The Playroom - Part 4 (Patreon)

After explaining as much as she could to her new little angel, Amanda could see the foreign and feint look in her eye that told her that most of her baby’s intelligence was draining by the second. There really wasn’t that much point in explaining anything to her now, it’d be like talking to a newborn. They could listen, but wouldn’t comprehend a thing.

Amanda opened up Piper’s new closet and looked for what she could put her into. This was going to be her little girls’ very first outfit in her return to infancy. What should she choose??? After some debating she finally decided that she would pick out something that normal Piper adult Piper wouldn’t have worn in a million years. As an adult the girl was normally pretty tomboyish, so she decided to pick an adorable and ruffly pink dress. An extremely girly piece that she knew was short enough that it would surely show off most of her babies cute diaper butt.

She pulled the outfit out and laid it on the floor before turning around and being a little surprised. Her baby was standing up! Despite her severely decreased lack of motor skills, Piper had managed to get to her feet, albeit quite slowly, but she’d done it.

“Look at you!” Amanda said with a smile, in the same voice a young Mother would really use on her toddler learning to walk. “You’re already up and about, soon enough I’ll be chasing you all over the place.” Even though she’d said it though, Amanda knew that that wasn’t really true.

Unless she herself manually reversed the spell she’d put on her friend, her motor functions and speech, amongst other things, would never return. The most she’d be able to do is just waddle and wobble around with the huge diaper between her legs constantly keeping her legs too far apart to even touch. The dream that Piper had had when the spell first hit her was an effect of her memories being overwritten by “memories” of times with her Mommy and Daddy.

The cute girl was very wobbly on her feet, just like a toddler who was trying out walking for the first time, but she was doing her best to stay steady. Amanda and her husband both smiled, admiring their little babygirl who was basically taking her first steps ever.

She reached down and lifted up her skirt, and looked down at the bulky white padding that now lay underneath her skirt. As she watched Amanda couldn’t tell for sure if the last part of Piper’s mind was in control, looking at her new undergarments, or if this was just an innocent child playing with her skirt.

She looked up at Amanda, smiling a little as she held her skirt like that, the diaper fully on display and crinkling loudly with every little movement that Piper made.

The cute little girl stood there, looking around the room until, suddenly, a distant look fell over her features as she stared at nothing. Her eyes were locked on whatever it was for so long that Amanda was about to say something... before she could hear the hissing.

With her skirt still held up, both her new Mommy and Daddy could see the moment the wrinkled white garment began to swell and fill and change from white to a darkened yellow color. Amanda couldn’t help herself from chuckling a little as she watched the moment her babygirl was really using and soaking her diaper for the first time.

She knew Piper was going to be perfect to become their new baby. She was so adorable. As the little one let go into her diaper, one of her hands drifted away from her skirt and slipped a thumb into her mouth, sucking deeply on it. If there was any sort of intelligence or adult mind left in her body at all, it was buried deeper than Piper could ever hope to access.

Amanda wanted to feel it. She closed the gap between her and her new babygirl and reached her hand forward, pressing it firmly against the girl’s padded undergarment. With her hand held tight against her baby’s crotch, she could feel the warmth spread more and more through the padding as Piper completely soaked it. She had at least been holding it all night and in her new mindset clearly didn’t have the control and/or the desire to hold it for even a moment longer.

“Oh yesssss. That’s such a good girl. Go on sweetheart. Use your diapie for your Mommy. Just like you always do.” She gave Piper a small little kiss on the head as the girl’s brain was finishing reworking itself. “This isn’t your first diaper, you’ve never even been out of diapers. You wear them all the time and don’t wear anything else. Go on little Piper. Finish soaking this little crinkly thing for Mommy and Daddy...”

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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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