James started to move his hips back and forth, working himself deeper. He moved slowly at first, teasing her with the tip of his penis. Tara inhaled and exhaled, breathing hard as she panted with desire for him.

  She had thought his fingers felt good. She never imagined anything like this. And somehow, each time she tried to reach up and hold him, the straps held her down, but she liked that too. Knowing he was in complete control rushed hot pleasure through her body. Every inch of her skin thrummed and broiled with pleasure. Each and every nerve sang out as the world grew hot and molten with the fantastic ecstasy of every fantasy.

  James pumped harder, faster now, working them both up to new heights of desire. He pressed down and kissed her even as his fingers pinched her nipples. The tiny bit of pain mixed with the lingering traces of humiliated infantilism to make her come, hard. The pleasure of her first climax rocked through her body, but he hadn’t finished yet.

  Tara’s teacher continued to pump back and forth, sliding in and out, harder and faster. When she managed to get her eyes open, she saw a look of animalistic hunger on his face. At the same time though, she sensed he remained in perfect control until he finally started to orgasm.

  The pulsations tensed through his body. He held her close and continued to keep his mouth pressed down against hers as their tongues danced together. At the same time, he panted through his nostrils, breathing harder and coming harder than he ever had before.

  When he finally finished, James rolled off the changing table. He needed to blink a few times to reorient himself, but he didn’t mind since Tara would need even more time. She had her eyes clamped shut as she shuddered and finally went still, her chest rising and falling as her lungs struggled to catch up with the rest of her body.

  James grinned. That was perfect. She was perfect, and he intended to take very good care of his baby girl. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her. He reached down and touched her forehead, moving a stray bang of hair out of her eyes.

  She blinked a few times and smiled when she saw him. “Did you enjoy pretend time?”

  “Yes, Sir!” she said, her voice high and somehow sultry at the same time. He smiled at her, thinking their games of pretend would be a lot of fun. But for now, he had to get her dressed up again.

  “Then if you’re good we’ll be playing again, but for now, are you going to be a good baby girl?” He held up her next diaper.

  On Monday, Tara had showed up to his office thinking she would be able to beg. She had planned on pleading her case, but instead he offered her a contract, which Tara signed. She was supposed to get some more time or tutoring. Instead, he regressed her back to babyhood.

  Out on campus, when Tara took her other final exams, she almost felt like an adult again. She took the tests and looked out at everyone else, yet she wasn’t an adult, not really. She remained diapered. While James kept her locked in the plastic panties, he didn’t need to. Tara wouldn’t have risked offending her teacher and babysitter.

  When she met him back at his office and when they drove back to his house, Tara removed the jumpers and white dresses he let her wear to school. Then he had her put on footie pajamas or baby doll dresses that showed off her diaper.

  On Monday, she went to his office hoping for a better grade. By Friday, she had been completely diapered and barely remembered his final exam. For his part, James still had to be there to pass out the tests.

  Like on every other morning from that week, he let her out of her crib, checked her diaper, changed her, and fed her some mush and a bottle. There were times when she got fussy, but a spanking usually reminded Tara how to behave.

  But today, he wouldn’t be able to stay with her, so as she drank from her bottle, James looked down at her and explained, “I’m going to be gone for a few hours today, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

  She continued to suck on the warm liquid and didn’t think much about what he said. She had learned to give in and how good it felt to rely on him completely. James took care of her and made her feel loved and safe and small and deliciously dependent on him.

  “So I’ve gotten you a babysitter. She’s going to take care of you.”

  It took a few seconds for that to sink in. At the same time, Tara heard the front door open. He must have told someone to walk right in. Tara continued to suck and swallow, but her eyes locked onto the hallway. Simultaneously, Tara took in what she had on.

  Just a diaper and light pink t-shirt. She would look absurd, but then she reminded herself that she trusted James.

  A pretty girl walked into the living room and sat down at the end of the couch. She waved and grinned, almost as though she had to fight to keep the laughter down.

  “Now, Tara, this is Jessie. She’s going to be taking care of you while I’m gone. And if you misbehave, she will be able to punish you, not to mention she’ll tell me how you behaved and then I’ll discipline you as well.”

  Tara had never blushed so brightly. She was going to be babysat by this girl, someone she knew! Breathing hard, Tara nodded and hoped her former roommate would be a nice babysitter.

  The End

  (Want more? Check out Changing Corina by Devon Shire, now available at Barnes and Noble and Amazon)

  Changing Corina

  Devon Shire

  Their class sat in the lecture hall and listened as the guest speaker droned on through one PowerPoint presentation after another. Most of the students had their phones out, surreptitiously hidden behind the seat in front of them. A few more had out their laptops and pretended those clicks were for their notes rather than some online game. Plenty of screens were pointed right at Twitter or some other social network.

  The only student who seemed to be completely focused was the brown haired girl in the front. Back straight, she scribbled notes as the guest speaker droned on about some aspect of psychology. The group in the back didn’t really notice.

  Instead, they were busy whispering back and forth. In most cases, this would have been incredibly rude. Fortunately, their professor had stepped out for some coffee, and the lecturer didn’t seem to notice no one paid any attention.

  One guy sat in the row farthest back against the wall. His two friends were clustered in the next set of seats. Their little triangle made it look as though he were in charge, an impression Brandon seldom wished to discourage.

  Right then, he needed every advantage he could get. What he just proposed sounded insane. Even Brandon knew pulling this off might be close to impossible. Yes, he had his fantasies and hoped it could work, but actually trying something like this? His friends stared back at him like he was insane.

  So he just had to convince them it would be so epic, they had to try.

  “This presentation is worth what, sixty percent of our grade?”

  “Seventy,” Alexa said. Brandon smiled at her. Although he didn’t see a reaction, he knew she melted a little inside. Since high school, Brandon had the charm and good lucks to get most girls to go along with his plans. Before graduating, that usually meant taking a couple extra shots or wearing some especially sexy Halloween costume. Right then it meant something very different.

  “Exactly,” he said, slapping his palms on his knees. “When this works, we will have done something truly awesome. There’s no way Professor Barret will give us anything but A’s. Plus Corina will be the center of attention.”

  Mentioning the name of Alexa’s rival helped win Brandon some extra points. Ever since the beginning of the semester, Alexa had decided she disliked the brown haired teacher’s pet who sat up front, center, each class meeting. She read and reread each chapter so many times that no one with any kind of social life had any chance of catching up.

  Besides, Brandon suspected that Alexa disliked the bookworm because Corina had the potential to be very sexy. Brandon wasn’t so sure, but she definitely had something going for her. She had rounded, girlish features, bright eyes, and on those rare occasions when she laughed, it sounded more like a toddler’s giggle. Very cute, and it all made Brandon wonder how deep those infantile impulses actually went.

  Although Brandon could have almost any girl he wanted, he had a special desire. He wanted to see a girl in diapers, reduced to back to babyhood. He wanted to see this girl crawling and begging to be fed. Once or twice, he had seen girls on campus with pacifiers or in footy pajamas for some costume contest. Those sights always made him want this a little more. And now he had a plan.

  If things went right, he would have Corina too.

  But he wanted his friends’ help.

  Alexa brought his attention back to the lecture hall, though not to the guest speaker. That guy was still about as interesting as watching a documentary on vacuums. Someone else might have cared, just not Brandon.

  “Look,” she said. “I think it’s a good idea, but it’s risky.”

  “A bit,” Brandon said.

  Steven went to help his friend. He had always been very much in love with Alexa, so Brandon wondered when his friend would get the courage to do something about it. “It’s just what happens if she tells the professor?”

  “We won’t give her the chance.” Brandon leaned down a little closer, “If you guys don’t want to do it, we won’t. But just stop and think about how cool this could be. We could get her in here, everyone would see, maybe chuckle a little, we talk about forced regression with the perfect visual display, and we are legends in this department way past graduation.”

  Alexa’s lips tightened as Steven looked back to her. Steven had to know what she would decide, so Brandon decided he needed their female friend’s support more than anything.

  “Do you like her?”

  The expression on Alexa’s face shifted from thoughtful contemplation to surprised annoyance. Her mouth puckered as if she ate something unexpectedly sour. “No. Of course not. She’s a brat. She thinks she’s way too cool, way too smart. She’s not nearly as special as she thinks.”

  “So help me show the world.”

  Alexa nodded, “Will I get to tease her?”

  “Oh yes,” Brandon said. He wanted Alexa there to remind Corina how far she fell. Each and every little humiliation would push his prospective baby girl closer to becoming a toddler once again. Because he intended to take away her adulthood and make her his baby doll. She would learn to like it, he decided.

  “Alright then,” said Alexa. “I’m in.”

  “Me too,” Steven said.

  “Perfect. So this is what we do,” Brandon said as he began to explain his plan. He already had everything set up back at his apartment.

  Unlike Most of her classmates, Corina didn’t care about the upcoming spring break. She was determined to graduate early, so almost all of her time went to studying. She didn’t have time for parties or fun. And yes, the stress got to be very intense. For most of the students who ran similar schedules, it came down to parents or the pressure of keeping a scholarship. Corina wasn’t very close with her family, and she saved plenty of money for college while back in high school. It helped that she still had a part time job as a teller at a local bank, though she hated the work.

  After graduating, Corina didn’t know what she was going to do. She just knew she had to get there and as fast as possible. She wanted to be a success, though she had no idea what that meant. Sometimes the questions about her future bothered her, but then she just worked harder.

  Very rarely, when she was too tired to continue, Corina might lay down and feel the strain of the schedule she led. It was hard, always studying, always working, never having any fun. Since starting college, she was so focused on her classes and homework that she didn’t really have any friends. Once in a while, she let herself daydream about the idea of friends or a boyfriend. She saw some of the cute boys walking between classes and laughing or the clusters of other college kids as they talked about parties or movies, and for a little while, Corina wished she were one of them.

  But then she would remind herself of some paper or upcoming exam. There was too much to do and she didn’t want to slow down. During her freshman year, a guy from her geology class came up to her and asked her out. She had to study though, and said the same thing. Corina didn’t regret the choice, mostly.

  Spring break meant some extra time to study, though she didn’t really need it. A free weekend here and there would have been plenty of time for her to study and get her homework done. She would probably ask her manager for some more hours at the credit union. She had to stay busy.

  Her frantic schedule left her pretty tired though. Even as the psychology lecture ended, Corina felt the weight of exhaustion in her joints, her breath, her pulse. The constant running from place to place left her pretty drained, but it was almost the weekend and she could catch an extra hour or two of sleep. That would be plenty.

  One of her professors heard about her schedule and asked if she thought there would be any regrets. After all, this was college, a time to party and enjoy the last vestiges of childhood mixed in with the freedoms of being an adult. Corina smiled politely and said that she was ambitious.

  Her answer didn’t feel entirely right.

  All of those half-regrets and hesitations were just a function of fatigue, Corina decided as she crossed campus. She had already survived a busy day. There were quizzes in her first two morning classes after which she sat through the psychology lecture, and then she studied for another four hours in the library.

  As she stepped back outside, the cool air helped wake her up a bit, but she still had a long trek back to her car. Because it was the Friday before vacation, the campus was pretty much deserted. Even the professors and staff seemed to have closed down early. Yes, the buildings remained officially unlocked and open, but Corina suspected anyone with office hours would find a convenient excuse to be elsewhere today.

  Sighing, she made it past the administrative building where students applied for financial aid and consulted their counselors. She glanced around, a little nervous now because she didn’t see anyone. Even the coffee house had closed early. It felt like she was all alone except for the trees and buildings.

  Corina ignored the feeling and kept going until the same lethargy of sleepiness settled down on her. She probably should have gone with the first instinct of nervousness. If she had, she may not have cut across the grass or pass so close to the next building’s blind corner.

  She didn’t hear them and never thought a group of friends would be waiting for her. She always parked in the same lot since she had no idea that someone would want to take her.

  But then she stepped past the building and a pair of arms looped around her waist. Corina inhaled to scream, but a third hand clamped over her mouth. It held something soft and vaguely wet. The scent of something chemical filled her nostrils.

  Chloroform, she thought through the frenzy even as her body went on autopilot and tried to fight back. Corina tried to punch out, but she wasn’t especially muscled and there were two, no three people. Corina didn’t recognize them. Two guys and a girl.

  The first guy had spun her around and tried to lock her in a bear hug. He was handsome, she thought in some corner of her mind. That thought didn’t keep her from trying to punch him though. But then the other girl grabbed her right hand. The left was snatched up by the second boy.

  That left the third one to hold the cloth to her mouth and nose. Corina took a long and deep breath to try to scream. There had to be someone on campus to hear her. And even though she realized this was probably some stupid joke, maybe a fraternity prank or something, Corina didn’t care. She wouldn’t let them do this to her!

  That was her last thought before darkness swept up and took her to a peaceful nap.

  Awareness crept back slowly. Her body floated for a long time. Drifting in the dark, she didn’t really think. The only sensations she experienced were the feel of air on her lips when she inhaled and exhaled. Then she started to remember the feel of her heart. Perfectly relaxed, she lay there. It took a while for her to begin the process of waking up again.

  First Corina went through her usual step in getting up; she thought through her long to-do list. Corina thought of the homework in geology, psychology, English, and statistics. She marked off what she already accomplished that morning, which classes she scored points in with her teachers. And then she remembered studying in the library and her walk back to her car.

  Only Corina never made it there.

  She was half way back to the parking lot when three people grabbed her.

  Corina tried to open her eyes, but her vision blurred and the room started to spin around her so she shut them again. Her throat was dry, though not painfully so. When she didn’t hear anything and no one seemed to react to her waking up, Corina decided she was alone.

  What happened?

  Her pulse sped as she tried to figure out what to do. As her heartbeat quickened, she realized there was an ache in her head. It pressed down against her forehead like a migraine. It had be a side effect of whatever they used on her.

  “Oh my God,” she mouthed. She didn’t make a sound, but it felt good to move some part of her body. Making any other motions might alert her captor or captors. No, definitely more than one, she thought. She remembered different sets of hands grabbing her. They held her, she tried to break away, but the fingers wouldn’t let go.

  When she opened her eyes again, the spinning slowed down and eventually stopped. The room was dimly lit by what looked like a night light in the corner. At first, that comforted her because this had to be someone’s bedroom. But then she took in the rest of her surroundings, and she started to think there was something else going on.

  She took a gulp of air, held it in her lungs, and tried to relax. This had to be a joke. That made sense. It was some prank. The psychology majors loved pulling stunts like this. Only when she sat up, her theory started to melt.

 

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