It started out purely practical.  She wasn’t accepting her new role in life and I needed to keep her restrained almost constantly.  She was too clever to merely lock in her room.  That’s part of what drew me to her in the first place, the challenge of breaking her.  But it was inconvenient, tending to her needs all the time.  She broke a mirror and tried to stab me with the broken glass the first time I made the mistake of letting her use the bathroom unsupervised.  And not to mention the clean up when she pissed her pants.  I’m not sure if it was a legit accident or she did it on purpose just to spite me, but either way, I was stuck cleaning it up.

So I put her in diapers.  She was not too happy about that, but she doesn’t really get a say in what I do to her.  I intended them to be for emergencies when I couldn’t take her to the bathroom as often as she needed, but her reaction the first time she wet her diaper was something new.  She handled everything I’d thrown at her with stoic determination that was frankly admirable.  She’d grit her teeth around her ballgag and would barely make a peep when I spanked her ass raw, but when that same ass was in a wet diaper, she seemed legitimately embarrassed.  She’d stared daggers at me when I explored every inch of her naked body, but when I strapped her down to change her soggy diaper, she couldn’t even look me in the eyes.  I’d fucked her in the ass and yet this was the first time I’d seen her blush.

I bought her more diapers, this time cute ones with babyish prints.  I traded her typical ball gag for a pacifier gag, and while it had to be more comfortable in her mouth, but she seemed to hate it more, a silencer meant for babies and not for strong adult women determined to resist their captor.

For the first week I continued to let her poop in the toilet.  That was a mess I didn’t really relish the idea of cleaning, but one day I stopped giving her her daily toilet breaks.  I didn’t tell her why, and I didn’t let her ask.  That stubbornness flared up again despite all the progress infantilizing her had done, and she held out.  By day three I could tell she was uncomfortable, but that fire was back in her eyes as she glared at me.  The cute pink bonnet and bib and pacifier strapped in her mouth undercut the look quite a bit, but I was ready to finally break her.

I slipped laxatives into her food.  I’d made a high chair to strap her in for feeding, that worked wonders to bring her down a couple of pegs, and it was easy to dose the mashed up food I spoon fed her through her ring gag.  That alone probably would have been enough, but when I decide to do something, I go all in.  I was going to make her mess her diapers like a baby, but I wasn’t going to let her have an ounce of control.  A couple suppositories stuffed up her poop chute, and the important part, an inflatable butt plug, pumped up to max to ensure nothing came out until I let it.  I wrapped my helpless baby doll in three thick diapers and then suspended her in a big baby bouncer I made specially for this.  All that fire and rage was already gone from her eyes; she was much too distracted by what was going on inside her.  I wasn’t done with her yet though.

Of course I hadn’t let her cum since I took her, but edging her had seemed to get good results, especially since I put her back in diapers.  She’d been needy for weeks.  I’d put a powerful vibrator in the seat of her bouncer, and the second I turned it on she started struggling and moaning like crazy into her gag.  That’s the ingenious part of the bouncer though; the more she struggles, the more she just bounces away on that big vibrator hammering away at her padded pussy.

I let her bounce like that for an hour, telling her what a helpless little baby she was, how much she was going to enjoy messing her diaper for me.  She’d give me brief moments of her old defiance, her eyes managing to focus long enough for her to glare at me or utter muffled curses into her pacifier, but I’d just pinch her cheeks and tell her what an adorable helpless little baby she was and then I’d made her bounce faster.  Those acts of defiance got shorter and further apart until they stopped altogether.  That’s when I knew it was time.  I reached down the back of her diaper and deflated and removed the monster plug.

It was not pleasant, but I could tell that every ounce of fight and resistance left in her was voided out into her diapers along with everything else.  She cried for the first time since I took her, but that was okay.  Babies cry when they mess their diapers and they need their master to change them.

In the end, diapers wound up being a very practical way to break a girl.