She's been given every opportunity: her parents set her up in a nice, clean apartment, enrolled her in this semester's college courses, and set her on her way to becoming a bright, capable young woman.
And she squandered it. Night after night she partied with her new school friends, soon turning into day after day of ignoring all of her newfound adult responsibilities.
A few months into her thoughtless lifestyle, she could no longer procrastinate one task: checking her email. Ella logged in, skimming through the most recent messages. Notifications from professors about mis...
She's been given every opportunity: her parents set her up in a nice, clean apartment, enrolled her in this semester's college courses, and set her on her way to becoming a bright, capable young woman.
And she squandered it. Night after night she partied with her new school friends, soon turning into day after day of ignoring all of her newfound adult responsibilities.
A few months into her thoughtless lifestyle, she could no longer procrastinate one task: checking her email. Ella logged in, skimming through the most recent messages. Notifications from professors about missed assignments she hadn't even known about, extracurricular opportunities, job listings... all she scrolled past, in pursuit of something less mentally stimulating.
She paused on the newest message - from an unknown sender, "DON'T DELETE THIS!!! READ IMMEDIATELY."
The following message warned Ella by name of her childish pursuits, threatening to curse her to permanent babyhood should she not forward this message on to others in her position. With an eye roll, she shut her laptop to the message, moving on from the attempt to tackle her overflowing inbox. As soon as the screen closed, she was overtaken by a blinding headache...
... and just like that, she was cursed. Pink fleece footie pajamas were zipped up tightly on the once-woman, now thickly diapered, mindless baby. All signs of thought gone from her eyes, she rolled around on the bed and played with her favorite plush baby toys. What was left of her adulthood burned inside her as the thick padding (already wet without her knowledge) pressed its warm wetness against her most sensitive area.
With only the capability to focus on simple things like diapers and toys, Ella remembered her favorite toy from her life before - the buzzy one next to her bed. She crawled over, pulled it out, began to play, and... the battery ran out! Poor baby Ella, too simple-minded to understand why her favorite toy stopped making her feel so good so she couldn't help but throw a tantrum. Whining, moaning, and kicking her little feet in frustration, her fit is as weak as it is pathetic. Before she tires herself out, she refocuses her attention and pulls a pillow between her legs. The extra bunched-up padding presses more firmly against her diapered pussy, and before long she cums into her wet diaper.
Finally satisfied, Ella returns to playing with her toys, content with this being the rest of her life from now on.
