I've been really stressed out lately, so my boyfriend gave me this pill to help me relax. I decide to give it a try, and within a few minutes I start to feel tired. I begin to wonder if this is really working, when I realize I'm speaking in baby talk! I try to stop it, but it gets increasingly harder to think straight. Soon I start taking off my clothes "babygirls don't need pants" I say to myself. What's happening to me? Why am I saying things like that? I try to snap myself out of this weird trance, but it's no use. My boyfriend also left out an enema for me -thinking it might help with a...

I've been really stressed out lately, so my boyfriend gave me this pill to help me relax. I decide to give it a try, and within a few minutes I start to feel tired. I begin to wonder if this is really working, when I realize I'm speaking in baby talk! I try to stop it, but it gets increasingly harder to think straight. Soon I start taking off my clothes "babygirls don't need pants" I say to myself. What's happening to me? Why am I saying things like that? I try to snap myself out of this weird trance, but it's no use. My boyfriend also left out an enema for me -thinking it might help with all the stress I've been feeling. But now in my weird loopy state, I feel compelled to use it. I try to fight it, but soon I am placing the nozzle inside of me and squeezing it all out. Once it's all gone I sit down again, and a diaper suddenly appears on my bottom. Where did that come from? Oh well, babygirls do belong in diapers after all. It's getting harder and harder to think like an adult. My tummy begins to cramp from the enema, and I start to cry, and suddenly a pacifier appears in my mouth. I start to feel a little better instantly. As I suck on the pacifier I feel my adult mind slip further and further away. I realize soon that the enema is going to start coming out. Good thing I'm wearing a diaper! Grown-up me would be horrified at the thought of messing myself, but my transformation into a babygirl is almost complete. Later I will find out that this was all part of my boyfriend's plan. He wanted to turn me into a diaper girl, so he could be my Step-Daddy instead, and bring home a new Step-Mommy for me. But it won't bother me much. Very soon, I'll be too mentally regressed to care. Once I mess this diaper the transformation will be complete. I'll be a diaper messing babygirl forever! I grunt as the enema churns inside. Soon it releases into my diaper with loud, squishy fart sounds, and I sigh from relief. It feels good to have a full, messy diaper -much better than tummy cramps. But it's so squishy, and stinky! I can hardly wait for Step-Daddy to get home to change me, so I can start my new life as a messy diaper girl!