Pacifying perfection

Chapter 1
The full story

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Chapter Description: A cheerleader fights for her mental survival after her friend goes a little insane.

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The first thing Jasmine noticed was her pounding headache. To many vodka’s the night before at that party. It swam up through her unconscious state rousing her from her dreams, she groaned and tried to raise a hand to massage her head only to find her hand wouldn’t move. Still being partially asleep this didn’t bother her for a moment, although a dream induced uneasy feeling began to mingle with the headache. She tried to roll over in bed only to find she couldn’t move and her orientation felt skewed. Perplexed but still very much half asleep she opened her hazel eyes.

Instantly she was wide awake. She was in her dorm room in her white night shirt and grey shorts, she even had her pink fluffy slippers on, but she was tied to her desk chair. Thick rope bound her. Sat on the opposite side of the room was her dorm room buddy Carrie. A short stocky woman with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. She sat on the edge of her bed, her green eyes coolly assessing the blonde cheerleader as the 18 year old slowly woke up and regained her senses. A smile played on the Carrie’s face.

"Ooh Jazz is finally awake is she."

Jasmine struggled for a few minutes more against the expertly tied bindings, her ankles were bound to the chair legs, her arms were strapped the her sides. She was stuck fast. What sort of joke was this?

"What time is it?" Jasmine asked. In her freshly woken state, the question seemed important.

Carrie calmly looked at her watch

"About nine thirty in the morning. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, not too bad thanks" Jasmine relaxed, there wasn’t much point in struggling and she had known Carrie since they had been in grade school. This was probably some strange prank. A very strange one. They stared at one another for a few moments before Jasmine broke the silence.

"So...are you going to untie me or what? I never figured you for a girl into bondage Caz." A playful smirk danced across Jasmine’s beautiful face. But Carrie simply sat there; watching.

Jasmines playful smile faltered and then disappeared altogether. Se suddenly burst into a frantic struggle. "For fuck sake Caz! Untie me already!" She continued to try and twist and pull and eventually tired herself out. She dropped her head, her long blond hair falling in front of her face as she breathed deeply.

"You know, you make me sick" Carrie spoke so quietly that at first Jasmine thought she had imagined the words she had barely heard. She looked up to find Carrie had crossed her legs and was was glaring at the bound cheerleader..

"What?" Jasmine stared at her room mate a mixture of confusion and dread was slowly creeping into her. "Carrie? What are you on about?"

"Don’t play games with me little miss perfect. I’m sick of you. All of you." The venom in Carrie’s voice would have made Jasmine recoil had she not been tied up.

"...I...don’t understand." Jasmine stumbled, she had been nothing but the best of friends to Carrie and she tried to recollect anything she might have done to annoy her.

Carrie got up from her seated position, she ignored Jasmine’s words as she circled around the captive.

"I mean look at you. Just look at you, perfection in every single way. Captain of the cheerleaders, stunningly beautiful, popular but not conceited with it, perfect scores in all the exams you sit. It’s JUST. NOT. FAIR!. You can’t be beautiful AND clever. That’s not the way it works, and then there’s Mark. Don’t even get me started about him!" Carrie threw her arms up in the air in frustrated exacerbation.

Jasmine sighed.

"This is about Mark isn’t it?" It all suddenly made sense. "Look, Caz, I’m sorry. Mark told me about you and him, about how he had asked if you would tutor him through Maths. He admitted it to me the other night, he didn’t want me to find out that he was failing. He was too embarrassed to ask me to help him so he asked you. He...told me that you had confessed strong feelings for him. I’m not angry at you. He still wants to be your friend, but...well...you know that me and him have been an item for over a year now and well he’s happy with me. We’re happy together. You’re my friend and I know how..."

"SHUT UP!" A stinging slap across Jasmine’s pretty face stunned her into silence and they both stared at one another, both shocked by the sudden impact. Then Carrie pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, her shoulders slumped, she seemed tired. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper.

"You just don’t get it do you." Jasmine struggled to hear, the blood was pounding around her ears, her head still ringing from the slap and the fact that she had a pounding headache from the party the night before. Carrie continued to talk, her voice rose a notch

"Me and Mark. We are meant to be together. He, just doesn’t know it. He doesn’t understand how great we would be together. I’ll show him though."

Jasmine watched her deranged friend carefully.

"Carrie, have you been feeling okay? You’re not acting like yourself." despite this strange turn of events Jasmine was concerned for her friend. Sure she was a little pissed off at being bound and slapped, but something bigger was going on here and Carrie clearly needed some sort of counselling or psychiatric help.

"Oh, I’m perfectly fine Jazz. In fact I’m better than fine. I’m finally going to stop living in your perfect shadow." She pulled something triumphantly from the pocket of her jeans and it took Jasmine a moment to realise what it was.

"A baby’s pacifier? CAZ! Are you pregnant? Did Mark..." Jasmine let her question trail off, she couldn’t even contemplate Mark and Carrie together. Carrie had an astounding mind but she was a bit of a shy wallflower and always had been, even since the first tender days of the two girls friendship. Carrie wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t exactly pretty either. Carrie was plain; average; forgettable. Jasmine enjoyed their friendship though, well at least until today where Carrie was acting unhinged to say the least. Maybe the stress of the final year exams coming up had toppled her friend over the edge.

"No Jazz, I’m not pregnant, but I will have a baby really soon" Carrie giggled maliciously. "I’m going to turn you into a baby."

Jasmine visibly relaxed and actually let out a nervous chuckle.

"A baby? What you mean dress me up, parade me around. Embarrass me a little so that my reputation will be in tatters and Mark will leave me? It won’t work Carrie. Me and Mark, we love each other completely. I really am sorry he turned down your advances but there’s plenty of other fish in..."

"Don’t patronise me Jazz. I know EXACTLY what I’m doing. I just wanted to explain to you before actually doing it so I could watch. Gloat a little. You know, in that James Bond villain sort of way"

Jasmine felt confused as she looked at the baby’s pacifier. Carrie held it up in front of Jasmine’s brown eyes and waved it back and forth.

"When I pop this into your mouth it will activate a magic spell. It will alter reality to make everyone see you as a one year old dumb drooling infant. They will forget that adult you even existed."

Jasmine laughed out loud this time and another stinging slap stunned her into silent submission. Carrie looked at her captive sternly, then the stern expression softened into an almost motherly seriousness.

"I’m not finished explaining, baby." Sarcasm dripped from her last word.

"You won’t be able to remove the pacifier from your mouth until one hour is up, by which point your mind will have degenerated to the same age that everyone sees you as. You’ll still have your perfect body, but mark certainly wont be seeing you as the blonde bombshell that you are. He will just see you as a cute wittle baby." Carrie giggled like a hyper school girl and pinched jasmine’s cheek. "Giving me free reign to make my moves on him, while you wet your diapers and drool down your chin."

"Diapers? Carrie, look...let me go and we’ll forget about this okay. I think you need to go see a doctor, stress does funny things to people and well, I guess you’ve just been pushing yourself hard over exams."

Carrie wasn’t really listening, she was quietly contemplating the dummy she held in her hand. She slowly dropped her hands to her side and tilted her head coyly, her green eyes sparkling.

"Tell you what. You suck the dumdum like a good little girl for one minute and I’ll set you free."

Jasmine sighed. If this would end this crazy little game of Carrie’s then she couldn’t see a problem with humouring her. She opened her mouth compliantly and let Carrie insert the pacifier. Jasmine sucked on it a couple of times watching the glee spread across Carrie’s face.

"Spit it out Jazz. Go on. I bet you can’t can you?" Carrie practically shivered with pleasure.

Jasmine smiled behind the pacifier and went to spit out the soother when the smile instantly vanished from her face. The action she needed to perform with her mouth muscles seemed to be mentally missing. She couldn’t visualise how to get rid of the thing in her mouth. Instead she continued to automatically suck on it. Carrie clapped her hands happily.

"Told you told you. Do you believe me now!" She hurriedly glanced at her watch. "Ten to ten, in one hour you’ll be mentally incapacitated into a baby. Ooooh how exciting. Better get a diaper on you quick. Apparently it’s your bladder control that you lose first in the mental regression."

"Dis ish impossbul" Jasmine struggled to say coherent sentences behind the large pacifier bulb and she blushed. Carrie dropped to her knees and true to her word she began untying the ropes that bound her room mate to the chair. The minute there was any leeway in her bondage Jasmine began struggling to pull her hands free.

"Hang on hang on. I’m just doing it" Carrie chuckled and very quickly jasmine had her hands free which instantly went to her mouth to pull the pacifier free. She pulled at the ring, she tugged and twisted but it just seemed to stay stuck fast. It wasn’t glued in. it still moved in her mouth freely and her mouth still contently sucked on it, but she couldn’t remove it.

"Why wont it come owt?" She felt frustrated as Carrie finished untying the ropes that bound her legs. Jasmine jumped to her feet and immediately threw herself at Carrie, the two tumbled to the floor and the blonde cheerleader pinned the brunette to the dorm room floor.

"Get it owt. Dis isunt funnee" She felt humiliated about her distorted speech but more importantly she felt scared. If this part of Carrie’s crazy plan seemed to actually be working what about the rest of it. The cheerleader sat on top of Carrie who just seemed to be grinning from ear to ear.

"awww, don’t you look adorable poppet, shall Mommy Carrie get baby into some nice think diapers before she has an accident. You’re going to look sooo cute!"

Jasmine shook Carries shoulder, trying to get the crazy woman to shut up.

"Knock it off. I’m notta baybee" Suddenly there was a weird feeling in her stomach and Jasmine looked down to see a wet spot form on her grey shorts. This spot quickly spread into a large flood as she wet herself uncontrollably whilst sat on top of Carrie. Jasmine let go of Carries shoulders and jumped up onto her feet pulling her hands to her crotch far too late as the last few drops emptied from her bladder. Carrie had jumped to her feet, her t-shirt and jeans soaked from her mentally regressing friend accident. Jasmine just stared at the urine dribbling down her exposed legs to be soaked up by her fluffy pink slippers

"I...how...wha?

"Awww, now see, this is exactly what I was talking about sweetie. You need your diapers, you’re far to young for potty training yet"

The 18 year old captain of the cheerleaders stood there in her piss soaked pyjamas She wanted to hit Carrie, she wanted to scream. She could feel her clothes stuck to her and already cooling with the air. Suddenly taking Carrie by surprise, she made a bolt for the door. She had to get out and away from the mad girl. She had to get to the doctors, find someone who could help.

She flung open the door and made a dash for it right out into the hallway, down one and then another, Carrie gave chase but Jasmine was fit and athletic, and her speed was no match for Carrie’s, Jasmine’s heart pounded from fear as she turned the corner and collided with none other than her boyfriend Mark. Relief washed over her

"MAWK! Fank goodness." Jasmine paused feeling foolish for sounding so infantile as well as being covered in her own urine, but she continued to speak, needing to get this out before Carrie arrived "Ca-wee has turned into a cway-zee...." Suddenly she found herself being hoisted into the air and hugged tight. She squealed at the unexpectedness of her feet leaving the ground, but being a cheerleader she was used to being thrown about. Still Mark very rarely showed this much affection outside of the bedroom.

"How’s my ikkle Jazzy today. Unka mark missed you. Yes he did. Yes he did." Mark rubbed noses with jasmine as she squirmed in his grasp.

"Mawk put me down, lissen...Cawee..."

"Shall we go see Mommy? Why are you out in the corridor by yourself anyway? Did you crawl all the way out here by yourself? "

Jasmine felt chills run down her spine.

"no. I’m notta baybe"

"Oh..." Mark held her out at arms length and studied his girlfriend.

"And looks like someone had a biiiig accident. Did you go weewee? Did you? Who made a big mess? Was that you? I think it was. Where’s your diaper sweetie?"

Jasmine pulled at her hair. Mark didn’t seem to be listening to her, or worse, perhaps he couldn’t understand her. She felt sick.

At this point Carrie came running round the corner wheezing from the exertion.

"MARK!" the surprise in her voice was evident and she saw him holding his girlfriend out gingerly. A large rather evil looking smirk spread across her face

"Jazzy! There you are you little imp. You’re a very naughty baby. You made Mommy worry"

Jasmine struggled against Marks hold but he had her tight.

"Mark. Have you come over to see us? Perfect timing. I was just trying to get Jazz dressed and well..." Carrie pulled at her own t-shirt to show Mark the fact that she herself was soaked in Jasmines pee.

"..we had a little accident. Do you mind coming back to my room while I get the little widdler and myself sorted?"

Mark shook his head and grinned. "Not at all. I was coming over anyway to see if Jazz maybe wanted to go to the park I know she likes watching the cheerleaders practising and its coming up for a big game in a few days so they’re bound to be out on such a sunny day."

"Mawk lemme down. Lemme go" Jasmine pulled at his hands she squirmed and kicked and tears started to form in her eyes. She was scared by the way he was acting, she was scared that through all of this she still hadn’t managed to get rid of the pacifier.

The two capable adults walked back to Jasmine’s and Carrie’s room. With jasmine struggling all the way.

"Wow. Jazzy’s all cranky today huh!" Mark smirked as they entered the room and Carrie closed the door behind them.

"Look Mark. I need to get changed out of these wet things..." Carrie started but Mark butt in.

"If you want I can get Jazz changed while you sort yourself out." The delight on Carrie’s face positively radiated from her.

"Oh Mark that would be great. Her stuff is in that bag on my bed. I’ll be as quick as I can" Carrie smiled at Jazz, their eyes locked. Carries full of triumphant cockiness with Jazz’s deep brown ones pleading at her not to let this game carry on a moment longer. Carrie looked at her watch. It’s ten o’clock. I’m just going to go for a shower and I’ll be as quick as I can. She disappeared into the bathroom.

Jasmine looked at the clock on the wall, ten minutes out of her hour couldn’t have gone already. Would she really vegetate into an infantile state? She stared at the clock as she was carried over to Carrie’s bed. The clock. The numbers. They were just meaningless scribbles. She screamed then. A long loud scream of fear. Her pacifier still managing to stay in her mouth. The numbers. She knew that’s what they were called but the shapes all looked alien to her, what were they individually called. What order did they go. Mark had jumped at her sudden screaming and he petted her hair. He mistook her intensified crying as a sign that she was missing her Mommy

"It’s okay Jazz, mommy’s just gone for a shower she’ll be back in a few minutes. She hasn’t gone anywhere." Jasmine flinched from him and he smiled gently at her as he took the bottom corners of her night shirt and swiftly and effortlessly pulled it up and over her head. She hadn’t worn a bra to bed and as a result she suddenly found herself topless sat in her piss soaked shorts.

"Come on sweetie, be good for Unka Mark. Let’s get this done quickly so we can go see the cheerleaders. You like them don’t you. They said you could be their little mascot didn’t they. You’ll like that."

Mark pushed Jasmine down onto her back, and jasmine struggled against him, she tried to sit back up but Mark chuckled.

"My you’re a squirmer today. Wait while Unka Mark gets your diapers."

"Mawk peese no, lissen to me. I’m notta baybee, its sum magik twick" Jasmine tried to sit up but mark held her down with one hand whilst he fished in the nearby bag with his other hand. He pulled out one rather large very thick adult diaper. Jasmine’s struggling became more frantic.

"No mawk NO. pee..hee..hee.heeees" Jasmine started to sob uncontrollably as he pulled out a pack of baby wipes and some baby powder out of the bag too. Her sobbing made his brow furrow.

"ooh sweetie, shhhhh shhhh it’s okay, once we get you nice and snug you’ll be a much happier munchkin. Don’t cry."

He hooked his fingers round the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off, dropping them gingerly to the floor. Her exposed neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair on show to the room. Jasmine threw her arms across the face burying her shame in the cold darkness, trying to hide from what she was quickly resigning herself to the inevitable fact that her boyfriend was about to diaper her. He had seen her naked hundreds of times but he was looking at her with compassion now, not lust. Like some tender father figure rather than the randy boyfriend she was accustomed to.

She kicked out her legs at him but he firmly took her by her ankles. Carefully he cleaned her with a baby wipe making gentle cooing noises at her which just caused her embarrassment to increase tenfold. He then liberally sprinkled her with baby powder. Her sobbing continued, her face; a tear covered, snotty mess. He let go of her ankles so that he could unfold the plastic disposable diaper. Quick as a shot she jumped to her feet and tried to make it to the door but her legs felt wobbly and suddenly feeling off balance she managed three quick steps before she crumpled to the floor. Mark was instantly by her side lifting the naked 18 year old by the armpits and back up onto the bed placing her down on top of the unfolded diaper.

"Silly billy, where do you think you’re trying to go? Let Unka Mark finish first and then we can play okay?" He chuckled. "we’ll get to the park soon enough!"

Jasmine didn’t want to be diapered, she didn’t want to be a baby, she wanted to know how to count again, and she was petrified she had just lost her ability to properly walk. All those years as a cheerleader, her perfect balance and coordination, the medals and trophies her team had won. Wait? Did they even exist any more? According to Carrie, reality had wiped her existence from the world. Jasmines thoughts had preoccupied her, but she was shocked out of her lamentation when mark pulled the thick disposable up between her legs.

"Get offa me Get IT OFF!" She kicked and fussed but Mark was simply chuckling as he taped up the side tapes. Jasmine hated it instantly, the thick padding between her legs felt alien and cumbersome to her, she wasn’t a baby. She wasn’t. She had to find a way of communicating. She felt tired and as mark stepped back to admire his handy work, Jasmine looked down at herself, past her 36C cup breasts to the fluffy white plastic looking undergarment she now found herself wearing. Her crying had stopped simply because she was in too much shock to think about crying. Every little move she made felt padded. The crinkling was almost deafening.

Mark took this as a sign that all she had needed was a fresh diaper on and he nodded his approval.

"See Jazzy. There we go. Don’t we look cute? Yes we do! Yes we do." Suddenly mark was blowing on jasmines naked tummy and she found herself in raptures of laughter giggling and squirming trying to get away from his attack. Her boobs jiggling as she squirmed, trying to get out of his reach but helpless to do so. She hated that she was giggling like some toddler, but a small part of her felt joy, felt like she wanted a hug. Felt safe and content now that she was nice and dry.

Mark was digging around in the bag again.

"Right lets see what Mommy has for you to wear today....Ooooh, Jazzy look at this!" Mark pulled something very familiar out of the bag. It was Jasmines cheer leading outfit. A little purple and white t-shirt and short pleated skirt set. Mark began pulling the t-shirt over Jasmines head. She sat there stunned. She had dressed herself in this outfit hundreds of times. He threaded one of her hands in, and then the second. He then popped the skirt over her head and tugged it down so it sat on her waist. She sat there dazed. The whole experience was getting very out of hand She was going into shock, or was it something else. Was her mind melting, was she starting to believe she was an infant. She had barely put up a fight in being dressed like a young child and she hated herself for not struggling.

He lifted her from the bed and gently lowered her to the floor. She stood for a few moments as he took most of her weight, she looked down as was alarmed to see her cheerleader skirt came no where near to hiding her diaper. Anyone who looked at her would see it instantly. She tried to stand but as Mark began to relax his hold Jasmine could feel her legs buckling and soon she found herself gently lowered onto her very thickly padded butt.

"There we go little cheerleader. Just gotta wait for your Mommy and then we can go. Oh, maybe you need some booties or something?" He dug around in the bag again as jasmine played with her exposed toes. They looked fascinating and she giggled as she touched them, feeling ticklish she giggled behind her pacifier, then shook her head. No. She wasn’t supposed to be playing with her toes. She needed to get out of here. She had to find help. Suddenly she found Unka Mark pushing her to the ground and she flopped backwards kicking her feet out at him. Half in protest and half in playful happiness.

It was at this point that Carrie reappeared, dressed in a light green top and beige pants, she had that freshly washed glow to her and she smiled as she surveyed the scene.

On seeing Carrie, some of Jasmines adult mentality swam back up to the surface. That bitch had done this to her. She had to fight this. She had no idea how much longer she had left, as she sucked on the pacifier agitatedly. Carefully Mark threaded her bare feet into two fluffy purple booties.

"Aww I knew she would look perfect in that outfit." Carrie cooed looking down at the 18 year old baby. Jasmine waved her hands up at the woman, not sure she was trying to throttle the smug bitch or to get a hug.

"Ca-wee safe mee" Jasmine pleaded with Carrie but Carrie smirked and turned her attention to Mark.

" Right it’ll be about half ten when we get to the park, Cheer leading practice will be well under way by then. I’ll just grab a picnic blanket and her diaper bag and then we can go." Jasmine watched Carrie bustle about collecting up bits and pieces she had hidden in draws and under her bed. With everything collected Mark plucked jasmine up from the floor. Giving her diaper a playful pat.

"ready to go Jazzy. Are you excited?"

"YEAH!" Jasmine squealed happily and threw her arms around Unka Marks neck giving him a big hug. He chuckled and patted her back. "you’re much happier now huh!" He said, not expecting a reply. Carrie ruffled Jasmines hair, causing the teenager to whimper slightly, knowing something bad was happening, something her Mommy had done, but how could something bad be happening if they were going to the park? She rubbed her eyes and put her head on Marks shoulder allowing herself to be carried out into the hallway.

The two adults walked down the corridor, Jasmine felt confused. She knew something was missing. They bumped into Jasmine’s maths lecturer. Carrie and Mark nodded their acknowledgement of him.

"Morning you two. Morning Jazz" The tutor spoke happily seeing the adult baby. Jasmine twisted in mark’s grasp to see who was talking to her. The face looked familiar. Carrie spoke

"Morning Mr McAllister. Are you well today?" The tutor smiled. The name jogged Jasmines memory and suddenly she realised she was an adult, she wasn’t a baby. She felt fear thrill through her. She had to stay focused, had to keep her wits or this would all be over, for a moment there she had been blissfully ignorant, she had almost lost herself. She poked at her diaper, clearly on show, trying to point out to the tutor what had happened.

"Mista maalista..." Her speech was more slurred behind her pacifier than it had been a few moments ago, she stopped talking for a second, her tongue feeling uncoordinated. She couldn’t be loosing her talking ability already. This was just too cruel. She tried again. Her tongue even worse than a few seconds previously

"Maaaaamaaa" she burbled and Mark, Carrie and Mr McAllister all chuckled at her. Which frustrated her.

"Mama is right here sweety" Carrie stroked Jasmines hair and Jasmine, full of anger and hopelessness just buried her face in Marks shoulder again.

"awww looks like Jazzy is a little shy baby girl today. Are we going to see the cheerleaders! You’re happy about that aren’t you" Mark cooed at her and bounced her lightly in his grip. Ignoring her he turned his attention to their tutor.

"We’re taking her to the park to watch cheer leading practice. She loves them."

The tutor nodded. "That’s why she’s in that outfit? It’s just too sweet. Well have fun you two and see you in the class on Tuesday"

With a quick wave to the tutor, Mark and Carrie continued their intended journey. Jasmine watched from over Marks shoulder as she was carried out into the sunshine. She felt total despair. She couldn’t walk, she now couldn’t talk, not that anyone had been able to understand her anyway, she had lost her bladder control and was being carried around her college like she was a helpless infant, which was rapidly exactly what she was becoming, and everyone seemed to be treating it like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was completely and utterly trapped. Carrie was the only one who could save her. She had to find a way to appeal to her former best friend.

"Awwww just look at that." There was suddenly a chorus of squeals and excited chatter and Jasmine suddenly found herself being lifted backwards off of mark and into the arms of Charlotte Jones, second in command of her cheer leading squad.

All her old cheer leading team mates were suddenly bustling around her poking her nose, pinching her cheek, patting her hair. A few even patted her diaper. She was passed from girl to girl as they all gushed over how utterly sweet she was and commented on the cute copy of their cheer leading outfit. A couple of the girls held her hands and made them move in a series of Cheer leading cheer moves. Everyone laughed. Jasmine was blushing so hard by the end of it she was sure that her face could have fried an egg. She was plopped down onto the grass where for a second she thought she would be able to stand but she wobbled for a moment and fell heavily backwards onto her butt, falling completely flat on her back her already well exposed diaper being completely shown to her entire team.

"Awww baby felled down" one girl chided babyishly, to the giggles of a couple of others, and Jasmine desperately wanted to correct the girl’s grammar as she struggled to pull herself back up into a sitting position.

"Jasmine wanted to come watch you practice, so we brought a picnic blanket and were just going to sit out of the way and watch if that’s okay?" Mark smiled at the girls. The girls would never have denied Mark anything, he was that good looking and popular. They giggled in a smitten fan girl sort of way and Charlotte nodded her consent.

"Sure. Jazzy can watch, she’ll know all our moves before she turns two by this point". Isn’t that right sweetie." Charlotte gushed and once more Jasmine found herself being puppeteered by two of the cheer leaders into performing a few moves. Jasmine hated it. S he could normally perform difficult moves in her sleep, and here they were making her do basic air punches. She was plopped back down. Jasmine shrank back from the attention. Unable to really go anywhere what with being at the centre of a circle of cheerleader.

Jasmine felt sad as she was sat down on the grass like this with everyone stood towering over her. It made her feel really quite small and insignificant. The fact they were talking about her as if she couldn’t understand made her feel pretty miserable. She had coached this team, gotten them through some really difficult games and now she was nothing.

She felt a rather unpleasant gurgle in her stomach and she looked down in alarm.

~oh god, not here, not now!~ She thought as all of a sudden she was filling her first diaper with the contents of her bowels she went red in the face as she uncontrollably pushed a load into the back and she heard the diaper crinkle as it expanded to take what her bowels threw at it, her bladder gave way and she flooded the front. Wet sloppy farts alerted everyone to what was happening in the centre of the little congregation before the smell hit them and some of her old team chuckled while others audibly "ewwwed" and stepped back as their former team captain helplessly messed and wet herself like a real baby.

Charlotte decided that was enough of a distraction and clapped her hands.

"okay girls back into formation. From the top please!" this was enough incentive for the squad to disperse about 7 or 8 meters away and resume practice as Jasmine finished filling her diaper, she could feel the mess oozing across her backside and she tried to stay as still as she possibly could.. Her shoulders slumped and large fresh tears fell from her eyes. She wasn’t a baby. She wasn’t, she wasn’t, she wasn’t. She couldn’t see a way out of this. There couldn’t be much time left. All her grades, all her hard work, all undone.

"Oooh baby made a big stinky didn’t she" Carrie giggled. Jasmine looked up as her former friend grinned down on her. Carries smiling face brightened Jasmines mood and she felt herself lopsidedly grinning feeling like she’d just done something she should be proud of, not mortified about.

"Mamamama" She gurgled her legs kicked out uncontrollably. Suddenly she found her purple booties really fascinating, so she took a grab at one and being a supple cheerleader was able to bring the bootie right to her mouth. She tried to chew it but the pacifier was still in her mouth and hindered her attempt. She lay there on her back, feeling the soft texture of her bootie and loving every second of it. Her discoloured diaper on show to anyone who happened to look. She could smell the mess that she lay in, but she wasn’t overly fussed about it. Mommy would fix it. Mommy was the best. Mark stepped back from the smell and was about to speak to Carrie when one of the cheerleaders ran up to the picnic blanket.

"Mark, do you want to maybe help out a little, we’re missing one of our guys." the girl asked shyly. Mark looked at Carrie for approval and she nodded.

"I’m sure Jazz would enjoy seeing her Unka Mark taking part. It’ll be all right, I’ll change her. We’ll watch from here"

Mark, having done diaper duty only half an hour ago was eager to not be lumbered with it a second time so he took the opportunity.

"Be right back" he said cheerily giving jasmine a swift tummy tickle and Carrie a wave.

Carrie watched him go and then gently took Jasmine by the feet and slowly pulled the adult infant close into Carrie’s arms Carrie looked at her watch..

"There there Jazz. There there. Only a minute or so to go before that pacifier of yours has finished working its magic. I bet there’s not much left of you now. Is baby’s big grown up thoughts all gone? Are they? Are they?" Carrie chuckled as Jasmine drooled down her chin.

Jasmine knew she had to tell her Mommy something. Something really important. Her Mommy was naughty but she couldn’t remember why. She suddenly remembered and felt proud of herself. She looked down, cross-eyed at her binkie and with a determined tug she pulled it out of her mouth

"mamama thrrrrrpt" She blew a rather wet raspberry, her spit bubbles dribbled down her chin, then she happily plonked her binkie back into her mouth and giggled. She felt so happy, probably the happiest she had ever felt and she rubbed her hands on the picnic blanket enjoying the soft textile sensations.

Carrie pulled the adult infant towards her and gently directed Jasmines head onto Carries bosom.

"There there Jazz, Mommy will look after you. I did this so I wouldn’t be forever in your shadow and everyone still coos over you as if you’re the whole world. So I guess nothing much has changed." another chuckle escaped Carrie "...well accept your bum, that’s going to need changing a lot you smelly thing."

Carrie gently rocked Jasmine back and forth, Jasmine felt her eyelids growing heavy, she didn’t understand most of what her Mommy was saying but knew she loved her very much and really rather quickly Jasmine fell blissfully asleep. The mid morning sun was beautiful and Carrie too felt herself drifting off to sleep in the warmth, smug that the deed was done and Mark would soon be hers.

As soon as Carrie nodded off she shifted slightly in her position causing Jasmine to stir slightly. The 18 year old baby studied her Mommy Carrie muttered something in her sleep and then in one selfless act of sharing Jasmine pulled her pacifier out of her mouth and pushed it into her mommy’s mouth. Not realising that this act had in fact doomed her captor to exactly the same fate that had befallen herself. Happy that she had been a good girl, she snuggled back into a comfortable position and went back to her nap.

It was half an hour before Carrie woke to find her beige pants were completely soaked. She had wet herself in her sleep? She tried to push the still sleeping Jasmine off of her but found her limbs felt really heavy and uncoordinated. It was then that she noticed Jasmines pacifier was gone and her heart skipped a beat as she realised what she was sucking on. She looked down at her watch to find that time already had no meaning for her. She panicked as she pulled at her pants. Jasmine woke up groggily and smiled at her baby sister but her smile vanished when she saw the panic on Carrie’s face.

"DAAAADEEEE!" Jasmine squealed, causing Carrie to jump. Carrie’s green eyes widened with fear, as he watched Jasmine chew on her fist, knowing that soon she would probably be doing the same. This could not be happening. This wasn’t fair. This was not how it was supposed to go. Several large sobs escaped her and quickly she was wailing loudly. She didn’t want to be a baby. She liked being herself.

Mark came running over to the two women on the picnic blanket. He smelt jasmine from several paces away as she grinned up at him sat in her dirty diaper, but Mark looked perplexed when he saw Carrie.

"Caz! Where’s your diaper? How did you get that off you little rascal. Look at the mess you’ve made." he scolded as he pushed the original captor down onto her back and began stripping her of her urine soaked pants. All the while she protested, she kicked and baby babbled at him angrily as he stripped her from the waist down. Jasmine, being the good older sister helped by crawling over to the diaper bag and pulling out one of the diapers there. She held it up to daddy and he grinned at her ruffling her hair.

"Good girl Jazz, what a helpful little girl you are. I’ll change your dirty bum once I’ve finished with your little sister okay?"

As Carrie’s memories slowly continued to ebb, she couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of irony. How now both girls would get the man they had both been fighting for. She gurgled as her first diaper was pulled up between her legs it felt so soft and comfy and she grinned up at the man she loved. His name was daddy.

 

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