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DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong language, diaper usage, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Cindy knew what she was doing was beyond stupid. She should’ve just walked away and put this whole charade out of her mind. However, she couldn’t.

An hour earlier, Cindy was camped outside of a mansion, which was nestled safely inside of a gated community. It was a quiet, rural area. Beyond a couple of donut-eating guards at the front gate, she knew places like these weren’t likely to have a ton of security, which made them the prime targets. She was careful, though, making sure not to hit up any neighborhood more than twice in a year.

Lying prone on her stomach, Cindy watched through her night vision binoculars as a couple who looked to be in their mid 30’s drove out of their garage, excited for an evening out on the town. From what she had seen, there wasn’t anyone else living there. It was time.

Packing up her gear, Cindy sprinted down to the house, arriving at its rear door. She’d cased this house for a few days, and it was a gold mine. No dogs, no cameras, and it belonged to a rich tech developer. Christmas was about to come early this year.

With her gloveless hands, Cindy put her lock picking skills to good use. Most thieves would be worried about leaving fingerprints behind, but not her. She was a far better locksmith if she didn’t have to, she burned her fingerprints off, giving her a distinct advantage over every other burglar around.

The door unlocked without much resistance. Cindy scoffed, disarming herself of the usual tension she carried through heists. This would be the biggest cakewalk of her career.

Casually strolling from room to room, Cindy snagged anything that looked valuable and shoved it into her backpack. Jewelry, cash, rare collector’s items, it didn’t matter to her so long as someone was willing to pay for it.

Moving upstairs, Cindy went into the first room near the top of the staircase, expecting to find the master bedroom. However, the scent of baby powder overwhelmed her the second she had the door cracked. The lights came on automatically with her entrance, revealing a grand nursery.

The walls were painted sky blue with small white clouds scattered all around, while the furniture was all the same matching pale yellow. Instead of the hardwood floors that existed in every other room, the floors of the nursery were soft and spongy.

Cindy stumbled her first few steps into the room, not prepared for the less than stable footing. At first, she dismissed the concept that anyone would think this choice of flooring was a good idea. And yet, in spite of her overly-mature grumblings, she soon found herself gliding around the room with a bounce in each step. Once she got used to it, it was actually a lot of fun and surprisingly soft on the joints.

Cindy settled down a bit. This may have been a once-in-a-lifetime, trouble-free heist, but it was still a heist nonetheless. Looking around the room, she didn’t see anything of value. Sure, this stuff probably cost a fortune, but furniture would be much too heavy, and stolen diapers wouldn’t exactly net her very much. She moved to the closet, hoping to find something of more value. Designer baby clothes went for surprising amounts. Plus, they were small and light-weight, so she’d be able to stash several in her pack.

Throwing open the door, Cindy came face to face with a confusing sight. Arranged before her were, indeed, baby clothes, which lined the walls of a walk-in closet with a noticeable level of precision. However, they looked far more like something that would fit her than a legitimate baby. Turning back to examine the room, an interesting reality set in. What at first had appeared to be an average baby nursery was anything but. It had all the makings of a normal nursery, but everything was scaled to comfortably fit an adult.

Who the hell would even have a room like this in their house? Cindy had initially assumed the girl who lived here was prepping for a baby, but this room was clearly not sized to care for an actual infant. She tried not to let her bizarre discovery get to her, despite desperately wanting an explanation of some kind.

Returning to the closet, Cindy scanned the shelves and racks to see if anything looked particularly expensive. She didn’t have to look very hard, though, as one outfit, in particular, stood out amongst the rest of the riff-raff. Hung up high on the wall was a plain, pink onesie with the words “Lil’ Stinker” written in gold, sparkling letters. It looked ridiculously soft, as if it had been made of the richest fabrics money could buy.

Reaching up to grab the outfit, Cindy discovered that it didn’t just look soft. It was, in fact, the softest thing her fingers had ever had the privilege to touch. She carefully removed the pins that held it in place. With the onesie now in her hands, she made her way out of the closet, unzipping her bag as she walked towards the exit.

However, when Cindy neared the door, she stopped. A compulsion was rising within her, one she couldn’t understand. For some unexplained reason, she felt herself being drawn to the onesie. She unfurled it in her hands and was compelled to hold it up against her body, allowing the fabric to soothingly brush against her torso. In the back of her mind, she was baffled by her own actions. She didn’t want to wear such a childish outfit...did she?

Checking her watch, Cindy knew she still had plenty of time. She bit her lip. Regardless of how embarrassing she found the outfit to be, she had to feel what it was like to wear it. She tossed the onesie onto the nearby diaper table and began to remove her tight, black clothing. Although, she decided to leave her cap on to avoid leaving any hair as evidence. She’d completely shaved off her body hair, so she had nothing to worry about there.

Now fully nude except for a black hat, it was time for the moment of truth. Cindy lifted the onesie over her head and let it fall to her shoulders. Once it reached her sensitive C-cup breasts, she was forced to finish the job manually and pull the onesie down the whole way. It was incredibly snug, but not in a way that was too tight. The kind of snug that made you feel warm...and oddly safe.

With the onesie fully in place, Cindy’s hands moved south to fasten the snaps shut. She stopped herself, though, as she noticed an enticing dilemma. The top of her outfit hugged her gracefully on the top half, but the lower half was far too wide for her petite booty to fill out. Her eyes shifted to the changing table, realizing that if she wanted to wear it properly, she’d need to add a bit more bulk to her bottom.

Cindy’s breaths grew weighty with each bouncy step until she finally reached her destination. She squatted down and peered at the various stacks of diapers, not certain what the difference was between any of them. She grabbed a plain, white one that didn’t look like it would be too bulky and set it atop the table, blushing intensely.

Despite the cries in Cindy’s head telling her to stop what she was doing this instant, the unparalleled urge she was feeling to press forward was too strong. She unfolded the diaper and hopped up onto the table, positioning her butt over the crinkly plastic.

At her feet, Cindy saw various different powders and creams in unlabeled, multicolor bottles. She had no idea what made any of them different, but she presumed if she were going to wear this outfit properly as she should, then lotion and powder were a must. She grabbed a few bottles, sticking several up to her nose until she found a scent she really enjoyed.

Taking a large dollop of baby lotion, Cindy lathered up her princess parts and neighboring diaper areas, making sure to get a good amount of area covered. She then moved to apply the powder. Unaware that the cap was loose, she haphazardly shook the bottle over her crotch, resulting in the front of her diaper, as well as her vagina, getting buried by an entire bottle of powder. White clouds of talcum wafted around the space, making her sneeze uncontrollably. She giggled a bit at her clumsiness.

Not wanting to waste so much product, Cindy shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to tape the nappy to her hips with the mountain of powder trapped inside. She playfully lifted her bum and shook her booty around, lavishing in the way the powder cascaded down from the front of her diaper and shook throughout her rear, giving her the most pleasurable of sensations. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she slammed her butt down on the table, sending more powder shooting into the air through her leg holes.

Cindy stood up again, having even more fun with the springy floors than she was before. Of course, rich people would have a setup as awesome as this! She never wanted to leave this room again.

Reaching down once more to complete her ensemble, Cindy was still unsatisfied with the level of poof she was wearing. She wanted the onesie to stretch across her body in just the right way. She walked back to the rows of diapers and picked out her favorite pink CrissieMax diaper. The seat of the thing was nearly half a foot thick, which only served to elevate her heart rate. She loved how excited diapers made her.

Cindy unfolded the supremely thicker diaper and plopped down onto the floor to tape it on. While she’d had no problem taping her previous diaper shut, it was as if her coordination had evaporated, as she went at her plastic nappy with ham hands. Eventually, she managed to seal her diaper to her hips. She raised her fists in the air and celebrated her accomplishment. Mommy would be so proud of her that she could change herself so well.

All that was left for Cindy to do now was to clip the onesie snaps into place and she’d be the perfect adult baby for her caregivers when she got home. One at a time, she popped the buttons together with a satisfying *click* until all three were secured.

Wanting to see herself in all her babified glory, Cindy wobbled to her feet and walked back towards the closet to see herself in the mirror. She smiled brightly upon seeing herself, unable to believe how wonderful and dazzling and childish and wrong and gross this all felt! What on Earth was happening to herself?! Something was very wrong!

Cindy shook her head and stumbled towards the mirror. What was she doing here again? She looked over at her backpack, which seemed almost foreign to her now. She knew it had to be hers though.

However, before Cindy could make her way to the backpack, her legs gave out nearly instantaneously, forcing her to fall back on her well-padded rear. Panic gripped her brain as she tried to will herself back up, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Relenting, she flipped over to her tummy and started to crawl across the floor.

About halfway to the pack, Cindy was feeling far too exhausted to make it all the way. Crawling was hard and used up a lot more energy than she thought it would. Her eyes felt droopy, as if she were to close her eyes for longer than three seconds, she’d fall asleep instantly. She turned her head, noticing the giant crib that was directly next to her. It looked so big and inviting. She needed it.

Gathering whatever strength Cindy had left, she propped herself up and over the lowered bars of the crib, panting desperately for air once she reached the summit. She was pooped and felt the need for rest growing to an unstoppable degree.

Cindy rolled over, ready to nuzzle herself in between the sheets and lull herself into a deep sleep. As she rolled, though, she propelled herself just a bit too far, bonking her head on the wooden bars that lined the backside of the crib. The hit was enough to drive her consciousness back to the forefront of her mind. She gasped, as she was fully aware of everything happening, but was entirely powerless to stop it. There were so many thoughts in her mind that she knew weren’t hers, but she was struggling to keep them from sticking.

Calming herself down for a moment, Cindy tried to piece together a way out of the bizarrely horrifying scenario. She thought back to what the catalyst might have been retracing her steps to the best of her ability. There was the sleepiness, the crawling, the mirror, the diapering, the onesi-

Cindy’s eyes went wide. It was the onesie! It had to be! She didn’t want to wear it, she wanted to steal it! She was a thief and this was a heist! She needed to get the rotten outfit off fast before her cognizance disappeared into her subconscious once more, perhaps permanently!

Reaching for the buttons, Cindy pulled upward, attempting to rip the snaps apart. However, as she tugged against the fabric, the buttons didn’t even so much as buckle from the pressure. She dug her fingernails into the sides of one of the metal clasps, trying to pry the two ends off of each other, but the thing wasn’t coming off, no matter how much force she applied.

Shrieking in terror, Cindy grabbed a handful of fabric and pulled at the onesie anywhere she could, trying to get an arm or a leg free. Anything to aid her cause. Nothing seemed to do the trick, giving her no way out. She got up on her knees, making a big final attempt of stretching the neckline as she went to pull her head through. She ended up getting stuck halfway, though, and proceeded to throw herself around the crib, trying to poke her head back through. The fabric may have been soft, but it wasn’t super breathable, and she could feel herself being deprived of her human need for oxygen.

Cindy launched herself upward, popping her head back through the onesie’s neckline. Unfortunately, it was that movement that sealed her fate. She rammed into the mobile that hung over the pillow of the crib, causing it to produce sweet, soothing music as it began to spin slowly and rhythmically. She tried her best to resist the lullaby’s sweet call, but her ability to restrain her ever-growing Little brain from reigning supreme was fading fast. She strained her muscles and dug her heels in. She was the best thief in this entire goddamn city, and she wasn’t gonna let some stupid onesie get the better of her-

*BLOOOOOOOOORRRRRT!*

Despite Cindy’s best efforts, all her struggling ended up doing was speeding up the process. Clenching all of her muscles had an adverse effect that she didn’t think to calculate. A flood of semi-soft gravy rushed to fill the seat of her puffy pampers. Wave after wave of molten, brown lava nuzzled itself in the seat of her diapers, along with all of the intelligence and wisdom that Cindy had amassed throughout her years of life, as she emptied her mind into her rapidly inflating nappy. All that remained was the shell of her former self, who was more than delighted to mush her squishy diapers with her hands and feet, burbling to herself all the while.

Laying back in bed, Cindy’s head hit her cloud-like pillow, bringing the last bit of resistance she had left to a close as her eyes trained themselves on the spinning mobile. Her sleepiness, mixed with the raw power of the hypnotic mobile, caused her to pass out in seconds, with her thumb adorably sneaking into her mouth as she drifted off to dreamland.

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“Ugh! I’m so happy to be home. I hate work functions.”

“Oh, I know, baby. Let’s get you upstairs and into something far more comfortable.”

Rene and Clark had returned home to their private estate following a long and boring evening. She brought her whiny baby in for a big hug, knowing just how subby it would make him to nuzzle him in between her enormous knockers.

Clark grew hard in Rene’s arms, excited to take it even further in the nursery. The two raced upstairs and burst into their adult baby nursery, making out with each other. Neither seemed to notice that for some reason, the lights were already on with the mobile’s music adding ambiance to what should’ve been a previously empty room.

Rene pushed Clark back against the wall and placed her hands under his butt, lifting his feet off the ground and forcing her Little to wrap his legs around her, “Are you ready to stop being a smartypants and get into character?”
“Uh-huh,” said Clark, excited to dawn his favorite invention of theirs, one that was sure to give them the edge over CrissBaby Co. It was a onesie designed to drain your knowledge to that of a real infant. Sure the outfit had a few kinks to still work out, but he loved wearing it too much to give it up. Plus, he knew as long as he relaxed and didn’t resist the process that there would be no long-term damage after Rene removed it for him. That was perhaps his favorite feature of all. No self-removal.

Although, Clark’s love for the onesie did not mean that the design didn’t have any flaws or aspects that he wanted to change. He was really not a fan of the sticky, protective gloves that Rene had to wear when she dressed him into it. Even touching the thing was enough for the nanites to target a host, so until they figured out a way to patch that bug, the gloves were a necessity.

Rene wrapped her arms around Clark’s waist and held him safely to her torso. She turned around, ready to ferry him over to the closet when she suddenly noticed the sheets in the crib looked very lumpy. Her eyes then happened upon a small, red backpack that was leaning against the changing table, confirming that someone was in this room who shouldn’t be. “Clarky,” asked Rene, cocking her head to the side, “We made the bed when we left earlier, right?”

“Um...I’m pretty sure,” responded Clark, growing nervous at Rene’s tone of voice. Together, they crept towards the figure in bed at the will of Rene’s feet. Clark was not a fan of directly confronting this issue, especially since he was still in her arms, “Honey, shouldn’t we just call the police?”

Rene shushed Clark and closed in on what appeared to be a home invader hiding in the crib. She grabbed the bedsheet and threw it back in a flash, stepping away fast in case the intruder jumped up to attack.

However, neither Rene nor Clark were prepared to see what they found. Nestled in bed was a sweet-looking Little, snoring away without a care in the world. More importantly, she was wearing the experimental onesie.

Rene set Clark down and rushed over to the crib, at a complete loss for words. She was not mad, nor was she scared anymore. She was, instead, extremely curious. The scientist inside of her was ready to probe her current test subject for more info on her entire experience.

Clark, on the other hand, was seemingly more concerned. He focused his attention on her lower half, examining her loaded diaper, “This is not good. Unless a professional Little broke into our home, she definitely shit herself while trying to resist the onesie. There’s no telling how much knowledge she’s permanently lost. There’s a chance she won’t even remember her own name. If this gets out, we are f-”

“This won’t get out, Clarky. Take a look for yourself,“ Rene said with a devilish smirk as she held up one of Cindy’s hands for Clark to see. He was speechless and a little bit repulsed when he saw her fingerprints were melted clean off, “What the fuck?! Is she a spook? A spy?”

Rene cackled, walking over to Cindy’s backpack and flipping it upside down to allow the several thousands of dollars worth of stolen goods to tumble out. She looked to Clark with a satisfied grin, “Not a chance. We caught ourselves a thief who accidentally regressed her mind to that of an infant,” She leaned in close and spoke slowly so that Clark would listen intently to every word that left her glossy lips, “Now, we could turn her loose, which would no doubt result in our research going public, and us potentially seeing jail time for having experimental tech in our home. Or, we can see this as the golden opportunity this is. You said you wanted a lab rat anyway. I’d say this couldn’t have worked out any better.”

Clark felt a bit of guilt over the idea of retroactively kidnapping someone when there was a definite chance he could restore her to a somewhat normal, cognitive state. Even so, as he looked down at her, smiling brightly in her sleep, he couldn’t help but think that this was fate. Not only did he need someone to test ideas on, but he’d also wanted a playmate for so long. This was his chance to have the little sibling he’d always wanted. He grinned, satisfied with the logical decision he came to, “I think I have to agree with you, Rene.”

“Shall we wake her up now? I’m excited to get to know the new Little I’ll be caring for,” said Rene, patting Cindy’s head and causing the mentally regressed girl to chortle softly in herself. She was forced to cover her mouth with her hands to keep herself from squealing at the girl’s adorable reaction.

Without asking first, Clark took the initiative and lifted the crib bars into place as Rene backed away, effectively locking Cindy inside. He gave his wife an innocent, yet seductive smile. “Let’s not wake her up just yet,” he said, rubbing his thighs together in anticipation, “Besides, I stiwll wan ma pway timb wit Mommy.”

Chuckling, Rene scooped up Clark in her arms and escorted him out of the nursery, lightly scolding him along the way, “So needy. You’re gonna have to learn to share, you know, but I guess I can let you be greedy for one more night.” She shut the door behind them, turning off the lights so that the glowing mobile was the only thing left to brighten the nursery.

Cindy was once again left alone, unaware that her newfound family had already discovered her. She was in for a world of fun tomorrow and she didn’t even know it yet. She snuggled the crumpled blanket back onto her body, her babyish dreams never skipping a beat. Her days as a notorious thief were now officially over, while her days as a Little were only getting started.

THE END.