The Gift (Patreon)

 Here's this month's Community Caption. I suspect the original request meant for the doll to be more of baby doll than a stuffed animal, but it's strangely difficult to find AB/DL pics of girls playing with those kinds of dolls, so hopefully this will work, too. Pictures property of ABDreams!  

"Huh," Amanda frowned, looking into the box she'd just opened. It certainly wasn't what she'd imagined... Not that she'd really known what to expect in the first place. Of all the things for someone to send to a successful lawyer like her, however, a teddy bear was one of the last options she would have considered.

She tried to think back to her recent cases, trying to think if any of her clients had children, who might have wanted to thank her for getting their Mommy or Daddy off; that would make sense, she supposed. She looked at the label again, but it had been printed, giving her no hints from handwriting, with no return address whatsoever. She shrugged, glancing back down at the bear. It was cute, really, and she felt bad simply leaving it there in the box.

"What am I going to do with you?" she mused out loud, staring into its beady, black eyes. "I haven't kept stuffed animals since I was in high school."

No matter who had sent it to her, it wasn't right to just throw it away... So immature a gift had to have come from a kid, she was convinced. Giving it away felt wrong, too, at least until she could figure out who the sender was. Taking it to her bedroom, however, it was absurdly out of place among her clean, elegant, expertly arranged decor, somehow, on its own, making it look like a child's room, whether she placed it on her bedside table, or the bed itself.

After a minute or two of deliberation, she opened up her closet, ready to put it onto the shelf, where she'd only have to see it a couple times a day, at most, but seeing it there, alone, as she began to shut the door on it, she couldn't help thinking of how lonely it looked.

"Are you serious?" she rolled her eyes at herself. It was an inanimate object, a doll! She could do anything she wanted to it, and she wasn't going to hurt its feelings, because it didn't have any!

And yet... Sighing, she pulled it back off the shelf, and set it at the head of her bed, where she didn't think about it again until she was getting ready for bed later that night. She didn't notice it when she walked into the room, or got undressed and into her PJs; it was only after she'd thrown back her covers to slip inside that she saw it, since it had been underneath them.

Odd... She'd just lain it on her pillow, hadn't she? Obviously not, since it was a stuffed animal, so it couldn't have moved on its own... She didn't remember tucking it in, however, or why she would have ever bothered to do that. If she had seen it earlier, though, she probably would have chucked it back into the closet for the night, but now she was already in her pajamas, ready to go to bed... Lazily, she set it on her bedside table instead, got into bed, and told her Alexa, "Goodnight," to have it turn off her lights.

Even before she was awake enough to tell Alexa, "Good morning," she knew something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the longer she squirmed in her bed, frowning, the more obvious it was. After a minute or two, she bit the bullet and threw back her blankets... And found the giant wet spot surrounding her. She gasped, blushing, shaking her head, weirdly terrified her mother was going to find out and yell at her, even though she hadn't lived with the woman in over a decade.

The teddy bear was still there, however, sitting on the table, watching her wrinkle her nose as she stared at herself, and the accident she'd had in her sleep, in horror. It wasn't fair! She'd worked so hard to put a stop to this before she'd gone to college, knowing she'd never live it down if she was still a bedwetter at that age... How much worse was it now?! She hadn't been drinking, wasn't sick, was definitely not some dumb little kid... She was a fully grown adult! There was no excuse for this!

It was nearly all she could think about for the whole day, to the point where she wound up sending her staff home early, since she knew she wasn't going to get anything done. She planned on going home, spending some time in a warm bath, with a glass of wine, trying her hardest to forget about it, to not let it shake her... When she got to her house, though, and went to her closet to find something comfortable to change into, she noticed something new.

Or, rather, something very old. She'd been flipping through her outfits, searching for the right thing, not satisfied with any of them... Only to freeze at the sight of her old, high school uniform, pressed nice and neat, hung up among her business suits, and her casual, grown-up clothes. She flinched, cheeks burning, hardly able to believe her eyes... Why did she have that?! Her mother had insisted she take one set with her to college, to have there 'just in case' she wasn't able to get her laundry done before she ran out of real stuff to wear or whatever, but she'd definitely gotten rid of it years ago... Hadn't she?

She was positive she remembered doing that, yet here it was, in all its conservative, childish glory. And, to make matters worse, when her eyes moved downwards, almost instinctively, she saw something else familiar on the floor of her closet, tucked away, as if she'd forgotten about it a long time ago as well... But these she knew she'd thrown away. She'd done it more than once... Even though she'd conquered her problem, her mother had made her take a pack of those to college, too, for the same reason, and then, when Amanda had made the mistake of admitting she'd tossed them out, the woman had sent her more.

Despite that, despite the memory of sneaking to the dumpster in the middle of the night after her roommate was asleep, twice, and praying she didn't run into anyone on her way, they were back, waiting for her - a package of diapers. They were big and bulky and pure white, just like she remembered the ones her mother bought for her being, the kind that didn't hide even the smallest of accidents, that would make any slip of her bladder public knowledge for anyone looking... They were open, too, half empty, as if she'd been using them all along, or as if they were the exact same pack she'd taken with her to college the first time, the leftovers from when she'd needed them...

"No way!" she shook her head, bending down to grab them, to toss them out... But there was a little voice, whispering in the back of her mind, reminding her of what she'd done the previous night. It might not be such a bad idea to have them... Just in case...

It was a good thing she did, too, because she woke up wet once again the next morning. She had too many meeting to cancel to give herself another short day to try to deal with it mentally, having to muddle through, distracted, her assistant needing to step in more than once when she said the wrong thing, or forgot details of the case she was discussing.

"It's all right," the younger girl assured her. "Everyone has off days."

But she hadn't even finished school yet, hadn't passed the bar... Why did Amanda feel like she knew so much more than her?! It didn't feel like an 'off day'... It felt like she'd forgotten everything she'd worked so hard to learn over her years on the job... Why was she letting this get to her so much?! 

It definitely was, though. After she got home, and was standing in front of her closet again, her gaze kept returning to that uniform, hanging there, taunting her... She'd spent the day feeling like a high schooler, faking her way through the grown-up world... It would serve her right to have to wear that for the evening. She wasn't sure where the idea had come from, exactly... It was almost like someone had suggested it to her, despite her being the only person in the house.

"It's not going to fit anyway," she laughed it off... But, a moment later, she was pulling it off the hanger anyway, having to know if that was true or not, slipping out of her pantyhose and professionally tailored suit in favor of her old school uniform. And, just like so many other times that day, she was mistaken. It fit like a glove, like not a day had passed since her graduation. She even found her old saddle shoes, pulling them on to complete the look.

She could have taken it back off, and there was definitely a part of her that wanted to, however, staring at herself in the mirror, seeing an image that appeared to have been ripped right out of the past, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her mother had never let her do that, had forbidden her from changing until she got home to inspect her, to ensure she hadn't had any accidents during the day. And, if Amanda had wet the bed the night before, she'd get put into a diaper right then and there either way, to protect the furniture.

Of course, she'd gotten home from school much earlier than she got back from work now... Her mother would be getting home right about now, tapping on her door, seeing how she was doing with her homework... And, when she was at a stopping point, demanding she stand up from her desk, lift her skirt, show off her cotton panties, which were as pure white as her diapers, and for the same reason, with only the days of the week embroidered into the waistband to decorate them, keeping her to a strict schedule, and ensuring she couldn't change them without her mother knowing.

Thankfully, daytime wetting hadn't been a problem for her, at least at that age, although that didn't stop her mom from putting her in a diaper if she'd wet herself the previous night. Sometimes, Amanda wondered if she'd thought the humiliation would help motivate Amanda to stop bedwetting, as if it was a conscious choice... Though, to be fair, it had made her want to do everything she could to stop it.

She looked at herself in the reflection, seeing the teddy bear, sitting on her bed, staring at her, almost seeming to judge her, like her mother had. "She's not here!" Amanda protested. "I-I don't have to..."

She knew she didn't, however, the longer she looked at it, the harder it was to remember that, or to keep herself from obediently reaching down, grabbing the hem of her skirt, lifting it up. She blushed, knowing that, if her mother was here, she'd freak out at the slinky, satin panties she was wearing, which definitely weren't approved underwear, and probably make her wear a diaper for that alone... And, of course, she had wet the bed the past two nights in a row...

She could practically hear the woman scolding her in her mind, cowering before her, feeling smaller and smaller, until, finally, to make it stop, she turned back to the closet, and grabbed one of the diapers. Her stomach lurched as she felt the smooth plastic, the sensation exactly how she remembered it, although she was more used to what she felt when she unfolded it, felt the soft, poofy inside...

"What am I doing?" she rolled her eyes at herself, but that didn't stop her as she trudged to her bed, replacing her big girl panties with a diaper for the first time in years, the bear watching all the while. 

She knew it was silly, but so was everything else she was doing; she picked up the bear when she was done, sitting down, blushing as she felt the thick padding beneath her, heard the crinkle. "There," she declared, talking to it like a person. "Are you happy now?"

She frowned, thinking she heard something. It obviously wasn't coming from the bear, but it was the only thing around, and, feeling ridiculous, she lifted it to her ear, gasping as she heard what sounded eerily like her mother's voice saying, "I will be if you can keep that dry until tomorrow morning... But I doubt you'll be able to, young lady."

Amanda knew it was her imagination, of course, but that didn't stop her from tossing the bear back into her closet, heart pounding, and slamming the door. She blushed, seeing her reflection again, glad for the long skirt to hide the diaper, although it was impossible for her to forget she was wearing it, the bulky padding constantly pushing down around her from every angle, the plastic rustling with every move...

She shook her head, lifting the skirt back up, ready to rip the tapes off, to put a stop to this. She was an adult, a professional! She wasn't going to let herself be reduced to wearing diapers! But she was going to need it that night... She didn't trust herself not to repeat the past two nights, and there were only so many diapers in the package... She didn't want to waste any. The tapes on these diapers, in her memory, were very sticky the first time, then, if you tried to reposition them, almost immediately failed to work, so if she took it off, it wouldn't go back on... She was, essentially, stuck in this thing.

She didn't want to open her closet again, either, so, unless she wanted to change back into what she'd worn to work that day - which would feel even more silly to wear over a diaper - she was stuck in her uniform, too. It was quite the mind trip, spending her evening that way, thinking back to her time as a teen, dodging invitations to sleepovers, and people speculating about why, vehemently denying the truth when they guessed too close... It was so stressful, almost more than even her most difficult cases now... 

Unfortunately, she'd put the diaper on early enough that she had a lot of time before bed, and, in that time, it was inevitable that she'd have to pee. Normally, her mother would handle that, since she was much better at getting the tapes off and back on, and always praised her for coming to get her, instead of having an accident in her pants... But, of course, her mother wasn't here.

Part of her nearly considered asking the bear to help. She rolled her eyes at herself, knowing it hadn't really spoken to her, and, even if it had, it didn't have hands... But it still, weirdly felt like the right thing to do. Since she couldn't bring herself to do that, however, she waited too long, dashing to the bathroom at the last minute, and, while fiddling with the tapes, did something that hadn't happened in a very long time.

She gasped, hands immediately moving from the tapes to the crotch of the diaper, trying to stop herself, to halt the cruel flow of warmth soaking into the padding... But it was too late. She was having a daytime accident, and a bad one at that.

There was really no choice, when it was over... She wasn't going to run around in this warm, wet diaper for the rest of the night, and the spare diapers were all in the closet. Meekly, she opened the door, nibbling her bottom lip as she saw the bear there, staring at her. "It wasn't my fault!" she protested, sniffling. "I-I didn't mean to!"

She grabbed a diaper, hurrying back to the bathroom to change, and, when she returned to her room, the bear was sitting in the same spot the two of them had been sitting in together earlier, waiting. She should have left the room, or thrown it back in the closet... Instead, she found herself walking over, kneeling down in front of it, apologizing again. "I-It wasn't that bad..." she tried to explain. "I-I just..."

She heard the voice again. "I don't think you're big enough to deserve to cover your diaper at home," it told her, and, despite a bit of whining, Amanda couldn't help slipping out of the skirt, leaving her in her shirt and diaper.

"Y-You can't really want me to run around like this!" she pouted, but the bear just stared at her as she tugged at the hem of her shirt, mortified.

She shouldn't care what the bear thought - the bear shouldn't be thinking anything, in fact! - yet she still found herself staying like that, and, when she got into her pajamas for the night, forgoing the shorts. Thankfully, she woke up to a dry bed the next morning... But a soaked diaper.

The feeling of a squishy diaper between her thighs immediately took her back, made her feel tiny and helpless. She knew Mommy was going to be very mad at her... She hopped down out of bed, wanting to prove she was still a big girl by getting dressed for the day. There were a lot of boring clothes in her closet, stuff she guessed her Mommy must have gotten her for church or something, but, in the back, she found something a little more fun, pulling that on before heading to her dresser.

There were lots of big girl panties there, but she'd wet the bed again, and had an accident last night... She knew what that meant. She sighed, grabbing one of her Pull-Ups, ripping off her diaper and putting those on instead. They weren't nearly as thick, so they were nicer than diapers, but if anyone saw her, they'd all make fun of her, so she walked in front of her mirror, trying to check herself, to make sure the cute skirt she'd found wasn't too short, completely engrossed in her task until she noticed something wasn't quite right...

There was a lot that wasn't right, in fact, to the point where Amanda wasn't sure why it had taken her so long to see it all. She walked past so much of it without blinking, had woken up in one of the biggest offenders, and thought nothing of it. Perhaps seeing it in the mirror, behind her, as she wiggled her slightly padded bottom, was what it took... Or had the mirror itself somehow changed things? The reflection definitely showed something very different from her normal room, which was the first time she saw it all, however, when she turned back around, she confirmed that it was telling her the truth.

Her grown-up bedroom was gone, nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was standing in the middle of an oversized nursery, decorated accordingly, toys strewn all over, a giant crib where her bed should have been... And, sitting in it, the teddy bear. Or, she thought it was the teddy bear... It was much bigger now, although, otherwise, it looked the same, and was definitely watching her with the same judgmental eyes.

"What did you do?!" Amanda squeaked, but, even as she said it, she realized she already knew the answer. "No, Mommy!" she whined, already in the midst of taking her skirt back off, showing off her Pull-Ups. "These are good enough!"

But were they? She always wore these to school... If she had accidents during the day, she was supposed to wear diapers instead. But her diapers were so big, and thick, and the other kids were definitely going to notice them! "I don't need them," she shook her head. "I really don't, Mommy!"

There was only one way to prove that, however, and that was to keep them dry and clean until it was time to go to school... And she could already feel her bladder starting to ache. She squeezed her thighs together frantically, one hand pushing against the padding. "C-Can I just go to the potty real quick?" she asked the bear, staring at it as she nibbled nervously on one of her fingers, aware of that answer before she'd finished asking, too.

She bounced in place, fighting to protect her Pull-Ups, and her dignity as a big girl... And utterly failing. She whined and cried, but she'd sealed her own fate, having to tape herself back into a fresh diaper, putting her skirt back on and sulking her way to the kitchen to pick up the lunch her Mommy had prepared and waiting for her there.

The fact that she was driving herself should have tipped her off, but, somehow, it wasn't until she was in her office, and saw the shocked stares of her workers, that she began to hazily recall the fact that was wasn't a schoolgirl after all. She'd bee horrified at the idea of going to class dressed this way; finding herself in her office was so much worse. She was the one in charge, and now here she was, dressed in a tiny skirt, and a shirt that didn't even reach the hem of it, a bulky diaper beneath it, almost definitely not completely covered when she was standing still, much less moving at all...

She was a smart woman; she'd won many cases, plenty of which she probably hadn't deserved to. She was a master at thinking on her feet... Or she had been, at one time. That version of her felt like a half-forgotten dream now, and, try as she might, she couldn't access the part of her that had been, or any of her skills. She wasn't sure she really had done any of those things at all, that she hadn't been playing pretend.

She opened her mouth, hoping instinct would take over, but, instead, she burst into tears, rushing back to her car, skirt fluttering behind her, ensuring that everyone in the office got a good look at her padded rump.

She knew what that meant; coming home from school without a good reason was a big no-no. Mommy was very busy, after all, and if she had to cancel her plans to look after her... Well, at the very least, it proved she wasn't as big a girl as she claimed.

Sure enough, the outfit was all laid out on her crib, waiting for her. She wasn't sure where Mommy had gotten it... It looked exactly like something a baby would wear, but sized for her. She pouted, and stomped her foot, though, in the end, she knew she didn't have a choice. Reluctantly, she stripped out of her cute outfit, and tugged on the shirt, with its little teddy bear print, and its matching diaper cover.

There was a pacifier hidden beneath them, and, like a good girl, she popped it into her mouth, blushing as she took a look at herself in the mirror and saw how completely silly she looked. She was a big girl! She was in school and everything, and now here she was, dressed exactly like a toddler, right down to her big, bulky diaper.

All the toys in her room were for babies, too, but she couldn't help wanting to stay out of her crib and play with them, knowing the alternative... That was definitely going to get her a spanking, however. Sighing, she climbed up into her crib, listening to the double crinkle of her plastic sheets, and the diaper around her waist. She had some stuffed animals up there, of course - what little girl didn't - so she wasn't completely alone.

Unfortunately, Mommy was already there, too, waiting for her, making sure she didn't have too much fun when she was being punished. With a pout, Amanda sat next to her, sucking sulkily on her paci, letting Mommy keep a close eye on her.

"I'm really sorry, Mommy," she mumbled. "B-But everyone saw, a-and..."

"Hush," Mommy whispered. She was talking very quietly, so Amanda had to lean in closer to hear her, cuddling closer to her soft, fuzzy body. "It's all right, dear... You're too little for school, anyway."

"No, I'm not!" Amanda protested. "I'm a big girl, Mommy! I'm a... I'm a really big girl, in fact... Aren't I?"

She frowned, positive that was right... But those memories were so hard to recall now, even harder now that she was so close to Mommy, who felt bigger and stronger than ever. She could have sworn she was done with school, that she had been for a long time... But she'd just gotten home from school... How did that make sense?

"How could you be a big girl?" Mommy asked. "Look at you, sitting here in the middle of the day in your diapers... What kind of big girl would be doing that, instead of at school, or work?"

"B-But... You made me wear them..." Amanda told her... Except, she hadn't, had she? Amanda had known she was supposed to, so she'd dressed herself, but Mommy hadn't made her... She'd done it all on her own, a sweet, obedient little girl who didn't want to get in trouble, who was more concerned with keeping her bottom from being spanked than showing what a big girl she could be.

What had happened to her?! This wasn't who she was... This wasn't her at all.

"It's all right, sweetie," Mommy promised. "I don't mind. I like you being my little baby, in fact. That's all you could ever be..."

"N-No, I'm not," Amanda shook her head with a whimper.

"Of course you are," Mommy chuckled. "Don't be silly."

"I'm not a baby!" Amanda pouted.

"Oh, Mandy-Pie," Mommy cooed. "If you weren't a baby, why would you be pooping your Pampers like one?"

Amanda gasping, blushing at the implication. "I'm not!" she shook her head... But, now that Mommy mentioned it, there was something going on, a thick, mushy squishiness in her diaper, one that was slowly growing... Nervously, she reached down, gulping as her hand touched her diaper, feeling what was happening inside. Mommy was right... But of course she was. Mommy was always right.

Like any toddler, Amanda had an early bedtime, after messily eating chicken nuggets and peas in her high chair, and being given a nice, long bubble bath. She drifted off quickly, once Mommy turned on some gentle, tinkling nursery rhymes for her, and woke up absolutely soaked, as always. How else would a baby wake up?

"Good morning!" Mommy exclaimed, bustling in. Amanda stared at her for a few moments, confused, thinking she looked different somehow... But, at the same time, this was definitely how she remembered her.

Mommy changed her into a fresh diaper, put her into a onesie, then left her in the nursery to play while she went to get breakfast ready. Amanda crawled around, sucking on her paci, stopping to play with blocks, or dolls, when she happened across some of either, some nagging part of her mind trying to tell her something was wrong, that she was meant to be doing something else...

Breakfast was oatmeal, which Mommy let her eat with her hands, after stripping her down to her diaper and bib, chuckling at what a big mess she made. "I guess you're not quite ready for that much responsibility, are you?" she teased, cleaning her up afterward, snapping her back into her onesie. "That's all right... You don't have to worry about anything."

But... She did, didn't she? Amanda struggled to think straight, to conjure up the word for what that could be. The closest she could come up with was, "School?" although that didn't feel right.

"How precious," Mommy smiled. "Did you hear the neighborhood kids talk about getting ready for preschool? Don't worry, baby, you'll be going there, too... One day. You're not big enough for that yet, though, are you?"

Amanda looked down at herself, in her pink onesie, diaper bulging around the waist, peeking out of the legbands. It was hard to argue she was anything more than a baby... Or to argue at all, when even that one word had been so hard to think of, much less say.

"What is wrong with you today?" Mommy asked, coming in to check on her later on, finding her sitting there, frowning, trying to think. "Do you need a change?" She was soggy, of course, but not too bad. "You've been out of it since you got up. Do you need a nap already?"

Amanda whined, shaking her head. Mommy sat down on the floor with her, trying to entertain her, but Amanda didn't want to play, either, just found herself staring at Mommy, fighting to get her brain to work correctly, to tell her what it was struggling to say.

"Oh," Mommy winked. "I think I know what's going on... I see what you're looking at. Well, come on, then."

Amanda's eyes widened, her cheeks darkening, as she saw Mommy lower her top, exposing her breasts... But why was that strange? She did that all the time... And yet, Amanda couldn't help feeling strange as she crawled closer, letting Mommy take the paci out of her mouth, then pick her up, cradling her, holding the girl's head up to her chest.

"Go on, sweetie," Mommy urged. "There's plenty of milkies for you."

Amanda could feel her nose wrinkling, her mind fighting back against the very idea of this, but it was already too late, her instincts taking over, making her close her mouth around her Mommy's nipple and start to suck. It was so warm, and sweet, and just... right... that she couldn't stop, nuzzling harder into the woman's breast, drinking greedily, filling her little tummy...

"Oh," Mommy chuckled, partway through. "I see..."

Amanda was confused, unsure of what she meant, until she noticed the same sensation from the day before, realized she was once again helplessly messing herself. She gasped, a moment of clarity hitting her as her mouth unclamped from its infantile work, Mommy reached down to her diaper to check her, to confirm what she already knew.

She was an adult, a lawyer, and a damn good one at that... And this woman holding her in her lap had been someone she'd had a case against, that she'd won, even though, if she was being honest, even Amanda hadn't truly believed her own client. This wasn't her mother at all... In fact, her mother had died in childbirth; she'd never known her at all. All those memories she'd had about her, that had pushed her down the path that ended here, had been fake...

Just like this woman. She looked like the woman from the case, but Amanda knew, as impossible as it seemed, that it wasn't her, that it was the bear, the same thing that had injected all those memories into her mind, that had manipulated her, whispered to her, turned her into this, draining away every drop of her maturity and turning her into a helpless, diaper-filling infant...

She had to get away, to stop this, to find some way back to her old life... But it was already too late. She whimpered, feeling Mommy's hand gently press against the back of her head, pushing her back towards her breast, and, like before, instinct took over, the fresh wave of milk washing away her clarity, and she grunted and continued to fill her diaper, her body pushing softly to do that, while her mind pushed away the last of those nasty memories as well.