and down every aisle of the store before returning to the
incontinent aid section, making sure every customer and employee saw her pride and joy.
She asked a stock woman in the Depends aisle which diapers she would recommend for
an 18-year-old baby. The stock woman informed her there was no such thing as an
18-year-old baby because humans could be classified as babies only until they were about
3-years-old.

Thinking for a second, Katie’s mother told the stock woman Katie was only 3-years-old,
but had an overactive pituitary gland. The stocker smiled, nodded and said she
understood. She helped Katie’s mother shop for Wal-Mart-brand adult diapers in Katie’s
size, as well as Wal-Mart baby lotion, oil, powder, bottles, pacifiers and a changing mat.

Noticing a small dribble down Katie’s right leg, the stock woman told Katie’s mother
there was a baby-changing area in the employee rest room she could use. Katie objected.

“This is so unfair!” she said. “I didn’t even pee myself!”

“Then explain that trickle running down your leg!” her mother demanded.

“It’s not pee!” Katie said. “We passed the magazines three times, and Freddie Prinze Jr.
is on the cover of “Teen Beat,” “YM,” “16” and “Seventeen”! He’s SOOOOOO sexy!
This stupid baby diaper can’t even handle that!”

Katie’s mother smiled. “Aw, it looks like my little Katie Baby is growing up! Let’s get
you into something that will keep you from embarrassing yourself every time you start
thinking about kissy kissy!”

Katie was amazed the changing board in the employee rest room supported her weight,
let alone her height! However, she had to admit she felt more comfortable in the her-size
diaper than in the Kelly-sized one. Her mother led her around the store one more time
before paying for her supplies.
Once in the car, Katie’s mother took one of the pacifiers out of the bag and shoved it into
Katie’s mouth.

“Now, don’t take this out or Mommy will have to give you a spanking,” she said.

“OK,” Katie said.

“What did I just tell you?”

“Not to take the pacifier out.”

“Then why are you talking?”

“Duh! Mom, I can talk with a pacifier in my mouth!”

“Oh. Then just shut up until we get home. I have to start writing instructions for your
teachers and principal.”

“What?” Katie said. “I have to wear these to school, too?”

“Of course, silly baby! What happens if you have an accident there?”

“I haven’t had an accident at school since kindergarten!”

“Well, things could change. Besides, what happens if you start thinking about Freddie
Prinze Jr. at school?”

A red-faced Katie knew she had lost. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, dreaming about
the man destined to make her Katie Prinze Jr.

***

“Mr. Klotz will see you now,” the receptionist told Katie’s mother. She and her daughter
walked into the office marked, “Principal.”

“Well, good morning, Mrs. Cooper,” Mr. Klotz said. “And how are we doing with our
little disciplinary problem today?”

“How did you know we were having a disciplinary problem?” Katie’s mother asked.
Katie immediately looked down at her crotch, wondering whether the diapers were more
noticeable under her pants than she had thought.

“Don’t you remember me?,” Mr. Klotz said. “I moonlight on the weekends as a security
guard at Wal-Mart.”

“Oh, of course!” Katie’s mother said.

“Good,” thought Katie. “The fewer people who know about this, the better.”

“I have a list of rules I would like the school to follow in its treatment of Katie for the
next two months until graduation,” Katie’s mother said, handing Mr. Klotz a list of
instructions.

“These seem reasonable,” Mr. Klotz said, glancing over the note. “I’ll have our nurse
call Katie down to her office every hour for the next two months to check and see if she
needs her diaper changed. We’ll pay overtime if we have to. After all, Mrs. Cooper, you
are a taxpayer, and we in the public school system are here to do your bidding.”

“Thank you,” Katie’s mother said, standing to leave. “Now, Katie, you be a good little
girl today, OK?”

“OK,” Katie mumbled. Mr. Klotz dismissed her to homeroom.

After the first few calls to the nurse’s office, some students started wondering what was
wrong with Katie. At first, she was afraid they would discover her secret. Fortunately,
she was able to make up something less humiliating.

“I have crabs, and the nurse has to apply an ointment once an hour for the next two
months or they’ll multiply,” she told a group of her closest friends at lunch. “I would do
it myself, but they’re in a place I can’t reach,” she said.

Her secret was safe. That is, until cheerleading practice.

Katie tried to wait until all the other girls were out of the locker room before changing.
When she was sure the last girl had left, she slipped out of her shirt and jeans. But before
she could pull up her cheerleading skirt, Samantha walked in.

“Katie, Coach Harris is waiting for--oh goshie!”

“Go away!” Katie said, bordering on tears as she pulled up her skirt.

Samantha had always been a shy, quiet girl. She didn’t really seem like the cheerleader
type at all, but when half the squad was never heard from again after taking what was
supposed to have been a bonding-experience camping trip in the deep woods the year
before, Coach Harris had little choice but to accept the 5-foot, 100-pound blond girl with
the high, squeaky voice. The other cheerleaders considered her a scab, but Samantha
knew she had what it took to help cheer the Filmore Falcons to victory.

“I know you’ve always been mean to me, but I see you have a problem, and I have
something I want to share with you,” Samantha said, pulling up her skirt.

“Why do your panties have snaps in the crotch?” Katie said.

“They aren’t panties,” Samantha said, pulling off her top. It’s a onesie. Do you want to
see what’s underneath?”

Katie’s hands trembled as she reached for the snaps. For all she knew, Samantha was
really a man. Come to think of it, she had always been kind of attracted to Samantha.
She started to feel like she was in the Wal-Mart magazine aisle all over again.

“Surprise!” Samantha said as Katie unsnapped the last snap. “I wear diapers, too! I have
a mental condition that makes me unpottytrainable! My psychologist says it has
something to do with the fact that my daddy was a zookeeper, and he was killed when an
elephant did poopie on top of him, but I’m not an elephant, so I don’t know why that
matters. I could only accidentally poopie on really small people or dogs, but I would try
really, really hard not to, even if I was potty trained. Besides, I make little poopie, not
elephant poopie. Elephant poopie is big. Do you want me to see if Coach Harris has a
onesie you can use? There should be one in your size over there in the closet marked
‘Onesies for Cheerleaders in Diapers.’ ”

Katie was still a bit stunned by this revelation. She nodded.
“Yay!” Samantha said. “We’re going to be diaper buddies!”

***

After practice, Katie and Samantha decided to go to the mall. Katie had been doing well
controlling her bladder all day, but all that jumping around made it hard. On the way to
the mall, a few small trickles told her she wouldn’t hold out much longer. The walk
through the parking lot to the front doors became wetter with every step.

“Um, Samantha, I think I need a change,” she said, once inside.

“Really?” Samantha said. “Me, too! Isn’t that wild!”

They made their way to the rest rooms in the food court.

“Hey, Katie, have you changed your own diaper yet?” Samantha asked inside the
bathroom.

“No,” Katie said. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Do you want me to change you? Then you can change me.”

Removing a wet and likely poopy diaper from an 18-year-old girl she hadn’t really
known that well until a couple hours before and wiping her private area seemed like a
better idea to Katie than trying to change her own diaper, so she agreed. Fortunately, no
one walked in while they were naked from the waist down on the floor.

Secretly nestled in fresh diapers, the new friends walked through the mall, talking about
cheerleading, boys and whatever struck their respective fancies. As Samantha stopped by
CVS to check out the week’s sale prices on incontinent aids, Katie saw a store she had
never noticed before in the mall. “We Sell Spells,” read the store’s name. But hadn’t
that been just a wall a few moments ago?

“Oh no, Katie,” the spooky clerk said. “We opened last week.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Katie said, jumping as he walked up behind
her. “And how did you know my name?”

“You move your lips when you think,” the clerk said. “And your name is right there on
your school jacket, silly. What can I do for you today?”

Katie thought for a second. Her mind lingered on revenge. “I want to buy a spell that
will make my mother wear diapers,” she said.

“That’s a rather odd request,” the clerk said, “but who am I to argue with a paying
customer. Er, you ARE a paying customer, aren’t you?”

“Do you take MasterCard?”

“I’ll need two forms of ID. Let me see what I’ve got.”

The clerk returned from the back of the store with something shiny in his hand.

“This is a magic coin,” he said, rubbing his thumb over its ancient-looking markings. “It
will grant you and only you three wishes. Just hold the coin in your left hand and wish.
It will come true. But be very careful what you wish for. Some spells may be
irreversible.”

“I know exactly what I want,” Katie said, snatching the coin. “I wish my mother had to
wear diapers just like me.”

The coin glowed for a second in Katie’s left hand.

“Your wish has been granted,” he said. “Please sign the white copy and keep the yellow
copy for your records. Can I interest you in some rubber doggie doo? How about a fly in
a plastic ice cube?”

“No thanks,” Katie said, grinning. “I need to get home.”

***

Samantha dropped Katie off at her house, promising to meet up with her before
homeroom the next morning.

“Mom, I’m home!” Katie yelled upon entering the house. She received no answer.
“Mom?”

Just then, she heard a baby’s cry. Walking into the living room, she saw what she
estimated to be a 1-year-old lying on the couch, crying. “Oh, my God!” she said. “Mom,
is that you?”

She picked up the baby, rocking it in her arms to help quiet it. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m
sorry,” she said. “I’ll change you back, I promise.”

Reaching into her left pocket, she clasped the coin. “I wish Mom was back to normal.”
She stared at the baby, but nothing happened. “Maybe it has a delayed effect,” she
thought. “Or maybe.... Oh no! Is this what the clerk meant when he said some spells
were irreversible?” She picked up the baby and held it on her lap. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll
raise you to be a big, strong woman again, I promise. I’ll take care of you for as long as I
have to.”

“Katie, is that you?” her mother’s voice called from upstairs. Katie saw her mother
appear down the steps. “Hey, Sweetie,” her mother said. “Thanks for calming down
Kelly. I’m watching her for Aunt Martha tonight.”

“Mom, are you OK?” Katie said.

“Of course. Why do you ask? Actually, there is one thing. I don’t really feel funny, but
while I was putting Kelly down for a nap, I had a little accident. It’s like my bladder just
gave way. It feels fine, and I’m sure it won’t happen again, but I was upstairs changing
my clothes, and I borrowed one of your new diapers just in case. I hope you don’t mind.
Is there something wrong, Katie? You look perplexed.”

Katie looked at the baby in her lap and then at her mother.

“It’s nothing, Mom. I’m just a little tired from practice, that’s all.”

“Good,” Katie’s mother said. “Actually, I was just about to--oh, Katie! I hope your
diapers work better than Kelly’s!”

Katie looked down to see a small wet spot growing on Kelly’s onesie and spreading onto
Katie’s lap.
“It’s OK, Mom,” Katie said. “If you’ll change Kelly, I’ll change my jeans. Better her
than me!”

Katie’s mother took Kelly into the other room while Katie removed her own pants. She
was on her way to the stairs to go up to her room for a new pair when the front door flew
open.

“Coopers! I’m here!” Megan said, standing on the doorstep. “Hey, Katie, I stopped by to
borrow your geometry--Katie!”

Katie stood in front of her best friend wearing nothing from the waist down but a
disposable diaper.

“Oh, Megan,” Katie’s mother said, walking in with Kelly. “I see Katie told you about her
new dress code.”

“Dress code?” Megan said, unable to remove her eyes from the diaper. Katie had
nowhere to hide.

“Katie, you didn’t tell your best friend?” Katie’s mother said, not waiting for an answer.
“Katie had a hard time remembering how to be a big girl last weekend, so we’re trying to
teach her the difference between being a young adult and being a baby by putting her
back in diapers for awhile, aren’t we, Kelly?”

Kelly smiled and gurgled.

“I think she’s the cutest thing ever!” Megan said.

Katie’s mother smiled. “So do I, Megan! You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,
but I have to get this little monster home,” she said, bouncing Kelly on her hip.

“Are you sure you want to leave little Katie here without a sitter?” Megan said.

Katie did not like where this was going.

“Hmmm.... You know, you have a point, Megan,” Katie’s mother said. “What could be
the harm in leaving you here in charge over my own older and obviously more mature
daughter? How would you like to watch this other little monster while I’m gone? Help
yourself to anything in the fridge.”

“It’s a deal!” Megan said.

“OK, then,” Katie’s mother said. “I’ll be back in about a half hour. Have fun, you too!”

“Oh, baby Katie,” Megan said as she heard Katie’s mother’s car pull out of the driveway.
“Are we going to have fun!”

***

Katie opened her eyes. The room was dark and fuzzy. Things started coming back to
her. Megan had stayed in the hallway while she went to her room and put on a new pair
of pants. When she came out and tried to go back downstairs, she tripped. No... she was
pushed! Her body began to remember each bump down the staircase when the lights
flashed on.
“Having fun with ourselves in the dark, baby?” Megan said, standing next to the light
switch.

Katie didn’t have to look down to realize the position she was in: handcuffed to her own
bed wearing nothing but a wet diaper.

“Oh, my mistake,” Megan continued. “You can’t have fun with yourself all cuffed up
like that, can you? And even if you could, you have all that extra padding to go through
now. Say ‘Cheese.’ “ Megan held up a camera and snapped a Polaroid of Katie.

“What are you doing?” Katie said.

Megan flashed the camera again. “I’m going to take these pictures and show them to all
the guys at school, then I’m going to post them on the Internet,” she said. “No guy will
ever want to date a teenage girl who wear diapers, let alone pees in them!”

“You bitch!”

“Temper, temper, little one. Now, be a good girl and I MIGHT let you go when I’m done
so you can change out of that nasty nappy. Or maybe I’ll just leave you here until--”

“Megan!” Katie’s mother said, standing at the bedroom door.

“Oh, Mrs. Cooper,” Megan said. “I didn’t hear you come home. We were just... playing
a little game. I think Katie got too into it, though, because she didn’t even know she had
to pee. I’ll leave the room so you can change her.”

“I’ve been here long enough to see what’s going on,” Katie’s mother said. “We’re
calling your mother.”

Not Another Teen Diaper Story - Part 2

By Angelwriter

“Yes, Mrs. Hampstead, I think under the circumstances, that would be the best possible
thing to do. We’ll work out further details later. Good-bye, now.”

Megan sat at the kitchen table, unable to look either Katie or her mother in the eye.

“Megan,” Katie’s mother said. “Your mother and I both agree what you did was wrong.
Pushing Katie down the stairs was a dangerous thing, but I understand you’re young and
impressionable. However, going into my room and finding those handcuffs under my
bed was unforgivable.”

“Um, those were my handcuffs, Mrs. Cooper. I carry them in my purse.”

“What? Er, nonetheless, what you did was wrong, and you must be punished. Your
mother and I agree the fairest punishment would be for you to see what Katie has to go
through on a daily basis now that she’s back in diapers. You’re spending the night with
us tonight, and your mother will take care of business starting tomorrow after school.
But right now, I suggest you strip for me, young lady.”

“I don’t have to do anything!” Megan said. “You’re not the boss of me!”

“Well, then maybe we’ll just have to call your mother and get her to come over here--”
“No, I’ll be good! I’ll be a good little Meggie!”

The idea of her best friend and her best friend’s mother seeing her lying on the floor
naked was bad enough, but Megan couldn’t stand the thought of her mother seeing her in
diapers.

That night, lying diapered in bed next to the equally diapered Katie, Megan apologized
for her actions.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you tonight,” Megan said. “I was just jealous of all the
attention your mother always gives you. I guess I just wanted some attention, too.”

“Oh, Megan,” Katie said. “You know I’ll always give you all the attention you want.
How could I ever stay mad at you?”

They fondled each other’s diapers as they shared a deep, just-friends kiss.

“You know, we don’t have to stand for this,” Megan said. “We should run away.”

“Yeah!” Katie said. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that!”

They quickly dressed themselves, taking with them only a few spare diapers and the
hopes and dreams that someday they would shine on Broadway. They were quiet as they
sneaked out the front door, and then they were off. They hatched out a plan: They would
hide in the woods for a few days and then catch a bus to New York. Once there, Katie
would become a daycare provider, while Megan would be the real bread-winner, serving
as a drug mule by day and a prostitute by night.

As they approached the woods, they spied a large, dirty, dented white van along the
roadside. Thinking it was an abandoned vehicle, they trudged past. They were wrong.
Megan fled the area, but Katie wasn’t so lucky. Two men jumped out of the van and
grabbed her, pulling her in as the driver, a woman, sped off.

“Who are you?” Katie asked as she found herself being handcuffed to an inanimate
object for the second time that night.

“It doesn’t matter who we are,” one of the men said. “Now shut up!”

Fearing for her life, Katie did as she was told. There were no windows, and the front of
the vehicle was blocked from the back with a dark curtain. After what Katie estimated to
be about two hours, the van stopped, and the doors opened.

“Take her inside and get those panties off of her, boys,” the driver said. “I want her
powdered, oiled and diapered like all those other little floozies!”

“What are you talking about?” Katie said, fruitlessly struggling to break free of the
handcuffs.

“Why, my dear, are you so surprised?” the woman said. “Don’t you remember me?”

For the first time, Katie got a good look at the driver. “Miss Hennings!”

“Yes, that’s right! You know who I am! Some of the others weren’t so smart.”

“Others?”
“Dear, are you so stupid that you don’t realize what happened to your friends, the
cheerleaders camping in the woods last year? I abducted them! And now I’m going to
add you to my collection!”

“Collection? What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to keep you here and hold you for ransom.”

“But why?”

“Don’t you understand? I was the assistant cheerleading coach at Filmore High School!
I was supposed to be coach! I could have led you sniveling brats to victory, but no! They
hired that out-of-state cheering bitch Coach Harris, and she demanded so much that they
didn’t have room in the budget for an assistant. I was so close! Now I’ll have my
revenge on all of you! Take her away!”

The goons obeyed, taking Katie into a darkened room. As they flicked on the lights,
Katie saw what reminded her of a nursery. But something was wrong. All the furniture
was big. Big enough for her to use! Miss Hennings entered.

“Getting the picture now, Cheer Girl? Right now, my henchmen are preparing to call
your mother, demanding $10 million for your safe return. If we don’t get it from her in
two weeks, we’ll brainwash you into an infant state and sell you to millionaires who will
re-raise you as their own daughter. You won’t remember your family or anything about
your past. You’ll remain in diapers for the rest of your life, and you will be loyal and
obedient to your new parents.”

“But--”

“Silence! Diaper the new girl!”

One of the goons held Katie firm on a changing table as the other stripped her of her
clothes. First her shoes and socks, then her shirt, then her bra and finally, her jeans....

“Miss Hennings! Miss Hennings!”

“What is it, you overgrown baboon?”

“Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? Are we out of lotion?”

“No, Miss Hennings. It’s this broad. She’s already been diapered!”

“What? Let me see!”

Miss Hennings squeezed Katie’s crotch, then ran her fingernails up and down between
the leg bands and Katie’s skin. “Why are you wearing this diaper, my child?”

“My mother is punishing me,” Katie said. “I was a bad girl, and I know that now. I
deserve this.”

Miss Hennings snapped the waist on the diaper. “Take her away! No one is going to pay
ransom to keep their daughter out of diapers if they punish her by putting her in diapers!
I’m wasting my time with you!”
One of the goons forced a liquid into Katie’s mouth. Moments later, she felt wetness
spread throughout her diaper as she drifted off to a happy sleep.

***

When Katie awoke, she found herself lying on the side of the road near the woods, where
she remembered the van being parked. She wobbily sat up, noticing her diaper was very
sodden. It was the only thing she was wearing besides her bra, which one of the goons
had obviously mercifully placed back on her. She started to cry, but decided that would
do no good. Her diaper sagged as she struggled to her feet, but it remained on her hips,
and that was good enough for now.

Katie was too tired to walk all the way back home. That’s when she remembered the
house of one of her baby-sitting clients was just a quarter-mile up the road. If they saw
her dressed like this, they would never allow her to baby-sit their child again. But she
didn’t care. She wanted--needed-- to call her mommy. Her mommy could make her safe
and warm again. Why hadn’t she just been a good little girl? That’s all her mommy had
asked of her.

Katie swore if she ever made it home, she would be a good little girl for the rest of her
life. She would let her mommy change her diapers. She would not talk when her
mommy put her paci in her mouth. She would wear her onesie at cheerleading practice,
and she would not embarrass her mommy in Wal-Mart by thinking about Freddie Prinze
Jr.

She knocked on the door of the Wilson house, hoping someone would be home. She had
even contemplated breaking in and using their telephone if no one answered the door,
one last act from the old, bad-girl Katie. But someone did answer. Someone Katie did
not recognize.

The woman looked to be in her early 20s. Her boobs were bigger than Katie’s! And they
weren’t covered very well, either. In fact, all this woman’s clothing looked too small.
But Katie was in no position to argue.

“Hi, my name’s Katie, and I know I look really strange right now, but I really need to use
the phone. I know the Wilsons. I baby-sit for their daughter, Christy.”

The woman smiled. “I know who you are, Katie. Aren’t you cute all dressed up like
that?”

Katie didn’t understand.

“How do you know me?”

“You used to baby-sit me, silly,” the woman said. “You just said so. You can call me
‘Christy.’ “

Katie was still trying to make sense of the situation when the woman grabbed her.
Weakened from her earlier adventures, Katie was in no condition to fight back. The
woman threw her onto a platform and lowered a glass cylinder around her.

“What are you doing?” Katie said, feebly banging on the glass. “Who are you?”

“I told you, I’m Christy,” the woman said. “Would you like me to go get my mommy
and daddy?”
The woman left the room, returning with two strollers, each containing a crying infant.
“Mommy and Daddy, you remember Katie, don’t you?” she said.

“What is this?” Katie said.

“Dad, do you want to tell her? Oh, right. You’re a little too young to talk right now.
You see, Daddy invented this real neat machine that can control how old or young people
are. Very top secret. He was supposed to demonstrate it for the Army tomorrow, but last
night, I snuck into his workshop and started messing with it. I wanted to be big! Daddy
ran in and yelled at me, but I accidentally put the big glass over him and pressed some
buttons. He got little. Then I pressed some more buttons and figured out how to make
me big. I made Mommy little, too, because she was gonna call the police.” She took one
of the infants out of the stroller and blew raspberries on her tummy. “Not gonna call the
police now, are you Mommy? Not gonna call nobody!”

The infant laughed.

“But if all this is really true, why me?” Katie said. “Honest, I just want to use your
phone. I won’t tell anybody.”

“Well, after I got big, I started thinking about all the mean things people did to me, and
now I’m going to make them all little so I can do mean things to them!”

“What did I ever do to you?”

“You made me go to bed at 11 when I was 6!”

“Christy! That was three years ago! And that was three hours later than your parents
said you could go to bed! I let you stay up late!”

“Not late enough! And now I get to decide what time you go to bed because little babies
can’t think about that kinda stuff for themselves!”

Christy pressed some buttons, and Katie felt herself begin to shrink. It didn’t take much
for her sagging diaper to slide off. Her breasts began to shrink. Her beautiful, beautiful
boobs! She felt something hit her foot and clink on the floor. Within minutes, her pubic
hair started to disappear. She was getting chubbier. Her adult teeth were regressing into
her mouth.

“Don’t make me eat bwoccowi!” she screamed. “Pwease no bwoccowi!”

She guessed she was about a year-and-a-half-old when she finally lost her balance. Her
butt hit the floor with a thud. That’s when she saw it: the coin! It must have fallen out
of her pocket and into her bra when the goons were undressing her! She tried to
remember. She needed to hold it in her left hand and wish. But which one was left? She
placed a hand on the coin and made a wish. Nothing.

With her last remnant of coordination, she switched hands. It was very difficult to think,
but she slowly got the words out:

“Whiss... none... ob... dis... eber... happen!”

The coin glowed. Katie could feel her self growing again, little by little, until everything
blacked out. Her last thought was, “Boobs! I have boobs again!”

***
Katie sprang up in her bed. She looked around in the darkness and fumbled for the light.

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” the man lying next to her said groggily, shielding his eyes
from the light.

“Nothing,” she said. “I just had a dream.” She slipped a finger into her diaper. “And an
accident.”

“Honey, do you need a change?” the man said.

“Yeah. Yes, I could use a change. Wow, that was weird.”

“Tell me about it while I go get a fresh diaper.”

“Well, I was a teenager again.”

“That doesn’t sound so weird. I seem to remember you were a very cute teenager.”

“But I was a teenager in a place called Earth, and everything was backwards. Inhabitants
were born with no bladder or bowel control. They had to earn it as they grew, and after a
certain age, being placed in diapers was considered a shameful punishment.”

“OK, Sweetie. It’s OK. Just settle down. It was just a dream. Help me lift.”

Katie lifted her butt in the air, allowing the man to remove the wet diaper.

“So you’re telling me that in this place you were dreaming about, diapers weren’t a way
of life, but a punishment?” he said. “Sometimes I don’t know where you get these
strange ideas. Everyone knows that you’re born with control over all of your bodily
functions and lose bladder and bowel control when you’re about 5-yeras-old. Everyone
but my wife, anyway. It’s a fact of life! You yourself haven’t had control for nearly 20
years. I don’t even know how you remember it to dream about it.”

He finished taping on the new diaper, leaving the room to throw the old one away. “You
know what? I’m a little wet, too. Why don’t you change me, too, as long as we’re up?”

“Earth,” Katie said as she switched places with her husband. “I wonder if such a place
really exists.”

“Nah,” her husband said. “It’s all in your head.”


The moral of this story: If you know a girl named Katie, beware. You’re probably just a
figment of her imagination.