The glow of the night light was the only source of illumination in the nursery. There were no outside windows for the room to be illuminated by the sun. The theme of the nursery was a soft pink and white. There was a changing table along the right wall and a large chair was on the opposite wall. On the back wall of the nursey was a large crib. It was fairly low the ground, but had tall barred walls made of thick round poles of white wood. It had a closed top as well made from a pink piece of wood decorated with cut outs of birds, which helped mask its true purpose of turning the crib into a cage.

Inside of the crib cage was an adult woman, though she seriously questioned how adult she was. Aside from being locked in a crib in a nursery, she was currently wearing a soft purple onesie decorated with pink and green butterflies flying around, and underneath that onesie was a cutely decorated adult diaper filled in more ways than one. The woman was idly batting at a mobile that hung from the cribs roof with her hands that were stuck in soft purple, thick, mittens which were locked onto her wrist with obvious locks. She suckled on a pink pacifier decorated with purple hearts that was clipped to the onesie with a pink pacifier clip. She was annoyed at the small mirror of the mobile that reflected her in her babified state, but she knew even if she was able to take the mobile down, she wouldn’t. She knew from experience that her captor wouldn’t hesitate to spank her bottom until it was bright red for missteps. She could still feel the sting from the last spanking mixed in with the increasingly familiar sensation of a wet and messy diaper.

She sat up in her crib, not even that bothered that she sat in the mess in her diaper. It was hard for her to tell how long she had been here. The lack of a clock or a window in her nursery made it difficult to count days, but, assuming her captor slept at a normal schedule, she hadn’t even been there a week. Not even a week and she was already used to messing her diaper, and was unbothered by being kept in it for this long.

She had learned not to hold anything in when it came to her diapers. That was her first strategy, but her captor had the advantage of time. After almost a day she couldn’t bear the pressure anymore and filled her diaper, and her reluctance to use it earned her a spanking when her diaper was changed. Her next strategy was to mess right before her diaper was changed for the morning, timing it strategically. That earned her a whole day in that messy diaper and another spanking when she was changed. She’s learned that it’s best just to go when she feels the need. One of many lessons she’s learned since being taken by her friend.

She huffed and looked to the door of the nursery at the thought. This was all caused by her friend. Former friend now. She wanted to say the friend was an enemy now, but really, she saw her as a mommy. Not that the two titles were mutually exclusive.

Winda didn’t think that her venting to her friend Lisa about how stressful her job had gotten would lead to this. She thought that her friend saying she needed a vacation and a break from the stress was just her being sympathetic. It was a little more than that, as it turned out. Lisa had given the same spiel at least a dozen times during various spankings in between diaper changes since she had taken Winda. As Lisa put it, Winda wasn’t suited for adult life. She clearly needed someone to take care of her. She didn’t need a job and a manager she needed a mommy and a full diaper. Lisa was convinced this is what would fix Winda. That true happiness for her friend would come under the loving but authoritative rule of a mommy. At first Winda, of course, put up a fight, but Lisa was strangely prepared.

Lisa had some kind of drugged concoction that she put into drinks. It was one such concoction that landed Winda here in the first place. She had drunk it while visiting Lisa and woke up in the same crib she was in now the next day. Winda suspected that Lisa had been sneaking a watered-down version of the drug in the baby bottles of milk that had become her regular snack. Even now an almost empty bottle rested on its side in the crib. Whatever was in there kept Winda in a weakened state, unable to resist Lisa’s forceful dominance. Under the effect of the drug Lisa was at least twice as strong as Winda, and was able to easily manhandle her for her routine spanking sessions. Winda wished she could stop drinking, but the concoction also had a strangely addictive quality in addition to weakening her. Winda couldn’t stop drinking the stuff especially since the only food she had been given were jars of pureed fruit or bland dry cereal.

Now, not even a week in, Winda had largely given up fighting. It was as fruitless an endeavor as trying to stop herself from messing her diapers. Her hope now was that by playing along, Lisa would declare her cured of her stress and let her go.

That lofty goal was currently out of Winda’s mind. For now, her goal was to have her diaper changed. She had been in it long enough for it to become uncomfortable even with how used to the feeling she had gotten. Winda looked at the door to the nursery in annoyance. She couldn’t tell what time it was exactly, but she could sense her mommy was up and about. She could hear slight shuffling beyond the confines of her nursery. Lisa was fond of leaving Winda alone to wallow in how much of a baby she had become. While Winda wasn’t eager to get her mommy’s attention and risk another spanking, the diaper was becoming a problem. She did know one safe way of getting a change, and she sighed knowing that this predicament was likely another lesson for her. If she wanted her diaper changed, she had to ask the right way. Winda closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. She was internalizing the fact that she was learning that lesson and that she was being rather effectively trained. Winda buried her pride as best she could.

“Moooooommmmmyyyyyyy!” she whined loudly with a childish tone, shaking her crib bars. “I pooped my diapeeeeeeeee.” Despite her best efforts, a deep blush of shame washed over Winda’s face after uttering the phrase. Almost immediately the shuffling made its way to the nursery door, confirming Winda’s theory that this whole thing was just another test.

“Oh, poor thing,” Lisa said entering the room. Linda’s long sleeve t-shirt and jeans were decidedly adult compared to what Winda was wearing. “Oh, such a stinky bay. Who’s a stinky baby?”

“I’m a stinky baby,” Winda said barely hiding her groan. This was a call and response test not just idle coos by Lisa.

“What do you want baby?”

“I wan a new diapee,” Winda said with a lisp. Another thing she learned was not to call them diapers they were diapees, her diapees if that was appropriate in the conversation.

“Good girl,” Lisa moved to open the crib, whose outer wall opened in the middle like saloon doors. The mechanism was something Winda couldn’t operate even if her hands weren’t in mittens whenever she was in there. It was a deliberately complicated lock designed to be almost impossible to open from the inside.

Lisa helped Winda out and over to the changing table, which she was promptly secured to by her wrists and ankles, keeping her held helpless in an x-shape while Lisa worked to get her clean.

“Wow, you are a stinky baby,” Lisa cooed as she opened Winda’s diaper.

“Paci mommy,” Winda whined.

“Sure, thing sweetie,” Lisa smiled sticking the soother in Winda’s mouth. “So glad you’re warming up to your paci.” It wasn’t so much warming up to it as it was Winda hiding her grin. one of the few things that Winda got to enjoy while she was here was making Lisa clean up after her messes. It was a small solace, one that Winda didn’t want Lisa to catch on to. So, Winda quietly suckled on the pacifier, effectively hiding her grin while Linda cleaned her up.

“Ok do we want bunnies or dragons?” Lisa said holding up two different diapers.

“A’ons,” Winda said with the pacifier still in her mouth.

“Dragons it is,” Lisa said putting the bunny printed diaper away. “Appropriate for a princess I think.”

“Eah,” Winda agreed, though sarcastically. Damsel in distress was more accurate to her current position than princess, but it was close enough.

Winda had to admit to feeling some relief as the new diaper was taped up and her onesie was snapped shut over it.

“Mommy’s still making her some lunch so you’re going to have to play alone in the meantime,” Lisa said freeing Winda from the changing table and helping her up. Winda knew that meant one of two things and she was confirmed to be right as they entered the living room. In the floor of the living room were the two places Winda spent most of her time here. One was a small playpen whose walls were mostly for show. In the middle of the playpen was a hardpoint attached to the floor. When Winda was left to play in the playpen, she was usually wearing a harness around her chest that was attached to the hardpoint by a locking chain that didn’t let her wander from the paly pen’s boundary. Since she wasn’t wearing a harness though, the other option was where she would be spending her time today.

The bouncer was next to the play pen attached to the celling with similar hard points. Lisa helped Winda into the large but comfy seat, wrapping it around her and locking it shut by running small locks through holes in the seat. The bouncer left her about as immobile as the hardpoint in the playpen. Winda was left to bounce helplessly. Lisa had set the bouncer up just right; in such a way where Winda was naturally lifted by the bouncer so her feet barely touched the ground, meaning she bounced herself in it without really trying. The sight was pretty cute, if Lisa’s reactions were anything to go by. Even without that though, Winda had become both incredibly bored and incredibly shameless since being trapped here. Meaning she was more than happy to engage in bouncing on her own because it was at least some entertainment, as was the children's cartoon Winda had put on for her. Learning about colors she already knew was miles better than watching paint dry in the nursery, and she didn’t care how Cute Lisa found it.

By the time Lisa had returned, the show Winda was watching had moved on to a lesson about numbers. Having been through three lessons and bounced her energy away, Winda was ready to move on to something else. One thing Winda had to get used to here was being bored. The childish entertainment she was give, had no hope of engaging her adult mind for long. Winda wasn’t watching the tv show, and the only bouncing she was doing was the automatic bouncing she did just by making slight movements. Her mind was currently on the mmo and mobile game she enjoyed playing, and about how many daily events she must have missed since she had ended up here. She laughed a bit at the thought. Things had come so far that Winda was worried about mundane things like daily challenges instead of the more existential dread she had when she had first arrived here. She laughed a little more thinking about her grinding away on her mmo while she was sitting in her crib or playpen. Something that would never happen. Those things weren’t “age appropriate,” but the image was a source of entertainment to the extremely bored Winda.

“Enjolying your show,” Lisa cooed entering the room. She mistook Winda’s small laugh as being directed at the inane cartoon rather than the funny image she conjured of herself. Winda nodded letting her captor believe she was playing along. “You’ve been such a good girl today. How’s you’re diaper doing?” Lisa leaned down slightly while she talked to Winda.

“I wen potty in my diapee,” Winda answered with a played-up lisp. Again, making sure to emphasize how she wet her diaper, just as instructed by Lisa. Lisa smiled giving her silent approval to Winda’s embarrassing statement.

“Well now that you mommy’s all fed, how about we feed the baby?” Lisa said already helping Winda out of the bouncer. Winda silently sighed. She was hungry, but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to whatever bland mush or soulless snack Lisa had prepared for her.

She expected to be led into the kitchen where her high chair was. A chair with restraints for her ankles and wrists where she was force fed the bland food, often in a deliberately messy fashion. Winda wasn’t led to the kitchen though. Instead, Lisa led her to the nursery, sitting in the large chair across from the changing table and positioning Winda on her lap. Winda put her pacifier in her mouth out of nervousness. Concerned about what fresh hell awaited her. It didn’t take her long to find out. Lisa wordlessly began unbuttoning her blouse, and removed the covering of what Winda now recognized as a nursing bra.

“No!” Winda complained in a distinctly adult voice her pacifier dropping from her mouth and getting caught by the pacifier clip. “No no no!”

“Oh, don’t be fussy.”

“Lisa this is crossing a line. I am NOT going to breastfeed from you. This has gone too far. It went too far days ago. You are being ridiculous. I’m a grown woman you can’t do this to me!”

“Are you done?” Lisa said as she pulled on Winda’s leg in a manner that forced her into a cradling position. “Honestly, I don’t know why you get so fussy. We both know you’re going to give in.”

“Lisa please,” Winda stammered in her cradled position. “Stop this. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone ok. I’ll let it go.”

“You’re clearly still not ready to be let go,” Lisa answered rolling her eyes. “Because you still can’t let go. You can’t be free from your struggles. Don’t even think about leaving until you can learn to really let go of your adulthood.”

“We were friends Lisa,” Winda pleaded.

“Were?” Lisa questioned. “Well, that’s a little hurtful. Thankfully, I don’t need to be your friend to be your mommy. Now are we going to keep playing this game? You’ve already racked up quite a few spanks for your nightly maintenance. Do you want to add more? Or can we just skip to the part where you give in.” Winda didn’t respond directly, she started quietly sobbing before breaking out into a full-on crying fit. Lisa laid Winda so her head was over her shoulder and gently rubbed her back while she spent the next ten minutes or so crying. When she ran out of tears, Winda snuggled into Lisa, hating herself for finding comfort in her mommy's embrace. Lisa continued to be a stoic but genuine comfort figure until Winda pushed herself away from Lisa so she was sitting in her lap. Lisa gave her a comforting smile.

“Did we get it all out sweetie?” Lisa said with smile.

“I don’t … I …” Winda was at a loss for words.

“It’s ok sweetie. I know you may not think so, but I sympathize with how hard this must be for you. But we are still here. Are you ready for suckies now?” Winda was taken aback but she was out of tears. Despite her attempts at reasoning and her tantrum her friend’s bare breast still awaited her.

“Do you have to call it that?” Winda said quietly.

“Yes. Now say it back.”

“Mommy …” Winda paused a moment getting ready to debase herself once again. “I wan suckies mommy.” Lisa smiled big at Winda's submission.

“Sure thing sweetie. Come on get comfy.” Winda found it surprisingly easy to get comfy. She realized now that the chair in her nursery was always meant for this purpose. Having burned all of her emotion earlier, Winda silently settled in and with little fanfare latched on to Lisa’s breast and began suckling.

Winda was surprised that she was actually getting milk, and not a small amount either. As she willingly suckled, and willingly drank the milk of her mommy, Winda felt herself fall in to a deeply submissive state. Lisa was right. At this point all her resistance was just posturing. Her surrender and her obedience were inevitable. She belonged to her mommy.

When the milk on one breast went dry Winda unlatched with a spacey look on her face. Lisa looked down at her, smiling as she exposed her other breast. Winda looked back at Lisa, and understood what she meant earlier when she said Winda needed to give up her adulthood completely. What did any of her resistance, fighting, and stress get her, but back here anyway. Why fight when she could just let go and loose herself in the moment?

“Come on let’s get you started on the other one,” Lisa groaned as she shifted Winda around to get better access to her other breast. Once she was in position, Winda eagerly latched on and began suckling again.

“There’s a good girl,” Lisa cooed, rubbing Winda’s back gently as she suckled. “You’re finally getting it.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's another one off everyone. This one came to me because there have been a lot of one offs this go around that weren't super baby, and I felt like I had been too "cute" lately so I wanted to do a forced babying story so this is what I got. Not the most original work but I think it works. I hope you enjoy. If you want to read these one offs as they come out check me out on ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603