Little Abbie awoke to the crinkle of her wet diaper, the soft cotton sheet below her, and the now familiar white bars of her tiny crib--her prison. Though she had no clock to tell the time, she knew it was early because the sun wasn't even up yet. She had a strict 7:00 PM bedtime so "Mommy" and "Daddy" could have "adult time." She couldn't help waking up before dawn on most mornings--not that she wanted to wake up at all these days.
It wasn't that long ago that she was Abigail Bryant, a rather unremarkable college freshman majoring in chemistry. Academics, however, seemed to be the last thing on her mind. Having come from a fairly strict household Abigail was more interested in enjoying her new found freedom. She went to parties, she had started drinking and smoking marijuana, and because she was forbidden to date in high school, she was also tentatively "experimenting" with boys.
Her first midterm grades were appalling and her appearance was suffering as she had gained the freshman fifteen and lacked adequate sleep and a proper diet. She had proven to be completely unable to manage herself and was headed for disaster. At the rate she was going it was more likely that she would end up with some kind of drug addiction and pregnant before the school year was finished.
It was just coincidence or perhaps it was fate that she’d been picked up by Brentwood importers. In either case, she was saved from herself by their intervention. The couple that would become her “mommy” and “daddy” purchased her because they felt that her small size would make her an ideal little, which is exactly what they wanted.
After her purchase, they took Abigail to the Darling Dolls Academy to have her modified for her new life. The couple was a bit more “liberal” with the amount and degree of modifications they selected than most. Abigail had to lie strapped down to a gurney and securely gagged while they casually discussed her fate as if they were getting options on a new car!
They started with giving her a speech impediment. She would forever have a lisp and have all the typical mispronunciations such as saying “fwee” instead of “three.” Next, they increased the amount of saliva she produced just enough so that if she wasn’t paying full attention she would drool. After that they rendered her incontinent, so she’d be completely dependent on diapers. Her motor functions would also be impaired so that even when her hands weren’t incased in mittens she would find a simple latch or a door handle nearly—if not completely—impossible to manipulate. On that same note they decided to destroy her balance so that she’d be stuck crawling. Her hormones were unbalanced to ensure that she would be “excessively emotional” and cry at the drop of a hat. Finally, they opted, and cruelly so, to increase her sex drive by a significant margin.
The couple knew from her file that Abigail was still a virgin and had just started exploring the pleasures of kissing, fingering, and masturbation at the time that she was imported. They also had no intentions of allowing her to explore those pleasures further. With her hands trapped in mittens and her needy “no-nos” almost always encased in a thick diaper, poor Abigail—Abbie would get no relief even again.
Abbie sighed as she gripped the bars of her crib and began to desperately rub her padded crotch against one of her stuffed animals. She knew it was no use, but she was throbbing and she’d taken even a little stimulation over none at all. She closed her eyes and tried to think about what it was like to be a “big girl” and to be touched between her legs. She sucked on the pacifier as hard as she could remembering what it was like the one and only time she had given a blowjob. Her hips gyrated maddeningly as she whimpered.
She froze when she heard her “mommy’s” voice above her, “What do you think you’re doing, Abbie?” Helpless dread welled-up inside of her as the woman continued. “I know a naughty little girl who is getting a spanking during her morning change! I think we might just have to substitute the itching powder for your normal diaper cream too!”