Expecting - Part 3 (Patreon)

"All right," Shea declared, as soon as she was conscious, and able to move, again. "This has gone far enough!"

Or she tried to say that, at any rate. She managed to mumble out part of the first word or two before realizing there was something jammed between her teeth; as soon as she noticed it, and how it felt as her mouth moved around it, she began to suck on it instead, each word she attempted to get out only making her look like she was enjoying it more.

"Hello, there, sweet girl," Amber cooed, reaching out and stroking the girl's hair. "Looks like you're awake."

Shea tried to demand an explanation for all this, though, of course, she simply wound up sucking on her pacifier even more. It was about then that the smell of the lotion and powder hit her again, accompanied by the warm, bulky feeling of something most definitely not her usual underwear between her legs. It was done... She'd been diapered. She tried to reach down, to rip it off, but her hands refused to respond.

"Now, I know," Amber said, "You're probably mad... That's why I'm not letting you move on your own yet. It's always hard to tell, after the first session, how well the hypnosis has taken hold, and I don't want you to do anything silly, like trying to fight for control. You might hurt yourself, and we don't want that... You need it to really sink in just how helpless you are, first, that you just have to give in and let your subconscious take the wheel... It knows the truth about you."

Amber stood up, walking around Shea and sitting on the couch behind her, where she continued to caress the other woman's hair. Shea tried to turn to look at her, but not even that worked, and when, out of instinct, she tried to ask why, she continued to do the only thing she could - suck on her paci. 

Only after Amber suggested, "Why don't you sit down? It'll be more comfortable," did Shea's body do anything else, repositioning itself, plopping down on the thick padding. Apparently, her body hadn't even considered sitting on the sofa instead, and, considering the warm, slightly damp feeling in the crotch of the diaper, Shea was pretty sure she knew why. Babies like her weren't allowed on the nice furniture... They might leak...

But, no, she wasn't a baby! She could sit wherever she wanted, do whatever she wanted... Just not right now... And she didn't need diapers, even though, somehow, she'd already begun to use hers, without realizing it...

"Just so you know, I didn't lie to you," Amber explained. "I told you I was going to be having a baby... I just didn't say it was going to be you. But you probably wouldn't have come if I'd let you know that, would you?" She chuckled. "I've been thinking about this for a long time... I was always taking care of you in college, looking after you when you'd get too drunk, helping you with your homework, staying up to talk you through your break-ups... I've missed it. Haven't you?"

It was probably a good thing Shea couldn't answer, since she wasn't sure what she would've said. A straight up 'no' would have been a lie, if she was being honest with herself, though a 'yes' would make it seem like she was okay with what Amber was doing to her now, like she'd actually been the one to want this...

"So, when I decided it was time to be a Mommy, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Raising an actual child would be fun, too, and maybe one day I'll do that... I didn't feel like I'd be ready to take on that, however, until I'd finished what I started with you, and re-raised you into someone who can take care of herself. I have no idea how long that will take, but don't you worry, baby - I'm in it for the long haul."

This time, Shea was less happy about her inability to speak; she wanted to point out that she'd been living on her own, after college, for a couple years now, and while she always seemed to be worried about making her rent on time each month, she wasn't doing that badly. Whenever she'd write to Amber, it was usually to complain, but that was only because that's what she was used to doing with her... Amber had always been there for her, no matter how small or stupid her problems were.

"And just look at you!" Amber smiled. "You're already giving in... Your body knows this is for the best. You're already sucking away on your paci, using your diapies, playing with your toys... I didn't even have to tell you to do that! I bet it'll only take another session or two before you can go from being my baby doll to my real baby..."

Shea had no idea what Amber was talking about at first. As far as she'd consciously known, she was just sitting there... As soon as Amber mentioned playing, however, Shea began to notice the feeling of something in her hands, and realized they were moving on their own. She couldn't even make herself flance down to see what they had, though it felt chunky and plastic, like a baby toy...

She whimpered, capable of at least doing that, if nothing else. She was a prisoner in her own body, as it became more and more infantile, slowly leaving her trapped, totally at the mercy of herself, forced to do whatever her subconscious thought a baby would do, despite her actual mind knowing better.. Amber was going to turn her into an oversized toddler...  And, judging by the wet spot in her diaper, which felt even bigger than before, it was probably already too late to do anything about it.