You fussed at first. When mommy took your underpants away and changed you into thick, white diapers with a baby dinosaur motif across the front. You pouted, squirmed, and protested profusely. "I don't need diapers!" You emphatically exclaimed. Then you found an oversized paci strapped to your maw.
When mommy slipped the thick, thumbless mittens over your paws and locked them in place, your muffled whines and kicking feet showed your growing frustration. When she helped you stand up and dumped a thermos of mushy oatmeal down your diaper, you squirmed and stomped your feet on the changing pad. You whined and fussed through the paci gag as mommy led you waddling over to the crib. As you got closer, you saw the white and pastel blue padded straps on top of the mattress. You struggled, but only half heartedly. Mommy's grip was firm and you didn't want to invite a spanking.
The anticipation of being bound to your crib all night fed a growing frustration with your predicament. As mommy helped you crawl into the crib and began buckling you in, you wiggled, kicked, and pounded your mitten bound fists against the mattress. Your tantrum didn't phase mommy in the slightest. First, a wide, padded strap was pulled gently snug across your waist. Then another came up between your legs and squished your packed pampers so that no amount of wiggling would let you forget the mushy load in your diapers. Finally your wrists were bound to the bars of your crib above your head. Your legs remained free to kick while the rest of your body was strapped down. Your useless little kicky feet would be the only thing not firmly fixed to your crib for the night, and kicking or any other motion only served to remind you of the thick, loaded diaper between your legs. Once you were safely tucked in, mommy raised the bars of your crib, turned out the nursery light, and switched on a special night light that projected a whole night sky of stars across the ceiling. "Goodnight, baby." Mommy said as she closed the nursery door.
It felt like you must have struggled for hours, fussing, squirming, and tugging at the straps that bound you to the crib. Had you been more observant, you might have noticed that the stars projected on the ceiling moved just like the real stars outside the nursery window. Neither had changed much. The reality was it had only been 15 minutes. That's all the time it took for you to give in. As you lay there huffing and squirming in your full diaper, watching the stars that illuminated the nursery and wetting yourself out of frustration, you slowly gave up. You were a BABY after all.
You went from bratty retaliation, to accepting your predicament, even appreciating it. You no longer squirm in resistance to your situation, you squirm just to feel your loaded diaper squish between your legs and the padded straps hold you safely in the crib as you fantasize about your new life.
