Slowly you open your eyes, still dizzy and half asleep. You try to move, to turn over for another cap of sleep. That is when you notice that you can´t. Still trying to understand, you look at your feet, not yet comprehending what you see. You are bound. And that´s not your room, not even your bed. This is a fucking crib! Where the heck are you? And… what the hell is that bulky thing between your legs?! You try to get up to confirm your suspicion, but are stopped midway. Your upper body won´t move more than an inch. Tight belts resist your attempt and hold you down. Your arms and chest push against the restraints but to no avail. You barely manage to get a better glance at your crotch and shudder as you see what you had feared: You are wearing a diaper! Someone has put you in a diaper! With frightened disbelief you gaze at the cartoon bears printed all over the thick padding between your legs. You press your legs together, but the bulge won´t budge. It feels cold and clammy and barely compresses between your thighs. Then you notice the smell, a lingering whiff of stale urine surrounding you. It can´t be! You are wearing a used diaper! How…? And, why…? Desperately, you try to remember. What had happened last night? Where have you been? Who could have done this? You vaguely remember having gone out to meet some girl you met online. But what the hell…? Fragments of conversations, bits of memory slip through your mind and fade away as you try to recall the last evening. Her voice laughing, her eyes resting upon you, her lips moving, speaking words you don´t recall. Your heart beating, a feeling of heat and nervous extasy. Was she the one who had done this to you? Had she taken you home? And why all this …? How had you ended up this way? Your thoughts are interrupted by the voice of woman – her voice, you realize – chuckling and saying: „I see, the baby is already awake. I really thought the pills would last a little bit longer.“ You hear her steps coming closer to your crib and turn your head to look at her. „You don´t recognize me, do you?“, she says, still chuckling but with a hint of sadness in her voice. As you look at her, you feel something, like a distant memory. Was it possible…? Her face does seem somewhat familiar. Her clear eyes, her soft smile, you have seen this before! A vague picture appears before your inner eye, a girl, young and bright with braided hair. „It´s been a long time, I guess. Sure, we have changed since then. But I must say that I am little bit disappointed.“ Her words trigger a flood of memories. As she speaks on, it all comes back to you. „We had been so close back then. Don´t you remember? I had such a crush on you and was so excited when you finally noticed me. We were still in 8th grade and you were the first boy I was interested in. When we started going out together, I was in heaven. It was perfect - as long as it lasted. And then… you just had to ruin it.“ Her smile is gone now, overtaken by sadness and a hint of barely suppressed anger. These few words are all it took to finally make you understand: It was your fault. You were the reason, why she had contacted you. You were the reason why she was doing this to you. Her secret that you had revealed. The secret she had entrusted you with when she had confessed her love for you. „Look“ you try to say, wanting to tell her how sorry you are, but she intervenes. „Shush, little baby. I know how you feel. You have grown up and regret your mistakes. I get it. But that´s not enough. You don´t know what I have gone through. What pain you have caused me. What misery. In order to forgive you, I need you to understand. This is your penenance.“ You shiver, hearing these words. You understand her line of thinking: Let the punishment fit the crime. When you had been dating her, she had told you her most embarrassing secret, had confided in you, wanting to be completely honest with you. She had told you, that she still needed to wear diapers due to her weak bladder. That was the reason why she had always worn wide dresses to school and why she hadn´t let you get closer than second base. You had been shocked. At first you hadn´t believed her. Then she had shown you, had lifted her dress and had let you see the already wet diaper underneath. Dumbstruck you had stared at her. Then you coudn´t help yourself and had started laughing. You had called her a baby, had mocked her and had made her cry. „Not only a baby, but a crybaby“ you had said to her. Then you had told her, that you didn´t want to date someone who wasn´t even potty trained yet. With this you had left, leaving her behind. The next day you had told all your friends about it. From then on, everyone at school had called her a baby and had laughed at her. Some had even gone so far as to expose her diapers in class for all to see. Just a week later, she was gone. She had left school, moved away, whatever. You hadn´t really cared at that time and had never heard of her again.
„You have betrayed me. I confessed my love to you and you just went and destroyed me. I wanted to kill myself back then, you know? Years of therapy, a new school in another city. That´s what it took to finally help me. But in all these years I could not forgive you. When I saw you in the chatroom the other day, I snapped. You were still the same. Still looking for young girls to seduce. Still the irresponsible boy who could not even care enough for his girlfriend to keep her secret. I just had to let you see, had to make you realize what you had done. Had to make you regret your actions, had to make sure you understand. That´s why I wanted to meet you. When we were at that bar, you didn´t show any signs of recollection, let alone remorse. You were obviously attracted to me, undressing me with your eyes, not knowing who I really was. You were so entranced that you didn´t even notice when I spiked your drink. A few minutes later, you were so groggy that I could take you by the shoulder and guide you to a waiting taxi. We drove here and I brought you to your new home.“ At this, she came closer, face to face with you in the crib. „As you may have noticed, this is not a normal bed or crib. I have prepared it just for you to make sure that you stay nice and secure during the treatment. These bars can only be opened by me and the restraints I put you in will thwart any attempt of escape anyway. As I said, this is your home now… for the next few weeks at least. But by then, I think, we will have reached some form of understanding that might allow us to start over. Until then I have to take some precautions to ensure that you comply.“ Her words confirm your suspicions, causing you to feel a lingering dread in anticipation of what she is about to reveal to you. This and the overwhelming feelings of guilt and shame make you feel sick to your stomach. „I am sure you have already noticed the wet diaper you are wearing. When you were out cold, I had more than enough time to prepare you for your treatment. Before I put that diaper on you, I had to fix you up a little, you see. In order to really make you understand, I had to let you experience how it feels to have a weak bladder and to be dependent on diapers. That´s why I have inserted a foley catheter into your bladder. You are wearing it now underneath that diaper. It´s holding your bladder open and makes you involuntary dribble into your diaper at all times. A few weeks will be more than enough to weaken your bladder sufficiently so that you will need to wear diapers afterwards. In time you might regain some of your continence, but until then you will be stuck with diapers. It´s rather fitting, if you ask me. You who mocked me for my weak bladder, you who called me a baby, you who exposed my bladder problems to the world, you will experience the same. While you are staying here, I will treat you just like the baby that you deserve to be. I will feed you, bath you and change your diapers. Once I am sure that the treatment has achieved long lasting results, I will release you and give you the option to return to your old life. By then you will have no other choice but to keep wearing diapers in your everyday life. You will experience the shame of poeple finding out about your diapers first hand and will have to worry about their reactions. Maybe they will understand, maybe they will shun you like you have shunned me. Time will tell. Either way, this will teach you the gravity of what you have done to me. Once you have gone through this experience, you will understand me. By then I may be able to forgive you, and hopefully you will be able to forgive me for what I did to you. Until then we will have more than enough time to catch up and to get to know each other again.“ With this, she turns around only to return a moment later with a syringe in her hands. „This will make you sleep. I have added a few muscle relaxants for good measure to facilitate the progress of your treatment.“ Carefully she grabs your nearly immobilized arm, prepares a spot with desinfectant and injects you with the cocktail she had prepared for you. „I will give you regular shots of this kind until you have settled in. Once you have gotten used to your situation, that won´t be necessary anymore. Then we can play together and have fun just like one would with a real baby. But now, go back to sleep and let it sink in. We will talk more later.“ With this she leaves whistling the tune of some kind of lullaby, as your vision becomes clouded and you drift of to sleep once again.
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