BabyNote

Chapter One

Jennifer Dawson looked around the campus of Central Prairie University.  It wasn’t so much that she hated it here.  She hated how cliquish so many students were.  The twenty-two-year-old goth had never grown out of what her mother had called her angsty teens.  Jennifer had only agreed to go to college because it was that or try to keep her abusive stepfather from leering at her when he thought she wasn’t looking.  Sure, he was all sweetness and rainbows when Jennifer’s mom was around, but the minute she wasn’t, that intense gaze went to Jennifer’s supple curves.  Like her mom, Jennifer was on the plus size of curvy.  Unlike her mom, Jennifer was wickedly smart.  Yet another reason to go to Central Prairie.

Running her fingers through her ebony tresses, Jennifer just wanted the day to end.  Her dormmate had proven to Jennifer that morning that she was a complete and utter psycho.  Jennifer had asked Rosalyn to turn the TV in their dorm down so she could study.  Instead, Rose had turned it up and told her she didn’t care, that Jennifer could study elsewhere.  Unlike Jennifer, Rosalyn’s parents were paying for her education, so, in Rose’s mind, that made her better than everyone else, especially Jennifer.

Jennifer shook her head.  “Stupid bitch,” she muttered before standing up.  She grabbed her backpack that was sitting next to the bench where she’d been sitting.  The black and purple bag was adorned with crystals, band logos, and an orange, white, and pink flag decal.  She didn’t talk much about only being attracted to other women, but the flag decal was a conversation starter sometimes.

Slipping her bookbag to her back, Jennifer noticed a pastel pink and blue notebook laying next to the bench.  Had that been there before she sat down?  She didn’t recall it being there.  No one had walked behind or around her.  “How peculiar,” she thought.  Picking up the notebook, she flipped through it, trying to find a name, only to find all the pages blank, though there was something written on the inside cover.  None of it was a name, though.  Turning it over, the front read “BabyNote”.

“Well, that matches the colors at least,” Jennifer mumbled to herself.  Opening the notebook back up, she read what was on the cover.  Or, at least, she tried to.  Most of it was in English; however, the bottom of it wasn’t.

Rules of the BabyNote

·       If you write someone’s name in the BabyNote and can picture them in your mind, they will become an adult baby.

·       The person who is changed into an adult baby will believe they always wanted to be an adult baby.

·       There is no way to prevent the rest of the world from remembering how the person was before they became an adult baby.

·       You can specify to type of adult baby they become.

·       You may include minor changes to their life as part of the transformation.

·       Any attempt to physically harm a person with the BabyNote will fail.

“What the hell is an adult baby and what are these runes on the bottom?” Jennifer said with a scowl.  Closing the notebook, she sat back down and grabbed her phone.  After a quick search, Jennifer almost wished she hadn’t looked.  She wasn’t completely oblivious to kinks, but this was outside of what she’d consider French Vanilla, like Dom/sub or Bondage.

“Ok, this has to be some kind of a prank, right?” Jennifer thought to herself.  Her phone chimed to warn her to go to her next class.  She opened her bookbag and slid the notebook into her backpack, then rushed off.  She didn’t have time for this right now.

Several hours later, after grabbing a bite to eat at Winchester Hall, Jennifer sat down at the small desk in her dorm.  It was a Friday evening.  She didn’t expect her roommate back until late.  It was as good a time as any to get some studying done.

Pulling out her textbook, the pink and blue notebook fell to the floor.  Jennifer picked up and re-read the rules.  “This is wrong,” she thought.  “What if this is real?  Wouldn’t it be wrong to use it?  That would mess someone’s life up pretty bad.”

As soon as the thought occurred to her, she realized some people might deserve it.  A little karmic justice.  Of course, it would also take knowing someone’s real name.  A smile crept on Jennifer’s lips.  “I know two people that both deserve this,” she thought.  Grabbing a pen, she first wrote down her roommate’s name then added “She will have all the supplies she needs to indulge in her kink, will reveal that she’s an adult baby at the most embarrassing time and in the most embarrassing way to the next person that she’s interested in.”

Jennifer wondered how that would play out for a moment before writing down her step-father’s name and adding “very submissive sissy baby” after his name.  She was hoping it would be enough to make her mom finally break up with him.

Jennifer smiled and closed the notebook, trying to imagine the fallout.  What she failed to realize was a small change that had occurred to her.  Underneath her stretch pants, her panties began to thicken, causing her legs to spread slightly.  After a moment, her underwear had gone from panties to pull-ups.  There was also now a pink pacifier sitting in the drawer of the nightstand next to her bed.  Instead, she focused on her calculus homework.

About two hours later, she heard the door to the door open and the sound of Rosalyn giggling.  “Like, thanks for getting home, Tony.  I can’t believe I drank that many beers.  I’d like to invite you in, but, um, I need to get changed.  Changed for bed, I mean.”  There was a muttering of who Jennifer guessed was Tony then a grunt.  “Look, I told you I’m not interested, goober,” Rosalyn noted, “but it was super nice of you to drive me home.”  While Jennifer had no idea who Tony was, the fact that he called Rosalyn a “stupid bitch” angered Jennifer.  Yeah, sure, Rosalyn was stuck-up and condescending, Jennifer knew Rosalyn was a genius at math.  Not so great at writing, but she was studying integral theory.

Jennifer got up and walked into the shared living area just in time to see Rosalyn slam the door in Tony’s face.  Jennifer arched an eyebrow.  “Let me guess,” Jennifer began, “he picked you up at a bar and was hoping to get laid?”

Rosalyn rolled her eyes and set her purse on the small counter before moving toward the bathroom.  “Worse,” she said, “he was waiting outside the bar after getting thrown out,” Rosalyn explained.  “Amy Sinclair was supposed to be my designated driver, but she decided to pull a prank on me and split, taking my extra bag.”  She bit her lip.  Jennifer wondered why Rosalyn wasn’t closing the bathroom door and, instead, was fidgeting back and forth.  The busty waif would have been Jennifer’s type if she hadn’t been such an ass.  “Look, um, can you go back to studying?” Rosalyn said, pleadingly.  Jennifer heard it, or, more importantly, saw it.  There was a quiet hiss as Rosalyn froze, then a dark spot formed on the side of her pencil skirt.

Jennifer blinked and Rosalyn cursed.  “I told him I needed to change,” Rosalyn said as pee ran down her leg.

“You just wet yourself,” Jennifer noted, her tone droll.

Rosalyn rolled her eyes.  “Look, I was being careful.  I know that, when I drink too much, I forget to use the potty… like a big girl.”  Rosalyn bit her lip.  “So, yeah, I wet myself.  Again.  But I was wearing a diaper like a good girl.”

Jennifer blinked again.  The notebook!  It worked.  Wait, if it worked, then that meant…

“Rosie?  Are you attracted to me?” Jennifer asked.  Rosalyn bit her head and nodded.  “I’m sorry I was so mean before.  I was fantasizing about you and then you startled me.”

“And what about your diapers?”

“Well, when I got to the bar, I was smart enough to bring my diaper bag so I could put on a diaper in the restroom, but that meanie Amy stole it when she left,” Rosalyn explained.  “I knew I needed to change but you distracted me, so, well, I couldn’t help myself.”

Jennifer smiled.  “Let me see, little girl,” Jennifer said, moving toward the bathroom door.

Rosalyn looked hopefully at Jennifer.  “Um, can big sis help me out of my clothes?  I am a little girl, right?”

Little girl?  You’re working on your master’s degree and you’re acting like a little girl?  “Sure thing,” Jennifer said.  She could tell that Rosalyn was embarrassed.  Then again, if Jennifer’s pull-up leaked, she’d be embarrassed, too.  She helped Rosalyn out of her pumps, then unzipped Rosalyn’s skirt, revealing a thick pink diaper that sagged between Rosalyn’s legs.  Jennifer decided to see how far she could push this.  “Arms up, little girl,” she said.  She knew Rosalyn was drunk.  There was only so far she was willing to take this until Rosalyn was sober.

Rosalyn, for her part, did as she was told.  Jennifer helped her out of her t-shirt and then removed Rosalyn’s bra as well.  “Little girls don’t wear bras.  Besides, once we get you changed, you’re going to bed, little girl,” Jennifer said with a smile.  She took a moment to look at Rosalyn’s bra size as she’d been curious since meeting her roommate.  The tag read 30F.  Jennifer wore a 44D, though her nipples were much larger than Rosalyn’s.

“Can I sleep with big sis?” Rosalyn asked.  Jennifer shook her head.  That was a temptation she didn’t need right now.  Rosalyn pouted.  Jennifer tsked her and then untaped the diaper, noting the lack of hair over Rosalyn’s pussy as the diaper fell with a thud on the floor.

“Be a good girl and stay here,” Jennifer said, moving Rosalyn to sit on the toilet before picking the diaper up.  “Just in case you need to potty again,” Jennifer noted before rolling the diaper up and taping it into a bundle before dropping it in the waste basket.  Jennifer then made her way back to her room.  She didn’t think twice about grabbing the baby wipes that were in her nightstand drawer, much less that they hadn’t been there the day before.

Rosalyn’s smile broadened as she saw the pack of wipes.  She moved to stand up as Jennifer set the wipes on the bathroom sink.  “I didn’t know big sis had baby wipes,” Rosalyn said as Jennifer pulled out a wipe and began to clean Rosalyn’s inner thighs and crotch.  Rosalyn let off a babyish coo as Jennifer wiped her clean-shaven pussy.

Jennifer smiled at that but pushed any thought of sex with Rosalyn out of her mind.  “Show big sis where are your diapers, little girl,” Jennifer ordered, stepping out of the bathroom.  Rosalyn made her way to her bedroom.  Jennifer half-expected for them to be hidden, but they were in Rosalyn’s top drawer, right next to her panties and taking up most of the space.  Rosalyn opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of baby powder, setting it on the nightstand before lying down on her bed.

Jennifer chose a thick, pink diaper and unfolded it.  A small part of her was vaguely concerned that this felt almost natural as she proceeded to powder Rosalyn and then put the clean diaper on her.  Rosalyn simply enjoyed the experience, sucking on her thumb.  She mumbled something.  Jennifer smiled at her and pulled her thumb out of her mouth.

“You’re not freaking out about this,” Rosalyn said, “which is stunning, to say the least.”  Jennifer shrugged and walked out of Rosalyn’s room.  Without thinking about it, she grabbed a baby bottle that was hidden in her closet.  She also changed out of her t-shirt and stretch pants, putting on one of the black nighties she had.  Rosalyn was going to need electrolytes or else tomorrow’s hangover was going to be rough.  She made some sports drink and put it in the baby bottle before walking back into Rosalyn’s room.

Rosalyn was unabashedly rubbing herself through the diaper as Jennifer sat down.  “Come here, little girl,” Jennifer said.  She shifted so that Rosalyn could lie on her side with her head on Jennifer’s lap.

Rosalyn giggled.  “Big sis is wearing pull-ups,” Rosalyn said proudly.  “I’ll be a big girl someday.  You’ll see.”

Jennifer hushed Rosalyn and moved the baby bottle’s nipple to Rosalyn’s lips.  Rosalyn began to drink obediently.  Jennifer held her there, her fingers idly tracing through Rosalyn’s brunette, shoulder-length hair.  This was nice.  It was nice to be able to relax with Rosalyn instead of being at odds with her.  Jennifer was so comfortable that, when she felt the need to pee, she only hesitated a moment before wetting her pull-ups.  A moment later, Rosalyn was done with the bottle.

Rosalyn giggled as she wiggled back to lying down on the bed.  “Big sis needs a diaper change,” Rosalyn teased.

“I’m a big girl.  I need to change my pull-ups,” Jennifer stressed as she stood.  “You’re a big adult baby that needs diapers.”

“I need to cuddle with my big sis,” Rosalyn said with a yawn.  Jennifer pulled the light blanket over Rosalyn and smiled at her.

“Maybe tomorrow…  when you’re not drunk,” Jennifer said, moving toward the door to Rosalyn’s bedroom.  As Jennifer turned off the light, she heard Rosalyn rubbing herself through her diaper again.  Jennifer bit her lip and hurried to her room.  She grabbed the wand she rarely used and laid down in bed, pressing the head of the wand against her wet pull-up.

Jennifer couldn’t remember being so aroused as she thought about Rosalyn grinding her diaper against Jennifer’s wet pull-up.  As the wand vibrated through the wet pull-up and against Jennifer’s pussy, she had to bite back a moan.  She came a few minutes later.

She got up long enough to clean herself off and change into a new pull-up.  She looked into her drawer and smiled to herself.  If Rosalyn only knew.

Jennifer didn’t own any panties at all.  She only had diapers and pull-ups.  Tomorrow, once Rosalyn recovered from her night of drinking, they’d talk more about diapers.

Chapter Two

Jennifer woke the next morning to a slightly damp pull-up.  It was a good thing she wore one to bed that night.  While she didn’t remember having a wetting problem, she rationalized this was as good a reason as any to wear pull-ups at night.  Standing up, she wiggled out of the damp pull-up, rolled it into a ball, and dropped it in the trash bin in her room.  Today was Saturday, so she didn’t have any classes.  She decided to wear one of her diapers under a dress for the day.  Once she showered, anyway.  Slipping on a robe and grabbing the pink Northshore, she quickly made her way to the bathroom.  Rosalyn was still sound asleep if the snoring from her room was an indication.

Jennifer took a quick shower and dried off, leaving her hair in a towel as she moved against the wall and slid the thick, pink, disposable diaper between her butt and the wall.  She took a moment to admire her own clean-shaven pussy before pulling the thick diaper between her legs and taping the sides.  Slipping the robe back on, she made her way back to her bedroom just as she heard Rosalyn’s door open.  Jennifer felt bad for what Rosilyn’s friends did to her, even if Jennifer had been somewhat, if not directly, responsible.  Thinking about the BabyNote reminded her of the other person she tried it on: her stepfather.  Given the time, a phone call would be a bit early for her mother, so she sent her an email, talking about school at first and then asking how Ben was doing.  She’d never called him “dad” and hadn’t planned to start now.

Slipping a pink skirt on and a matching crop top, she opened her door to see Rosalyn standing in the living area, wearing nothing but a thick diaper and her bra, talking on her cell phone.  “Look, Tony, I really appreciate that you got me home last night.  I don’t think I can see you again, though.  I’m interested in someone else.  What did you call me?  You know what?  Fuck you, Tony.  I hope you get what’s coming to you someday.”  She disconnected the call and then sniffled. 

Jennifer walked over and hugged her.  “Are you okay, honey?” Jennifer asked, genuinely concerned.

“That asshole called me a slut and a cold-hearted bitch after what happened last night,” Rosalyn said, crying into Jennifer’s shoulder.  “He was such a meanie.”

Jennifer kissed Rosalyn’s forehead.  “What if big sis could make it all better?”

Rosalyn sniffled.  “How?”

“Just trust me, okay?” Jennifer smiled.  She patted Rosalyn’s diapered bottom.  “Speaking of last night, you said a lot of things when you were drunk.  Do you want to talk about them?”

Rosalyn hedged.  “I, um, I remember asking if I could sleep with you.”

Jennifer nodded.  “And you were too drunk to make that decision, little girl.  Do you still want to?”

“Yes, big sis,” Rosalyn admitted, wiggling her diapered butt against Jennifer’s hands.  “Were you wearing a diaper, too, or did I just imagine that?”

Jennifer stepped back and lifted her skirt.  “I was wearing a pull-up, sweetie, but I do wear diapers from time to time.”

Rosalyn smiled broadly. “Can I be your little sis while we’re still roommates, Jen?”

“Of course you can, silly.  But on two conditions.”

Rosalyn cocked her head curiously.  “What conditions?”

“First, on the weekends, you have to wear whatever I tell you,” Jennifer noted, ticking off a finger.

“And second?”

Jennifer lowered her skirt and wrapped her arms back around Rosalyn.  “Big sis gets to give her little sis as many kisses as she wants.”  With that, Jennifer tilted her head down and pressed her lips against Rosalyn’s, parting her lips with her tongue.  Rosalyn moaned into the kiss and sucked on Jennifer’s tongue pressing against her.  The pair continued their embrace for a moment before Rosalyn scooted back.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Jennifer asked.

“I need to potty, big sis,” Rosalyn admitted.

Jennifer moved her hand between Rosalyn’s legs and pressed against her diapered crotch.  “You’re wearing your potty, silly.”

“Oh, right,” Rosalyn said, smiling broadly.  She visibly relaxed before letting go. 

Jennifer smiled as she felt the warmth spreading in the diaper and against her palm.  “Good girl.”  When the hissing stopped, Jennifer patted the diaper.  “All done?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good, now you said the guy from last night’s name was Tony.  Do you know his last name?” Jennifer asked.

“Evenward, I think,” Rosalyn said.  “Big sis, I know the perfect outfit that I want to wear.  Can I please choose, just this once?”

Jennifer shooed Rosalyn away.  “Sure, but if I don’t like it, I’m going to change you into something else, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jennifer made her way to her bedroom and sat down at her desk.  She briefly enjoyed the feeling of being a diaper butt before pulling out the BabyNote.

“Tony Evenward. He owns all the fetish gear to play out of his kinkiest fantasies, loves wearing extremely thick diapers and dressing like a sissy baby while wearing massive fake boobs and showing off his sissy outfits online under the alias of ‘Sissybimboslut’.”

Jennifer bit her lip as she closed the BabyNote.  She wasn’t consciously aware that the diapers she’d put on earlier were growing thicker by the moment and spreading her legs apart.  The crop top she was wearing tightened around her chest and the word “Princess” appeared in big, bold letters across her breasts.  Part of her wanted to go find Rosalyn and cuddle with her.  The thought of Rosalyn sucking on her nipples made them even stiffer, poking through her top.  Still, she needed to make sure the BabyNote worked.  Opening her laptop, she searched “Sissybimboslut” and found Tony’s images readily enough, though he did hide his face behind a mask. 

Smiling to herself, she sent “Sissybimboslut” a message.  “Hey there, Tony.  I know who you are.  You’ve been a naughty girl and you owe someone an apology.  Someone from last night who you just said some very hurtful things to.  I suggest you bring your diapered butt over here ASAP to apologize.  Oh, and bring the pastel pink outfit and the boobs that are bigger than your head.  You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you don’t.  I’m sure the other guys on the football team would love to know about your other life.”

As Jennifer stood, she felt the need to pee and gave in to the urge.  After all, that’s what her diapers were for, weren’t they?  Grabbing her pacifier, she popped it in her mouth and made her way to the living area.  To her delight, Rosalyn had her hair in pigtails and was wearing a magical girl outfit.  She was leaning over to pick something up, so Jennifer got a good look at the snap crotch of the onesie that Rosalyn’s top actually was.  Jennifer swatted Rosalyn’s bottom playfully.

“I take it big sis likes my outfit?” Rosalyn asked, shaking her bottom before making her way to the couch.

“I do,” Jennifer admitted.  In the back of her mind, Jennifer realized they both were waddling and that Rosalyn had put on a much thicker diaper.  Jen moved to sit next to Rosalyn and pulled her into a hug.  Rosalyn sighed happily.  “So, just to let you know, I’m expecting a guest soon, but you are not to change out.  Trust me.  The fact that we’re diapered isn’t going to be something to be worried about.”

Rosalyn nodded.  The pair settled down to watch cartoons.  After about forty minutes, there was a knock at the door.  Jennifer stood up.  “I’ve got this.”

Rosalyn watched curiously then frowned when Tony walked in a moment later, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and carrying a large duffle bag.  Jennifer closed the door and locked it.  “What do you want?” Rosalyn asked angrily.

Jennifer crossed her arms.  “Tony has a few things to say, don’t you?”

Tony bit his lip.  “Look, I’m sorry I called you those things.  I was out of line.”

“And?” Jennifer added with an evil grin.

Tony blushed beet red.  “I’m actually the slut.”

“Show her,” Jennifer demanded.

Tony bit his lip and nodded.  He pulled off his t-shirt and then unzipped the bag, pulling out a large, flesh-toned chest plate, which he donned with surprising ease.  The boobs on his chest plate were bigger than his head.  He then pulled a pink t-shirt on, barely covering his boobs.

“Keep going, sissy slut,” Jennifer said with a cruel smile.  If she was being honest with herself, she was getting off on this.

“Like, yes, auntie,” Tony said in a high falsetto.  He added a pink-haired wig and then wiggled out of his sweatpants, revealing pastel pink plastic pants over a very thick disposable diaper.  Not only was it thick, it had the words “Potty Princess” across the back.

“Good girl,” Jennifer said, picking up Tony’s discarded clothes.  “Now, Rosalyn, what do you think about this bimbo sissy?”

“Part of me thinks we should send her home like this,” Rosaline said thoughtfully.  A look of panic crossed Tony’s face.  “But she better behave or I just might.  Do you have any plans for the day, sissy slut?”

Tony shook his head.  “Like, no.  I was totes going to spend the day streaming.”

“Well, I think you’re going to spend every Saturday, until you graduate, as me and mommy’s diapered slave and dolly,” Rosalyn said with a smile.  “If that’s okay with mommy.”

“Since when was I ‘mommy’, Rosaline?” Jennifer asked, moving to sit next to her.

“Um, since Tony got to call you auntie,” Rosaline replied, snuggling up against Jennifer.

“Fair.”  Jennifer looked at Tony.  “Well, what do you say, Tony?  Do you accept my little girl’s offer?  Or do I need to send that letter to all your football friends?”

“Yes, Aunty,” Tony said, looking at the floor.

“You can start by making us some breakfast,” Jennifer noted.  She heard her phone ding and checked her messages.  She almost choked.

Rosalyn peered at the phone as Tony waddled into the kitchen area.  “What?”

“Oh, nothing.  My mother just let me know that Bennie was in time out because he didn’t come and ask her for a change.  He’d been mowing the lawn and wet himself until he leaked.”  Jennifer showed Rosalyn the picture of a well-toned man in his mid-forties wearing a nighty and a thick pair of diapers with a pair of rhumba panties over them.  “He’s to sit there until my mother decides it’s time to change him again.”

“Your mom is surprisingly open about this,” Rosalyn noted.  Jennifer wondered about that.  She expected Ben’s kink to weird her out.  Or had she?  Jennifer couldn’t remember when she’d become an adult baby herself.  As far as she could remember, it had to have been around the time she went to college.  Had her mom helped her buy diapers?  She checked the email again.  There was a note about not forgetting to stock up on Northshore diapers, just before her mom told her that Bennie and her both loved her.

She thought about the BabyNote.  Was the BabyNote causing something to happen to her?

“Breakfast is ready, miss and Auntie,” Tony said, again in that falsetto, breaking Jennifer’s concentration.  That lapse also led to her wetting herself.

Rosalyn began to rub Jennifer through her diaper.  “Breakfast can wait, can’t it, mommy?”

Jennifer moaned.  Breakfast could obviously wait.