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Molly suddenly focused back into reality from the touch of the cold window on her finger.

“Oh!” She squeaked, before blinking heavily. She shook her head a few times to regain her balance.

“Jeez where- What happened, did I…” Molly thought, feeling the cobwebs finally clearing out of her brain. She slowly looked down at the garment around her waist.

“Fuck. Molly! UGH! This is getting seriously messed up. I’m literally in a PULL-UP right now!!!” Molly yelled to herself. Her hands felt around the padded undergarment. She was testing for any wetness.

Her head immediately hung in shame.

“*SIGH* This is getting out of hand. I need to control myself; I need to throw those VHS tapes away TODAY.” Molly said, feeling a mountain of regret and anxiety fall upon her. Before she looked away from the window, she saw an ice cream truck slowly driving away from her apartment complex. 

“That’s probably why I was in the window anyways…” She mumbled to herself. Her feet hit the floor. The soft feeling of the carpet tickled the bottom of them. Molly quickly grabbed for her phone to message Jessica. She flicked it open and hit the green text message icon at the bottom. She clicked on Jessica’s messages.

Her heart sank.

*5 Days Ago*

“Hey Jess, thanks for understand my fetish! I’m gonna give the tapes a watch tonight. I’m so excited!! 😊” - Molly

“Enjoy! See you on the other side 😉” - Jessica

*4 ½ Days Ago*

“Feel reaaallly werd with tyehese pikturs. U shure these ok?” -Molly

“Just keep watching Baby Girl, it only gets better from here.” -Jessica

*3 Days Ago*

“Hey, think I’m gonna return the tapes. I really liked them, but they’re kinda messing with my head. Wanna meet up for lunch at 1 today? I’ll return them then.”-Molly

“No problem! See you at the same Café.” -Jessica.

“Hey, where are you? You’re an hour late…” -Jessica

*2 Days Ago*

“All good, Molly?” -Jessica

*1 Day Ago*

“Hello?!” -Jessica

*5 Hours Ago*

“I bet someone’s been watching those tapes after all 😉” -Jessica

Molly dropped the phone from her hand and onto the floor. 

“Oh my god, I’ve been in Baby mood for 3 days!?” Molly said, looking over at the TV. It was dark, but she felt her brain grow lighter the more she looked at it. She could see the faintest images of swirls and diapers. She shook her head and looked at the wall.

“I’m fucked up. Holy shit I’m…” Molly said, feeling her pull-up getting warm suddenly. “..I’m going pooootttyyyy” Molly said with a childish tone at the end and a wet giggle. Her brain kept feeling lighter. The warmth from her diaper sent yummy waves of delight and ease into her mind. Molly’s feelings about her pull-up quickly flipped.

Instead of feeling all yucky about them. She felt safe and secure. These are what they were for anyways. Sometimes she had accidents. Nothing wrong with that. And what was the harm in suddenly plopping onto her butt, and having a little fun with a pillow between her knees and warm squishy pull-up?

“Me gonna- a-… aaahhh” Molly gurgled, trying her best to form coherent thoughts and words in her brain, but her pillow humping derailed any chance of that. Her 5-day training kept her eyes glued to the dark blank screen, while lines of drool started dripping down her lips. Her brain kept lifting into a warm, lovely level of babyish pleasure.

“I need ta… ta…da..” Molly tried finishing her sentence, in hopes that she would indeed look away, but the pleasure grew too much, and she gave into her growing babyish desires.