The Illness Pt.5 (Code Geass) (Patreon)

Kallen peered over the plastic rail of her enclosure, watching the last of the delivery men walk through the foyer from her spot in the parlor. She sighed mentally as she sat there on her bare legs, surrounded on all sides by mesh walls that only reached up to her waist but it wasn't the wall's minuscule height that kept her penned in; it was the leash that had been clipped to a rod in the center of the adult sized playpen. Like a pet tethered to a pole she was stuck right where that bitch wanted her and could only reach the edge of the playpen until the leash pulled on her back. If Mrs. Stadtfeld hadn't been smart enough to encase her hands in mittens she would've been able to unlatch the leash and climb out of the playpen even with the tremendous bulk between her legs. Trying to get away from the manor undetected while dressed in this clingy, neon pink latex suit would've been difficult, but not impossible. 


With no opportunities of escape readily available to her Kallen had spent the majority of her afternoon stewing in her wet diaper, plotting ways to free herself from this horrible situation. 


The sound of the door closing behind the last deliveryman caused Kallen to drop her head in despair. She had hoped that one of them would've looked over at her and realized that something was wrong; that she wasn't just another pamper pooping retard. Deep down she had known that wasn't going to happen. The way she was dressed had doomed any kind of chance that a rational person would question her mental state. A normal woman her age wouldn't be wearing a latex onesie with a thick diaper bulging against the skin tight material. An adult wouldn't have her hands trapped inside of mittens while a giant silicone bulb was wedged in between her lips, preventing her from talking. For all intents and purposes she truly was the giant baby she looked like to anyone who saw her. 


To the world she was just another individual who had been diagnosed with the prejac illness and was being cared for accordingly.


Kallen finally released her grip on the railing of the playpen and turned her gaze away from the foyer. All she had to look at was the numerous toys scattered around her padded prison: rattles, blocks and plastic boxes with the block's corresponding shapes on the lid were the closest to where she sat on her bloated bottom. A maid had referred to the box as an educational toy that would help her stay sharp. In a warped sense the servant had a point. Compared to the teething rings, plastic keys and the plastic pop up book the box was definitely the most mentally stimulating toy she was allowed to play with. 


Just beyond the block box lay a giant plastic baby bottle. Although it looked fairly innocent it had been the bane of Kallen's existence ever since she was placed into the playpen. It was both her salvation and her doom. She hadn't had anything to drink since the previous night and the infantile temptation had been driving her crazy. Within the disgusting bottle was an alabaster liquid that would cure her dehydration and give her body much needed nutrients that she was currently lacking; it wasn't a meal, but it was better than nothing. However, to access the bottle she would have to signal for a maid, or as her stepmother had started calling them: her nannies, and get one of them to remove the bulb lodged in her mouth.


Many things prevented Kallen from reaching out to the various women who had walked past her playpen during the entirety of the afternoon: her pride, her determination to break free, her unwillingness to submit, but above all else it was her sense of self preservation that kept her from trying the bottle. Despite wanting to keep her dignity intact the main reason she feared the milk was a stubborn suspicion that it had been spiked with laxatives or possibly something even more sinister. 


The thought of the liquid weakening her bowels was one of her biggest fears, but that thought had given way to even more troubling thoughts. What if Villeta wasn't working alone? What if the Britannians were behind the mental regression of any Eleven who had been diagnosed with Prejac Syndrome? What if they were working in the background to reduce her people into a more submissive and manageable group of adult babies for the ruling class to parade around as perverse dolls? What if the contents of that bottle laying only a few feet away destroyed what remained of her adult ego?!


Her initial paranoia about the bottle had given birth to so many questions that were equally unnerving and yet all of them seemed perfectly plausible. After all, the Britannians had conquered much of the world via the mechanical sword and had a vast empire to keep under their boot. It didn't seem all that farfetched to Kallen that they had started to manipulate the minds of their most unruly subjects and were currently molding them into something that would be much easier to control. 


The clacking of heels broke the young woman's thoughts, signaling to the diapered eighteen year old that someone was walking up to the playpen. 


'It better not be that damn woman.' Kallen thought bitterly. 


"Is the baby thirsty?" A youthful voice asked from behind her.


Kallen turned her head away from the bottle and glanced at the woman who had spoken to her. She was the same maid who had told her about the box. 


'At least It's not my stepmother.'


Still, her momentary relief was instantly replaced by annoyance. Kallen's eyes narrowed as she bit down on the pacifier. 


The young woman didn't let Kallen's dirty look affect her. "You haven't touched your bottle at all." 


'How could I drink it, you idiot?!' Kallen internally sighed. 'Are you so stupid that you missed the giant gag in my mouth!?'


"I know you're having trouble adjusting to things, but It's not all bad." The young woman smiled. "Think of it this way: you no longer have to worry about anything!"


Kallen cocked an eyebrow, caught off guard by the woman's unbridled enthusiasm. She sounded genuinely happy for her! Happy that a young woman, who had her entire future ahead of her, was being relegated to a playpen and diapers! 


"You don't need to worry about graduating or finding a man to care for you." The maid explained before listing off all of the "benefits" of a second babyhood. "You get to sleep in and relax all day long while I, and the other nannies, take care of your every need. You'll always have plenty of toys to play with and yummy bottles to drink!"


By this point in the woman's spiel Kallen was legitimately ignoring the insane maid turned nanny. If she wasn't sitting in her own piss soaked pamper with a large plug up her pussy, tied to a small rod in the center of an adult sized playpen, she might've been concerned for the woman's mental state. 


'She's almost as crazy as my stepmother.'


The sound of a locking mechanism clicking open pulled Kallen's attention towards the side of the playpen where the maid was still mindlessly prattling on about babies needing their nutrients. 


Kallen couldn't believe her eyes. 'The side of the playpen is open! It's literally wide open!'


Before Kallen could get up from her seated position she noticed that the maid had turned around and was closing the only exit to the playpen. Another click came from the mechanism hidden in the plastic railing which told Kallen that she was locking the panel, sealing them both inside the playpen together. Normally, the magenta haired rebel would've capitalized on having her enemy cornered and trapped in a cell, but the steady rhythmic clacking of another set of high heels on tile was growing near which told her that the two women were no longer alone. Kallen gazed past the distracted maid and caught sight of her stepmother entering the room.


'Why now?!' Kallen internally fumed.


"And what exactly are you doing in Kallen's playpen?" The older Statdfeld asked in an annoyed tone.


'I haven't seen her since she dragged me around shopping this morning and she picks now to torment me?!' Kallen would've frowned but the enormous bulb lodged in her mouth prevented her from moving her lips, not that it mattered since the pacifier's massive plastic shield hid anything below her nose from view. So she did the one thing she still could do to show her displeasure; she narrowed her eyes and glared at her stepmother. 


"She hasn't had her formula yet, Mrs. Stadtfeld." The maid replied, holding up a larger than normal baby bottle to show the older blonde she was telling the truth.


"I see. Well, the babysitter is due to arrive at any moment now, but since you're already in there you may as well feed the brat." 


"Yes, Mrs. Stadtfeld." The maid answered before turning away from the lady of the house.


Kallen's sharp piercing glare quickly withered away, becoming a look of wide eyed shock upon hearing the words "babysitter" leave her stepmother's mouth.


 'Who did she hire to further humiliate me?'


 The thought of one of her classmates seeing her dressed like a giant baby made her cheeks burn hotter than any hunk of severed metal from a fallen Knightmare frame consumed by fire. Her thoughts of being embarrassed vanished as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over her.  'What if Villetta is coming to silence me? What if she's going to permanently wipe my mind?!'


The eighteen year old mech pilot was so absorbed in her thoughts that she failed to take notice of the maid kneeling next to her on the soft padded floor of the playpen. It wasn't until Kallen felt her upper body being guided into the young woman's lap that she was made aware of what was happening outside of her thoughts. She immediately caught sight of the enormous baby bottle in the woman's hand and felt an even greater sense of foreboding dread wash over her. It was bad enough she had to worry about that deranged nurse showing up to finish what she started, but now she was confronted with the very real possibility that Villeta didn't need to be present to destroy her perception of reality; the contents of the bottle could just as easily retard her mental faculties.


Kallen pulled away from the maid when the woman's fingers came into contact with the pacifier.


"Don't act like that, sweetie." The brunette smiled. "I just want you to drink your milk."


A muffled plea came from Kallen who abruptly quit talking when she realized the rubber bulb was still obstructing her tongue. It was bad enough she was at their mercy but she wasn't going to humiliate herself by sounding like a baby. If she was going to lose her mind then she wouldn't beg; she would go out on her terms! She wouldn't become their doll without giving them a fight!


The maid approached her slowly this time which gave Kallen an opening. She pulled her arm back and reached out with her already mitten encased clenched fist, ready to punch the hired help. What happened next wasn't anything to be proud of. Kallen connected with a weaker than normal punch which did nothing more than startle the maid. Much to Kallen's chagrin her little rebellion did nothing but piss off the maid who promptly grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her over her lap.


"We do not hit people in this house!" The reserved and mellow mannered maid exclaimed as her anger erupted. 


Kallen did not expect what happened next as the woman's open palm connected with the back of her thickly pampered ass. It didn't exactly hurt, but she started flailing her legs like a flag on a windy day, trying to get away from the crazy bitch.


"You're not going anywhere, young lady." A stern voice Kallen recognized came from above the playpen.


Even if Kallen wanted to, she couldn't look up from her position over the maid's lap to see that her stepmother was staring down at her, watching the once proud Knightmare pilot getting her bulbous backside spanked. 


'This is so fucking humiliating! Why did this have to happen to me?!' Kallen could only shout within the confines of her mind. She wouldn't degrade herself any further by screaming into the pacifier. The fact that she was currently kicking her legs while getting spanked looked bad enough as it is. She didn't want to give her twisted stepmother anything more than what she had already given her.


With her stepmother supervising the spanking Kallen simply gave up and stayed in place over the maid's lap. She truly felt no pain except for the pain that a shattered ego could produce as she took her spanking. The only sounds that any of the women in the cavernous room could hear were the sounds of flesh snacking against latex as the spanking continued. 


Since Kallen had been so preoccupied with trying to get away from the maid she had no idea how long the spanking had been or how many times the maid had struck her latex encased diaper. Above all else she quickly found herself becoming bored with this ludacris display of dominance. She was an adult who didn't need diapers or anything of this nonsense! If she wasn't constrained by a skintight onesie she could've easily knocked out the maid with a kick and snapped her stepmother's neck. After all, what was the point of sticking around if her stepmother was going to treat her like she was some kind of pet? She wasn't this woman's plaything! Even if it meant faking her death by burning down the manor she would do it and go into hiding with her squad.

 
While the diapered rebel fantasized about a future that probably would never come to pass she started to feel something other than the rhythmic slaps pummeling her plastic covered ass. The unmistakable feeling of the tight passage between her legs tingling filled her with a mixture of joy and annoyance as the vibrator stuffed deep within her womanhood started to come to life. Almost immediately, the vibrator went from a light jostling to a full blown earthquake as it rattled off of the massive plug deep within her. Suddenly, waves of pleasure radiated from her swollen mound causing Kallen's mind to be consumed with bursts of pleasure. It only took a handful of agonizing seconds until she felt a steady stream of her female fluid dripping out of her pussy and into her thick diaper. The padded prison held the sticky moisture up against her puffy mound, keeping the front of her diaper wet while amplifying the feelings of euphoria coming from her crotch. 
 

Kallen found her resolve failing as the seconds ticked by. She subconsciously gave into the demands of her sex crazed mind as she started to gradually push her padded pussy into the maid's thigh. It wasn't the best way to get off, but it was a subtle way to achieve an orgasm without alerting either her stepmother or the maid who was still spanking her. However, much to her frustration the maid's hand finally stopped and Kallen found herself squeezing her thighs together, pushing the moist bulk of the disposable up into her shaved pussy in a pathetic attempt to maintain that pleasant tingling in her clit as the vibrator died down. She felt the maid's hands slowly adjusting her body, moving her until she found herself turned over onto her back. She blinked cautiously, gazing up at both the maid and her stepmother until she spotted Milly standing next to the blonde bitch!

 
'What the hell is she doing here!?' Kallen's anxiety spiked. The pacifier hid most of face, but the heat on her cheeks told the young woman that her face was bathed in crimson. She tried to bring her labored breathing under control, but it was already too late; the assembled audience of her servants, stepmother and former friend had seen how she had been breathing through her nose. Deep down she knew how pathetic she looked and wanted nothing more than to crawl into a deep, dark hole and die.
 

"Was Kallen actually enjoying her spanking?" The blonde bombshell who presided over the student council asked the other adults while tilting her voice in such a way as to give off a genuine element of surprise. 


"It seems like she did." Mrs. Stadtfeld replied, staring down at her stepdaughter with contempt. "Such a disgusting, disgraceful child you are."


Kallen's eyes clenched shut as she desperately tried to block out what was going on around her. It was like something out of a nightmare! They all knew what she had been trying to do and were attributing her arousal to the stupid spanking and not the vibrator that had become trapped inside of her! Did no one know except Milly about the ridiculous plug that Villeta had inserted into her?! The very idea that Milly, her stepmother and the household staff would soon be talking about her like she was a sex craved, masochist filled her with a newfound sense of dread that she didn't even know existed. 


'Maybe it would be better to just accept the bottle?'


The feeling of the bulb in her mouth rapidly deflating caused the diapered rebel to open her bloodshot eyes. 


“Now I want you to drink your baba like a good baby or you'll get no more spankings." The maid explained, supressing a smirk while holding the large bottle in such a way that the nipple was only inches away from Kallen's mouth.


Kallen felt her face twist up in confusion. 


'Is she seriously trying to treat getting spanked as some sort of reward?'


Before Kallen could even contemplate her response she felt the rubber nipple of the bottle pushed into her mouth. 'Living life as a braindead shell is preferable to being known and treated as a pervert. I may as well kiss my life goodbye.' Kallen simply accepted her fate and started to draw the formula from the bottle, working the nipple with her lips to speed up her demise.


Everything she ever wanted: her dreams of liberating Japan, rescuing the masses of her countrymen and women from the shackles of enslavement would be snuffed out much like a candle's flame fading into the dark. All the possibilities of the universe were about to be forever denied to her. Everything she could've been, all she was going to do; gone. Taken from her all because of her stupid teenaged hormones coupled with a simple misunderstanding. She would never liberate her friends and family; she would never leave her mark upon this world! If the big bulbous nipple of the bottle wasn't lodged between her lips, filling her mouth completely, silencing her for all eternity, she would have screamed until her rage was heard throughout the nation.


A lone tear fell from Kallen's right eye as she swallowed the first mouthful of creamy formula. Her tongue analyzed the fluid trickling from the bottle, filling her mouth once again; it didn't exactly taste like anything other than powdered milk, Kallen realized, but that didn't mean that it was untainted. After all, it made sense that the Britannians would engineer a chemical that would go completely unnoticed and be consumed by the unsuspecting souls who had been placed on an all liquid diet. 


Coming to that logical conclusion only made Kallen wonder how much time she had left before her mental faculties were eroded away like a peninsula of sand bathed in the waves of a violent sea.


'This probably won't be like flipping a switch.' Kallen thought bitterly as she swallowed yet another mouthful. If she was going to become her stepmother's plaything she would prefer it be over with quickly, but it was just her luck that her mind would probably start to fade away slowly. Then an even more troubling realization came to the forefront of her thoughts. 'What if they're not brain dead shells dressed like babies? What if they've been molded into docile baby brained adults?!' 


The thought of not actually losing her mind, but being made to gradually accept this infantile treatment as her new identity was shocking, but as the bottle feeding went on it started making much more sense than her original hypothesis. 'I'll have to endure all of the shame while everyone around me conditions me to love being treated like this while I'm basically bound and gagged. Those poor bastards in the school's daycare were worse off than I ever could've imagined!'


"So, what is that you have in your bag, dear?" Mrs. Stadtfeld, having grown tired of watching her adult stepdaughter nurse from a bottle, wondered aloud.


"Oh, this thing?" Milly replied, pulling the purple toy with red highlights from her purse. "It's a Sutherland Knightmare model stuffed with foam."


Kallen's eyes looked past the bottle lodged firmly in her mouth and honed in on the horrible miniscule reproduction Milly held in her hands like it was a teddy bear. It took less than a second for the sight of the terrible replica to cause memories of her fight against Jeremiah's Sutherland to take hold of her thoughts. 


"That's an interesting toy to give to someone with Kallen's condition." The older blonde remarked in a somewhat perturbed tone as she looked over the gift Milly was holding.


"It's a symbol of our great empire's strength and courage!" The younger blonde chirped before adding, "I thought giving one to Kallen might help her overcome whatever anxiety she's feeling."


Kallen found both blondes gazing down at her.


"I suppose that is a rather thoughtful gift when you put it that way." The noblewoman replied as a small smile formed on her face. "Kallen is lucky to have a friend like you."


Before Milly could reply the older woman started walking towards the front door where her chauffer waited for her. "Since my sick little girl is in good hands I'll be headed out for the evening. Be sure to have her in bed by nine!"


With a slight wave, Milly watched Mrs. Stadtfeld walk out of the manor.


Kallen could hear the clacking of high heels on tile growing fainter from her position on the maid's lap. With her head resting between the woman's legs she couldn't see if her stepmother had left, but thankfully the demented bitch announced her departure from the door. That was one less problem Kallen would have to worry about; one less obstacle in her way, but it didn't exactly finish the bottle wedged in her mouth. With that thought in mind, she continued to draw the formula from the bottle, working the nipple with her lips as quickly as she could; the sooner she emptied the damn thing, the faster she could try to make her escape. 


"Is she almost finished with her bottle?" Kallen heard Milly ask from the other side of the playpen's mesh fence.


"Just a little bit more and she'll be done." The voice of the maid replied.


Kallen hated being spoken about behind her back, but this was something else entirely. They were literally talking about her, right in front of her, like she was too stupid to comprehend what they were saying; like she was a baby. She should've been used to being treated like this, but up until this moment she had been spoken to directly, like a normal person despite the stupid diaper and the onesie made out of latex she was wearing. Was this going to be her future? People talking about her, but never to her?


"That's alright." Milly replied, pulling out a case not unlike something that would contain a CD or DVD. "I just wanted to put on this cartoon that Nurse Nu recommended for Kallen."


The mere sound of Villetta's name being uttered caused Kallen's eyes to grow wide with fright. 'Why would that bitch want me to watch a cartoon unless It's…'


"That sounds like a great way to entertain the baby!" The maid cradling Kallen's head in her lap cooed. 


Milly nodded. "I would've never thought of it, but that's why Nurse Nu is the professional. I can only hope to become as knowledgeable as her one day."


Kallen laid there, watching her blonde former friend as the woman popped open the case. Her thoughts were racing, anxiety was building up, but within the voices telling her that she was about to mentally die there was one voice of reason which stood out like a mountain towering above the forest. 'Milly wouldn't stay in the room if that disc was some type of brainwashing program: She would've told the maid to leave the room.' This thought helped calm the diapered and restrained rebel as Milly pushed the disc into the home entertainment system. 


"After you put the show on, could you refill her bottle?" The maid asked, but didn't wait for a response. "The formula is in the refrigerator."


"Sure!" Milly chirped and proceeded to navigate a very colorful menu that filled the large flat screen. After a few clicks on the remote, the screen went black momentarily before a lively soundtrack filled the room as a pair of cartoon characters danced around on the screen before taking their place in front and center on the screen. One was dark blue and the other was pink, but it wasn't their appearance that caught Kallen's attention; it was the vivid vortex of color which swirled behind them. Such a technicolor nightmare was pulling her in with each passing second, consuming her thoughts and leaving her speechless!


Kallen's eyes slowly opened, everything felt foreign to her as she tried to refocus her rapidly alternating vision. The first thing her sluggish mind noticed was an unbridled feeling of ecstatic pleasure that was spreading outwards from her pulsating pussy, engulfing every inch of her body as her bottom wiggled around in something slick and wet. She was doing her best to focus her attention on her surroundings, but her mind was struggling to process everything that was happening to her.


It was ultimately a losing battle and the rebel relinquished herself to the immense, all encompassing euphoria she was experiencing, submitting herself entirely to the unspoken demands of her already captive flesh. She curled her toes, clenched her legs together and pushed her womanhood into whatever was wrapped around her midsection. Her body was acting on its own, savagely thrashing around on a mission to achieve an unrivaled climax. She tried to open her mouth to release a scream of pure rapture, but all that came out were muffled moans which did little to deter her from thrusting her padded mound against the tight material encasing her lower body. Suddenly, her body went rigid as a tingling lightning bolt raced upwards from her soaking wet slit, conquering her synapses and obliterating her thoughts leaving her drooping forward in an unusual stupor 


"That must've been your biggest orgasm yet!"  


Kallen lifted her head, which wasn't easy to do in her disoriented state, and gazed forward from her tilted position. She watched as the blonde's lips moved, creating noises that the cum soaked rebel couldn't understand. 


"It's amazing how you're still able to cum so hard after having three different orgasms." Milly said more for her benefit than the poor brain drained girl who was slouched forward in front of her. "I never had the courage to tell you this before now, but I honestly envy you."


No response came from her friend sitting in the oversized baby bouncer except for a load fart erupting into the seat of her already bloated diaper. 


"Well, maybe not the pooping part." 


Kallen's eyes clenched shut as her body went on autopilot. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her as her bottom erupted with unpleasant sounds. An immediate warmth enveloped her already spongy seat. It felt good on a primal level, but somewhere in the back of the rebel's unresponsive mind she knew what she was doing wasn't right.


"Good thing I don't have to worry about changing you."


That voice. Kallen could've sworn she recognized it as an accompanying feeling of shame washed over her. She didn't understand why she felt this deep, unwavering guilt. She was just using her diaper like any other baby would.


It was that very thought that helped Kallen break through whatever had been keeping her mind shackled. She immediately opened her eyes and saw Milly Ashford observing her with an extremely perverted gaze. Her first instinct was to open her mouth and ask her friend what the hell was going on, but she once again was prevented from saying a word by the all too familiar bulb of her pacifier which filled her entire mouth. If that wasn't annoying enough, Kallen could feel the lukewarm drool and spittle that coated her chin.


"Kallen?" Milly's face changed in the blink of an eye, going from lust filled envy to genuine surprise. "You're back to normal?"


Kallen nodded her head.


"I'm so happy to see you're okay!" Milly exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Kallen and hugging her tight. "You started acting like a baby after you finished your bottle!"


Milly's sudden hug caught Kallen completely off guard. 


'If you give a damn about me you should be helping me get out of this stupid outfit!' 


The magenta haired rebel responded to Milly's display of affection by flailing her arms around, doing her best to break free from her friend's hold. 


"Woah!" Milly cried out, stepping back from the shorter girl who was slightly taller than her due to being seated in the suspended baby bouncer. "Nurse Nu said there would be sudden outbursts of anger, but you shouldn't be this fussy after all the fun you had." 


Ignoring Milly's insane babbling, Kallen looked past the blonde bimbo and immediately realized that she was still in the living room. The large television was now off, but what really caught her attention was the fact that she seemed to not only be outside of the playpen, but slightly above it.


Kallen blinked, trying to figure out why her point of view seemed off when her tired and exhausted body registered the familiar sensation of the egg vibrator lodged deep inside of her kept subtly vibrating. It wasn't the furious full power assault she had experienced so many times before, but it was still enough to distract her briefly until she realized that her feet weren't completely on the ground. 'Why can I barely touch the ground?' She moved her feet, feeling only the tips of her latex covered Mary Jane's glide across the wooden floor. Curious, she looked down past her chest and saw that she was sitting in some sort of chair with long straps on either side of her. 


'How did that crazy woman find a high chair large enough to fit me?!'


Sick and tired of this pathetic baby game, Kallen placed her mitten covered hands underneath the rim of the plastic frame and proceeded to pull upwards while her feet were firmly planted on the wooden floor. What happened next could only be described as something akin to a slingshot. The sudden movement and movement, coupled with her bearing down with all of her weight on the seat, caused the bouncer to launch her upwards only for her to come back down like a yo-yo. 


"Mmmppphh!"


"There you go, Kallen!" Milly cheered, encouraging the magenta haired girl clad in a full body latex onesie. "Ride that thing for all its worth!"


Despite bouncing around uncontrollably, a low growl could be heard coming from Kallen's pacified mouth.


"I think I know what'll cheer you up." The blonde said to herself as she pulled out something from her uniform jacket. "You need one last playtime so you can go to bed in a good mood." Milly winked, giving the mysterious item in her hand a click.


The disgruntled diapered rebel recognized what Milly was holding: it was the remote to her vibrator! However, she was powerless to stop the taller girl from playing with the settings and, within a second of Milly pushing the button, the damn vibrator immediately jumped up three settings, throttling her twat as it went into maximum speed.


"MMPPPHHH! 


"MMPPhhhh!"


"Mmmmppphhhh."


It didn't take long for Kallen's shouts of muffled rage to become more labored and drawn out as they became moans of passion. Her already wet pussy was starting to spasm once more which only caused goosebumps to erupt across the few areas of her skin that weren't covered by latex and frills. Another moan escaped from behind the shield of the pacifier as the bottom of her latex onesie pulled the soaked diaper tightly against her quivering mound with each and every bounce of the baby swing. Her hips subconsciously began to rock back and forth, forcing the bouncer to resume bouncing as she used the swing's inertia to aid her masturbation.  


"That's a good girl." Milly purred, her face getting flush from watching Kallen get off for the fourth time that evening. "Get it all out of your system."


Her already labored breathing began to quicken as her pulsating lips slammed into the saturated padding cupping her mound for what might've been the tenth time for all she knew. Ultimately, Kallen was no longer in control; she was just along for the ride as her body kept grinding her diaper encased swollen slit against the mesh seat of the baby swing with each and every bounce. 


'It's just like being on daddy's knee!' 


That thought should've sickened her, but the feeling of her pulsating feminine folds being enveloped by the sopping wet and mushy pulp of her diaper, combined with one final bounce sent her over the edge. Jolts of jubilation coursing through her body momentarily blinded Kallen to the fact that she was not only squirting copious amounts of sticky fluid into her already dirty diaper, but adding another pile into the punished pamper too.


"I'm really glad your mom bought you those diapers." Milly remarked as she stepped closer to Kallen. "I love you like a sister but I wouldn't change you for all of the money in Britannia." 


A whimper was all that could be heard coming from Kallen as she hung there stewing in a combination of her own juices, filth and an odd mixture of defeat and pure elation. In some dark and twisted part of her mind Kallen was finally sexually satisfied. It wasn't how she wanted to satisfy her tremendous sexual urges, but ignoring the pathetic pamper between her legs, the bizarre adult sized baby swing she was suspended in and the latex onesie she was wearing like a second skin, the pleasure chasing, lust driven part of Kallen's subconscious was thoroughly pleased. 


Kallen tried not to acknowledge the odd feeling of fulfillment that danced around the periphery of her mind. Just feeling the slightest modicum of satisfaction from her latest orgasm filled her with disgust. She was supposed to be finding a way to free herself from her stepmother's clutches, not enjoy her infantile captivity!


"I think It's almost your bedtime." Milly announced, placing her hands onto the straps suspending Kallen in the air.


An overwhelming urge to hit the blonde and try to flee was ultimately ignored by Kallen's tired body. She simply sat there as Milly fiddled with the straps, causing the entire seat to lower itself until Kallen found herself standing on the ground. Her legs felt weird, almost like they were numb, but Kallen chalked it up to hanging in that oversized baby seat. Speaking of the strange saucer shaped toy it was now lowering itself past her bulbous midsection which was a relief that didn't last long as Kallen stepped over the rim of the infantile bouncer.


"Mmmppphhhh!" Kallen exclaimed as her whole body stumbled forward until she caught herself on the side of the playpen.


Milly pivoted in place and rushed over to where Kallen was holding onto the mesh wall of the playpen like she was a seasick passenger of a boat caught in the middle of a turbulent sea. "Nurse Nu did say you would lose your coordination and sense of balance."


Hearing Milly say it only confirmed her fears as she shifted her limp and awkward legs underneath her; she could barely control them! If only it was numbness from being asleep. The rebel would shake it off and use her newfound freedom to run towards the front door, but she couldn't deny that what Milly had said made sense; not only did she feel slightly off balance but her legs felt foriegn to her.


"Here, let me help you." Milly's face appeared in front of Kallen complete with a warm smile as she took hold of Kallen's trembling hands and pulled her slowly away from the side of the adult sized playpen. 


"See if you can take a few steps with my help." Milly offered, beckoning Kallen to follow her as she started walking backwards. 


The mech pilot, turned oversized toddler, lumbered forward on rubber legs, wobbling from side to side with each awkward step she made as Milly literally kept her from falling. All of the weight in the back of her diaper was definitely throwing off her gait to the point it was screwing with how she walked, but ultimately it was her legs that refused to obey her. She had mastered how to pilot a Knightmare frame and was the Captain of Zero Squad for crying out loud! Why was she having so much trouble commanding her own body to walk?! 


Her expedition to the staircase continued with spastic steps until the diapered rebel worked her lower body into an awkward rhythm which kept her toddling forward while her big diapered bum swayed around behind her. Even though her legs refused to move how she wanted them to, she eventually made it to the foot of the stairs. 


"You did pretty good." Hearing Milly praise her for accomplishing something every one year old could do without assistance made Kallen's cheeks burn. "But I think you should try to crawl up the stairs."


Kallen's blush immediately vanished as she stared at her friend, dumbstruck by the sheer stupidity of what she was suggesting.


"Oh, yeah." The blonde replied without having to hear a word from Kallen. "That probably isn't any safer than trying to walk up the stairs." A little chuckle followed her realization. 


'I'll probably have to climb up the stairs backwards with my arms.'


"Alright! I got it!" Milly clasped her hands together, seemingly proud of herself. "You just need to turn around and sit your butt on the first step and then lift yourself up to the next step."


Kallen sighed from behind the massive plastic shield of her pacifier, knowing that the blonde was right. She would never admit it, but she had actually reached the same conclusion as Milly before the blonde had said it out loud. 


With a nod, Kallen allowed the blonde to spin her around. She was then slowly lowered onto her bulbous bottom with a sickening squish. Kallen couldn't help but wince as the disgusting muck that filled her diapers was squeezed between her legs, spreading further across her plump backside. It felt horrible, but Kallen knew that she was going to have to endure that sickening sensation about fifty more times if she ever wanted to crest the staircase and get to her room. So, sucking up the last vestiges of pride she had, Kallen inhaled through her nose, placed her mitten covered hands on the edge of the upper step and lifted her body upwards until it landed firmly on the second step.


"Ugghh." Kallen groaned as the slop collecting around her womanhood was forced to spread higher over her mound.


"All of sudden you hate being in a dirty diaper?" A bemused Milly asked.


Kallen cocked her head up at Milly, staring daggers at the blonde for uttering such a thing.


"What?" The blonde questioned. "I watched you bounce around for the past two hours playing in your dirty diaper."


'That wasn't exactly my idea!' Kallen internally fumed.


Not wanting to hear anything more out of Milly since she couldn't defend herself, Kallen searched with her mitten covered hands for the fifth step. Once she found it she squared her shoulders and grabbed the edge of the much higher step, hoping to speed things along by taking three steps at a time instead of one. She pulled herself towards the next wooden ridge, focusing her strength on pulling her dangling legs with her. Once more she landed on her packed posterior with yet another sickening squelch, signaling to both herself and to Milly that she had safely climbed up to the fifth step in only a single maneuver. 


"Impressive." Milly muttered to herself from the bottom of the stairs.


Kallen didn't know if Milly was praising her ingenuity, her ability to climb in mittens or if she was genuinely impressed by her strength. It could've been a combination of all three feats, but Kallen was pretty sure the blonde was admiring the strength Kallen had just displayed. Over the years the rebel had cultivated an appearance of lethargic weakness so as to not arouse suspicion about her sporadic absences from the Academy. It didn't surprise her that the blonde never expected her to be able to even climb the stairs at all. She may have played the part of a weak woman, but she wasn't completely helpless like Lelouch's little sister. 


At this point in her life, Kallen didn't care if Milly saw that she was stronger than she looked. If anything it might help convince the blonde that she wasn't this big retarded baby that everyone now percieved her as. With that in mind, she climbed up the stairs backward, going another three steps further with only the strength of arms. She had always been a fighter and nothing was going to stop her from getting out of this self inflicted hell!


Slowly but surely Kallen was conquering the stairs with every move she made. She once again lifted her diapered ass up and plopped it on a step much higher than the one she started from. Even as sweat began to trickle down her forehead, and across her latex encased skin, she pressed on. She was roughly halfway to the second floor, when she stopped at the top of the first set of stairs. This was the section where the stairs plateaued, allowing the stairs to resume their ascent at a different angle that was parallel to the second floor. 


Catching her breath, Kallen grimaced at how the latex onesie she was tightly sealed in was now completely clinging to her skin. It felt so strange, like she was wet but her outermost layer was still dry despite knowing that it was slick to the touch. She couldn't help comparing the contrast between her wet skin and dry, slick clothing to the diaper was wearing; it too was wet and nasty on the inside but completely dry and slick on the outside. 


"I'm very proud of you!" Milly cooed.


Kallen glanced over her shoulder only to see the blonde student council president standing over her. 'When did she get up here?'


Before Kallen could even respond, Milly bent over and gave the girl a celebratory pat on the back. Normally, Kallen wouldn't have been moved by such a simple gesture but her legs had spread apart during her climb until they were practically a wide V. If she had been capable of planting them on the steps underneath her, she would've been rooted firmly in place, but that hadn't been the case and now her latex clad body was sliding forward down the stairs, Her weight took over for the initial inertia of Milly's pat and carried her downwards as she desperately tried to use her legs to stop her descent, but they were completely useless at doing anything, much like a rag doll's legs. 


"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH!" Kallen cried out in shock as her bulbous bottom smacked against each step causing the contents of her diaper to practically explode with every step she collided with on her until she found herself sprawled out at the foot of the staircase. 


"Kallen!" Milly screamed from the top of the first set of stairs before running down them. "Are you okay?!"


Kallen opened her eyes and glared at the blonde bimbo who had basically pushed her down the stairs. 


"I know, it's my fault." The sound of Milly admitting that she was at fault didn't put Kallen back at the top of the first set of stairs but it felt good to hear someone in this nut house blame themselves. "but I really shouldn't have made you climb the stairs; you're obviously too tired to do it on your own."


And just like that any shred of credit Milly had given her for climbing up the stairs was immediately ripped away.


'I was doing just fine until you fucking pushed me!' Kallen fumed, literally on the verge of screaming from behind her oversized pacifier. 


The feeling between her legs, the wet and nasty filth literally spackled across her bottom and crotch, coupled with the lingering pain from sliding down a staircase and the sheer audacity of Milly's statement discrediting Kallen's accomplishment was overwhelming the poor woman's ability to stay calm. She was literally seconds away from throwing a tantrum!


"Can someone help me carry Kallen up the stairs?!" Milly's words echoed throughout the enormous space and radiated outwards through the hallways leading away from the front of the manor.


"Is it already time for the baby to be put down for the night?" The insufferable voice of the maid from this morning filled the foyer as Kallen watched the woman approach the two teens.


"Yeah, It's almost her bedtime. I would've tucked her in myself, but the poor baby has forgotten how to walk so I'll need you to carry her up to her room for me." Milly explained with a hint of sadness in her voice.


"From what the girls have been saying this was to be expected, but don't worry baby Kallen, nanny Ulvenia is strong enough to carry you around!" The maid cooed down at the pathetic form of Kallen whose face was red.


Milly watched in awe as the maid bent over, pulled Kallen into her arms, and lifted the exhausted girl off of the ground. 


Kallen hardly had a moment to breathe before she ended up in the maid's arms. 


'Don't drop me!' Kallen cried out mentally, completely at the maid's mercy.


"Wow, you're stronger than you look!" Milly exclaimed, amazed by how this woman lifted Kallen up like the girl weighed nothing.


Ulvenia laughed as she held Kallen like a bride. "I used to care for little ones like Kallen before I was hired by Madam Stadtfeld."


Still dizzy from the sudden change of elevation, Kallen gasped when she felt her body being shifted as the maid maneuvered her around. She went from laying in the woman's arms like a bride to having her padded crotch jammed into the woman's hip. Kallen wriggled around, wrapping her arns and legs around the maid's midsection as her bulbous bottom remained firmly planted on the strong woman's hand like she was nothing more than a baby.


"Don't worry, baby." Ulvenia cooed. "Nanny won't drop you."


Kallen looked over the woman's shoulder as the two women ascended the stairs. It wasn't how Kallen wanted to get up the stairs, but it was still better than smashing her poop covered ass on each step on the stairs. Still, even being carried seemed to disturb the mess in her plastic backed diaper. Each step shifted her weight only slightly, but the bounce that followed caused the maid's hand to push into her bubble shaped butt, churning up the contents of her putrid pamper. It wasn't as bad as her fall down the stairs had been but Kallen knew she was in desperate need of changing and wouldn't put up a fight if the maid or even Milly changed her out of this disgusting diaper.


The journey up the stairs was a relatively quick one and Kallen was ultimately happy once they had crested the stairs. With her head over the maid's shoulder she could see that Milly had walked away from the stairs and had vanished into the living room. This was one of the reasons why she was happy; if Milly was grabbing her bag and was going to leave unannounced then she wouldn't have to worry about her classmate participating in the changing of her diaper.


"Here's your new room!" The maid announced as she walked into the completely transformed room with Kallen on her hip.


Kallen jerked her head off of the woman's shoulder and was instantly greeted with an absolutely mind boggling sight. The room in front of her was not the same room she had awoken in this morning; it may have occupied the same location in the manor as her room, but it looked absolutely nothing like it did this morning! What had once been a modest yet beautiful room for any eighteen year old woman was now a twisted and warped version of an infant's nursery complete with pink walls with white trim. However, it wasn't the color scheme that filled Kallen with dread, but the sight of her new bed; an adult sized crib that looked more like a cage without a lid to Kallen. The closer they got to the towering monstrosity, the more Kallen realized how correct her initial assessment was.


"Let's get you into your new bed, baby." A loud clack punctuated the maid's comment as the railing of the crib slid down.


Kallen's thoughts about her room immediately took a backseat as the very real prospect of having to sleep in a dirty diaper reared its ugly head. Upon being laid on the incredibly soft mattress the rebel clad in only mittens, booties and a tight onesie made of latex immediately started pawing at her bloated diaper, trying to communicate to the maid that she wanted it changed. 


"You really are a naughty little baby, aren't you?" The maid chuckled to herself as she lifted the railing up, sealing Kallen within the crib.


"Is she still trying to play with herself?" An amused sounding Milly asked as she walked into the nursery. 


"She sure is." The maid replied, shaking her head. "They can never get enough."


"Especially her." Milly remarked, as she looked around the freshly painted nursery, taking it all in. "At least she has a beautiful new nursery to rest in when she isn't filling her diaper."


The maid smiled. "Madam Stadtfeld has always wanted a baby from what the girls have told me."


"It seems like this is as close as she's going to get." Milly replied while walking over to the crib.


"This isn't an uncommon reaction for most mothers of the afflicted to have. I mean, they've already had to buy their children diapers and they know what the end result will be after they've heard the diagnosis so this is a rather logical conclusion for most moms to reach." The maid explained. 


"It's always fascinated me." Milly remarked out loud as she dug around in her purse for a second before pulling out the stuffed toy she had brought Kallen. "It's tragic but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't adorable."


"You're not wrong, but don't you think that thing is a bit too mature for a baby?" The maid asked, genuinely surprised by Milly's taste in toys. 


"Oh, that's right. You weren't there when I first showed it to Kallen." Milly recalled, holding up the stuffed Knightmare frame in her hand. "This simple stuffed plushie may look a bit too advanced for someone in Kallen's condition, but I wanted her to have a symbol to look at, something to give her strength whenever she's angry or scared."


The maid smiled, "that sounds like a beautiful idea."


"Thank you." Milly chirped before turning away from the maid. She stuck her hand through the gap in between the bars and placed the stuffed Knightmare frame beside Kallen. "Sweet dreams, Kallen. I'll see you tomorrow morning at school!"


Kallen watched as the two women stepped away from the crib and left the room with only the maid pausing for a moment to turn off the light. She was now locked in a giant crib for the night unable to do anything but literally stew in her own juices. Sighing from behind her pacifier, she pulled her mitten encased hands away from her padded crotch and gazed through the bars of her giant crib at the windows that once showcased glimpses of dusk which were now gone, replaced by a completely black moonless sky. 'Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare.' 



To Be Continued…