Clea had always had a strange fascination with diapers. Every time she walked past an Amazon and excused herself while making her way around those giant legs, her mind wandered into secret fantasies about how easy it would be for one of those giants to put her across their knee, punish her for ‘pretending to be big’, and then putting her back into diapers where she ‘belonged’.
Of course such things weren’t done in their part of the world, and hadn’t been for a long time. It was awful, and not something which Clea really wanted. It would be disgusting, quite frankly, and she shouldn’t even want to roleplay things which were rumored to still happen in other places. But just the thought of a giant man (or, maybe even a giantess, to be extra degrading) – thinking of her as nothing more than a little -
Clea blinked, realizing that she’d zoned out during the house party, just as one of her friends had wandered into her room. Melissa emerged a moment later, looking a little flushed, and asked for the way to the bathroom. One of Clea’s housemates showed her the way, and the elegant, tall woman (well, she was really just a Betweener) nodded and marched off.
Clea felt a pit grow in her stomach. She smiled at some people, and made her way to her room, where she locked her door, and went to her closet. After lifting her pile of strategically placed laundry she found what was hidden there, and was fairly sure the package of diapers was undisturbed. They were just thin medical diapers, far thicker than panties at least, but not quite how Clea imagined them. They still crinkled enough that Clea had to be extra careful the few times she wore them at night, trying to remind herself that surely her flatmates couldn’t hear the crinkles as she play-waddled to her bed to get under her covers. She wasn’t sure why she even now suspected… But no…
When the party quieted down, Clea brushed her teeth and crawled into bed, and began to debate whether she should just get rid of the not-so-well-hidden diapers. She had been telling herself that surely nobody would go into her room, but had forgotten how many people were actually thieves, or were just nosy… But no, that was crazy, and she’d spent far too long trying to find the confidence to buy them in the first place…
It was a week later when Bianca invited her on the trip. “Oh we’re all going,” she said, counting off on her fingers. “Rachel. Naomi. Shelly…”
Clea nodded along, noting that they were all Betweeners. And they wanted to her invite her?! She hadn’t really thought of herself as, well, cool enough, for their group, but she must have really impressed them some way. Either way, it wasn’t like she could afford to just spend-
“And we’ve decided that we’ll pay for your part!” Bianca chipped with a big smile, “As our way of repaying you for that great party.”
Clea perked up. It hadn’t exactly been her party, since her housemates had done most of - Well, a free trip?!
“So, um, when do we leave?” Clea asked with a nervous smile.
That night Clea lay in bed, thinking about what else this trip might give her a chance to see for real in person… Though who knew how much was just rumors. It seemed to be extra hard to find any details online about it, and then to differentiate what was real and what was kinky stories by people like her. As much as she obsessed over the series of posts claiming to be a girl who was using her mommy’s computer, asking for help to get back home but too embarrassed to give her name or any details, before finally posting that was worried that ‘Mommy’ was putting a password on her computer and not posting again in the three years since, Clea really doubted anything as kinky as the things that author had written could really have happened. From her lost clothes while swimming, to being sent to an orphanage, to failing her potty training test and being taped into oversized diapers, to being adopted by a giantess who believed in strict parenting, to being taken out in public in a place where no giant acknowledged her as being more mature than three…
Clea soon had her saved copy of the story up, and lost herself to it for a few hours, imagining what it might be like if it were real. Would the girl have escaped and gotten back home? What if she was still there all these years since the giantess had seemingly changed the password… Watching only the most immature cartoons, having a bedtime in a crib, being spoonfed in a highchair or even breastfed, being spanked and only ever addressed as a child, having a wardrobe of onesie and babydoll dresses and shortalls, wearing the thickest of diapers all the time with no escape except when she was being changed or bathed…
Afterwards she reminded herself that was gross, and it would be disgusting, to want to see real people really reduced to, well, functional babies, all to satisfy her lifelong fantasies. Of course it probably wasn’t all real, and she was just letting her imagination run wild...
It was a few days later when Clea sat on the plane, flanked by her Betweener friends. One of the stewardesses had referred to her as your girl while addressing the others, which had caused Clea to blush, but then she was used to the occasional mixup, and was still constantly carded anywhere she went. Betweeners told her it was a good thing, to always look youthful, but a part of Clea wanted to start trying on more mature makeup and bigger heels when she got back. Of course it was just one stewardess...
The airport was a flurry of giant legs and moving bodies. Clea struggled through with her friends, looking around in wonder. She actually did see a diaper, at least before it disappeared into the crowd moving away from her. She wasn’t sure the age of the wearer, but realized for the first time that even with a few Bigs back home she’d never seen a diaper scaled up to her own size like that before. She must have been gawking, because one of her friends reached out with a ‘Come along Clea!’ and began pulling her along.
She stumbled and blushed, though in truth was a little bit grateful for the wake of the crowd they left. They soon got outside, and started the short walk to their hotel. Rachel didn’t let go of her hand, however, and she had to somewhat skip to keep up, without much of a chance to even look around. She did see a giantess dressed like a nanny pushing a pram across the street, and started to gawk, but then was pulled along… Clea kept expecting that at any moment Rachel would let go of her hand, and would realize the embarrassing situation she’d put them both in, but it wasn’t until they walked into the lobby and approached the desk that Clea finally felt herself set free. She stood there rubbing her hand a little indignantly, though they didn’t seem to notice as they checked in and collected the keys. The massive clerk addressed each of them, but looked right over Clea…
“We’re here!” the others announced as they burst into the rooms where they’d be staying, and immediately began tossing suitcases onto beds. Clea had to use the bathroom, which was annoyingly oversized – a rare problem back home – and when she emerged and looked around for a bed she couldn’t seem to find the last one… It was only a moment later that the group was all talking about going out again, and so Clea left her suitcase by the door, planning to figure it out later. She didn’t exactly get a say in any of this. In truth that she wasn’t really a part of this group, so why had they even brought her? Did they feel sorry for her for having never traveled?
They were soon out walking again, and this time Clea was free to watch the world, though she opted to do it through her camera, snapping photos of the trees and buildings – which were generally bigger here – though in truth looking for giants, wanting to confirm something she’d long wondered without directly staring.
“Oh Clea!” Bianca said, “You just have to try these pudding cakes. They’re a local specialty!”
Clea blinked, and realized they’d stopped beside a vending machine. The group were all looking at her with big grins, and so Clea took the ‘pudding’ – more of a giant soft cookie really – and bit down on it. It was… nice, a little bitter perhaps. They continued along, and Clea could only focus on the giant pudding in her hands. It felt like the others were constantly glancing down at her. They spent a little time looking at some famous mural done by some artist or another, and Clea was bored out of her mind, eagerly chomping down on the pudding now. By the time they finally moved on, Clea was proud to have finished the entire thing, and was able to drop the wrapping in a nearby trash can. They continued along, and Clea began to feel like maybe she had this vacationing thing down after all.
“Oh look Clea, a playground.”
Sure enough, they were next to a looming fence which looked like it was for a playground, though there was a plastic barrier around the bottom and Clea couldn’t see in. There was a gap which didn’t offer much of - Wait, was that a guy Little who just waddled past? In the thickest diaper that Clea had ever seen beneath a blue t-shirt? No… It couldn’t have been...
“Do you want to go in Clea?” one of them asked with a big smile.
“N-No,” Clea insisted. She meant it. It was almost like they knew about her… Well, no, that was impossible. They were just having fun.
They shared smirks, but continued on. Clea frowned. It wasn’t funny. In a way it felt like they knew about her… Well, no… Maybe she should ask for a key, and she’d go back to the hotel room by herse-
“Excuse me? Ma’am?” Bianca said, and Clea felt her breath catch as she realized that her friend had for some reason addressed one of the biggest, sternest-looking, and frankly well-endowed giantesses around. “It’s about this Little here… She has diapers hidden in her closet, and secretly wears them to bed when she thinks that nobody knows, and-”
Clea blinked and tuned out. Her head was spinning. Wait, what?? What had Bianca just said??
“- if you’d know what to do about her?”
“Of course,” a deep, feminine voice boomed, and all of a sudden Clea felt herself being picked up by enormous hands. A kind of manhandling that was so illegal back that home that nobody would even dare think to do it. “If you’re not really a big girl, then you’ll need to be suitably looked after.”
“N-No!” Clea squeaked, “I a-am a b-big girl! I…”
Her mouth froze when she saw over the fence and into the playground. There were dozens of figures in there, though it was a bit hard to immediately recognize that many were Littles. She saw enormous diapers, waddling, crawling, short dresses, bare chests, shortalls, pigtails, hair bunches, bald heads, bonnets, a girl sitting with her legs spread by a thick diaper beneath a short dress and seemingly crying – though whether it was about the state she was in or because somebody took her dolly was unclear – empty strollers and prams, busty women wearing empty baby carriers, giant amazons bending over and helping the Littles ‘play’, and more Amazons standing around the edges chatting with big, and perhaps slightly nefarious, smiles… She saw one Amazon bending over and pulling out the back of a cute guy’s diaper to peek in, then she clucked and delivered a harm smack to his rear, and began pulling the diaper bag on shoulder around to her front to reach in while shaking her head.
The enormous woman holding Clea turned, and the sky-high view of impossible things spun away. The world started bouncing as the giantess walked. There was some giggling behind them which quickly grew distant.
“B-B-Big girl…” Clea found herself mumbling, “I’m an-an-an ad-d-dult…”
“Uh huh,” the giantess boomed, “We’ll see. We’ll have a potty training test when we get home. And if you fail that…”
Clea didn’t really hear the rest. It was all too much. It was like something out of her favorite stories. She didn’t really want this. She didn’t think it was all so real! This giant woman had a hand under her butt, and all this was just allowed here?!
They reached her house, and unfortunately passed through a white picket fence gate which would unfortunately be difficult to impossible for Clea to open, before going through the massive front door. The woman mentioned the nursery her niece sometimes stayed in, which hadn’t been used for a few weeks now, and Clea gulped as she saw the crib, and fully stocked changing table with a stack of impossibly-thick diapers. A little part of her drooled over that, but the rest wanted to run…
When the giantess pulled out the pink potty from the top of the closet, blowing dust off like it had long being given up on, Clea realized that if this was anything like her stories, she really should try to use that potty, or else things might be significantly worse. Although there was no way that she was undressing in  front of the- She squeaked as the giantess began undressing her, and tried in vain to cover herself as the giantess easily manhandled her and placed her on the potty. She was tense, but she knew she had to… Sure enough there was a tinkle, and Clea breathed a strange sign of relief as she filled up the potty.
“There?” she said nervously, glancing to her pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
“Good,”  the giantess boomed, “Now we know you’ve had a chance to go before your nap, and will have no excuse if you use your diaper.”
“My d-d-diap…” Clea whispered in shock, then gasped as the world spun again, and she found herself on her back on the changing table. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, as the woman shaved Clea bare down there – not that she had much to speak of – then positioned a huge diaper underneath her, raising her hips considerably in the process, sprinkled some powder on her and then rubbed it into her front and back, and finally pulled the enormous diaper up, taping what felt like a thick sandbag over Clea’s crotch.
“But… But…” Clea whined, as she was dressed into a full-bodied sleeper, followed by an enormous pacifier being pushed into her mouth and which was clipped to the front of the sleeper. She mumbled incomprehensibly around it, and then it seemed the giantess did something to it by pressing on the front, because it felt like it expanded and filled Clea’s mouth further, forcing her tongue down and muffling her voice even further.
And with that Clea was deposited in the crib with some loud crinkles as her padded bottom made contact with the mattress. The mobile was spun up, the shades were drawn, and the giantess turned on a baby monitor on a small table just out of reach. Clea looked around in a panic as the giantess left. This had to be a prank right? Her friends were… Were… Well they weren’t really her friends, weren’t they? She’d known that she wasn’t really ‘cool’ enough for their group… And, well, she had seen Melissa coming out of her room on the night of the party... There was no way that Melissa had thought Clea’s room was the way to the bathroom… Perhaps her housemates had had suspicions from the crinkles they’d heard, and Melissa had been the one brave enough to investigate…
Clea shifted, feeling so hot and sweaty already. The awful diaper was feeling slimy, and there was a strange sensation she couldn’t quite identify.
But they had acted so friendly towards her, and had even bought her that cookie, pudding, thi-
Clea gasped, feeling a pressure building in her backside, now that she thought about it. The pudding! It was a… It was a… She groaned, and grunted, falling forward onto all fours and hearing how loudly her diaper crinkled as she did so, even as muffled as it was beneath the thick sleeper. A moment later the diaper began to crinkle in the back for other reasons…
When the giantess returned what seemed an an eternity later, she wasn’t pleased to find Clea on all fours instead of sleeping in her crib, and flipped her on her back, tucked her in, and told her to sleep properly to prove that should could nap without needing a diaper. Clea’s angry cries of disgust and the crinkling of the diaper and plastic bedwetting sheets covered the loud and noticeable squish which came from the back of her diaper, though a giantess wasn’t distinctiveness by such things anyway.
By the time that Clea was released from the crib, almost at dinner time – which was to be in the highchair if Clea had proven that she needed it, the giantess announced – it was apparently close enough to a ‘suitable bedtime’ for a girl like Clea if she would indeed be staying, and that diaper was thick enough that she could wait until morning for a change. Still, the giantess opened up the back of the sleeper to investigate, and clucked as she quickly confirmed that Clea indeed needed diapers, and had lied about it so wouldn’t get any sweets at dessert. Clea perked up then, remembering the pudding that her friends had oddly encouraged her to eat, and tried to mumble about it all the way to the highchair. She squealed as she was placed down with another dull squish, then found some relief as the giantess popped the pacifier free, letting it dangle freely from where it was clipped to her sleeper.
“Fa puwdin!” she exclaimed, finding her mouth didn’t quite work right after so long with the pacifier in place. “Ith wath dah puwdin! It made meh do -”
She was interrupted as a giant spoon of bland mush was shoveled into her mouth.
“Yes I’m sure there’s some puddings that you can have when you’re good,” the giantess declared, “Maybe those pudding cookies. Though any day you get a spanking, it will mean no pudding for you.”
Clea gulped. She wasn’t asking for more pudding... Now it seemed the choices were between spankings, or terrible messy diapers, each day…
She looked around in desperation, when her eyes settled on an oddly familiar looking photo which was framed on the wall.
“Who dath?”
The giantess didn’t miss a beat as she shoveled another spoonful into Clea’s mouth
“Hrm? Oh, that’s my niece, Bibi. She’s your new cousin, she’ll be a good influence on you.”
Clea squinted at it, then realized why it looked so familiar. It looked quite a lot like the blurry avatar photo posted with her favorite story, the one with the girl who was using her ‘Mommy’s’ computer before going offline years ago. Clea had thought it was a bad photo composite, made to look like a girl with pigtails had had snapped a quick picture with a webcam, covered with a layer of blur… But no, she recognized that unique silhouette now that it was unblurred…
Oh, god, it was real?? All this time?? And the girl had been here just a few weeks ago, and so was still in this situation all these years later?? She had mentioned in her updates about how she was worried about how she was regressing, so what would three years have done to her??
Clea thought back to the many twists and turns of her favorite story, including how ‘Bibi’ had implied a passing curiosity about diapers which had motivated her trip overseas to ‘just get a look’. She’d mentioned how extra-awful it was staying with ‘Auntie’, since the woman listened like a hawk on the baby monitor, and even just gently rubbing her diaper was always caught and severely punished. Bibi described how awful it would be if that woman ever adopted a Little, since they would learn ‘their place’ without hope of any occasional mature moments which many Littles got which partly kept them sane and from regressing too much… But then Bibi was sure that she would never find out if Auntie adopted, because surely the reader of her messages was organizing a rescue right now. Though as she’d posted more updates she began to wonder where that rescue was, and fretted that the reader presumed it was just a dirty smut fantasy, warning if they didn’t take it seriously and made her mistake of coming here, they would end up the same way, thinking if only they had listened...