True to her word, Malorie came back into Felicia’s bedroom with a diaper and some lotion. Laying naked on the floor of her room had cooled her off very quickly and with time to think, she considered how painful the spanking had been. Beating was a more accurate phrase. Malorie had been actively trying to hurt her. It was hard not to be afraid as her roommate came back and all Felicia could do was bite her lip and stare at the diaper. It was white and pink and covered in pictures of cats.

Letting Malorie tape her into an oversized baby diaper wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time but she was scared and shaky. The spanking had been emotionally draining. Not to mention what happened after! Her eyes stung, her legs were wobbly, and her rear end burned. She needed to get away but maybe…maybe if she just let Malorie do whatever it was that her roommate planned to do, she’d be able to sneak away later. That little voice that had told her it was worth it also seemed to be insistent that there might be a reason to stick around.

Felicia offered no resistance as Malorie guided her to the bed. And while she was plotting her escape, to her tormentor she showed only compliance. Whatever lotion Malorie was rubbing on her backside certainly seemed to do the trick. Her butt still stung but the burning sensation faded considerably and she detected faint hints of eucalyptus.

Felicia blushed furiously as baby lotion was rubbed into her intimate areas before she got a powder dusting and had the diaper pulled up between her legs. Almost instinctively, she curved her hips in again, trying to chase Malorie’s fingers. All she got was a slap, albeit a light one, for her efforts. “Simmer down baby girl,” Malorie said with a chuckle. “You are needy this morning. You act like mommy’s never touched you down there before.”

It was ridiculous. The diaper was thick and poofy, much too thick for her to easily slide a pair of jeans over. She’d have no choice but to wear a skirt. Every time she moved the damn thing crinkled too. The horror of having her hide tanned by her roommate followed by the indignity of being wrapped in an oversized baby diaper gave way to shock as Malorie got into her closet and came back with a onesie, green and red striped shoulders and sleeves, white torso, and a candy cane smack in the middle.

“I got you a little Christmas outfit,” Malorie beamed. “Isn’t it adorable?”

“I don’t think it’s very appropriate for work though,” Felicia offered. “They’re supposed to give us a uniform anyway.”

Malorie began giggling, “Oh baby girl, you’re definitely not going to work today.”

“What do you mean?”

“After that little show you put on?” Malorie smirked. “I’ve already called ahead and let them know you won’t be coming in. You’re going to have to prove you can be a good girl if you want to go spend the day with your little friends.”

“How…what…?” Felicia managed. How did Malorie even know who to call? “Goddamnit Malorie, you’re the one that wanted me to get a fucking job in the first place.”

“That will be quite enough, Felicia Marie!” Malorie’s eyes turned hard. “Don’t think that I won’t give you that soaping on top of your spanking if you keep using that potty mouth. Now - put your arms up.”

“This is so degrading,” Felica muttered. She followed Malorie’s instructions anyway and allowed her roommate to pull the onesie over her head and snap it around her diaper. The tight material around her bottom seemed to push the diaper in and she could feel the padding hugging her hips even more.

“I need to get you some little candy cane stripe sockies to match your Christmas outfit,” Malorie said after she’d gotten Felicia dressed and took a step back to examine her. “But you’re still a cutie.”

Felicia’s face flushed. Getting praise and compliments from Malorie felt really good. This was all so unnerving though. It seemed like overnight Malorie had gone from very vanilla and cis to extremely kinky and aggressive. On top of that, Felici would have rather been receiving compliments for how a particularly sexy nighty clung to her body then how she looked stuffed into a bulbous diaper and an oversize infant’s bodysuit. Malorie noticed the red in Felicia’s cheeks and pinched them with a giggle. “Come on then, let’s get you some breakfast. Are you bringing kitty cat?”

“Kitty cat…?” Felicia blinked, glancing to the floor where the stuffed cat had been tossed. Malorie bent down and picked it up, stuffing it into Felicia’s hands. She vaguely remembered waking up with it last night, but she hadn’t a clue where it had come from. Malorie frowned again before returning with a pair of black cat ears, which she slipped onto Felicia’s head.

“There we go, my two little kitty cats,” Malorie beamed as she took Felicia’s free hand and walked her out to the kitchen. Felicia’s stomach growled in response. Right, breakfast first and then my first opportunity, I’m history. This kind of kink stuff was not her thing and she was not looking to build a new dynamic with Malorie. If this whole setup was Malorie’s way of getting her out of the house for good, it was going to work. Get out of here, call my sister in Burlington. A plan made waddling through the house in a diaper much more palatable. And that plan needed to be carried out soon because if she got any more treatment like Malorie’s fingers had given her after the spanking, she probably wouldn’t have the nerve to leave.

* * *

“Waffles,” Malorie said. Oh thank god. Something relatively normal. As Felicia had crept through the house, she’d had an awful feeling that Malorie’s idea of breakfast might turn into something horrifying. A sugary, syrupy, waffle wasn’t exactly at the top of Felicia’s fine dining list but at least it wasn’t mush surprise.

A fresh wave of panic set in as they stepped into the dining room and Felicia’s eyes fell upon the chair in the corner. The high chair. It was wide enough for an adult to sit in and certainly loomed over the ground. A tray was fitting into place and Felicia noted with some concern that it had a padlock hanging from it, along with built in manacles. Not only was it a high chair, but it was a high chair that someone could be locked into! Fortunately, they walked past the high chair and Malorie sat her down in one of the regular chairs. “Do you want some juice while you wait for breakfast?”

“Water?” Her teeth and waist would just love her if breakfast consisted of waffles and a glassful of sugar.

“Yes of course Miss FeFe, right away,” Malorie did a little bow to Felicia as she turned back to the kitchen and busied herself. The cup she returned with though…plastic, pink, Sleeping Beauty on the side, and a lid with a spout…

“A sippy cup?” Felicia was skeptical.

“Would you rather I got your bottle?” Malorie asked.

“I’d rather have a normal glass,”

“If you want it before your breakfast is ready, you need your sippy FeFe,” Malorie replied. “I don’t want to have to change you because you poured water all over your onesie.” Felicia crossed her arms and glared at the cup in front of her. “Fine, have it your way. You are in full on brat mode today.”

Felicia considered making a break for it while Malorie was busy with breakfast but a rumble from her stomach reminded her that she could do with a bit of food. Then she’d make a break for it. Fortunately, it only took a few minutes for the waffle iron to ding and a (normal) glass of water and a plate with a huge Belgian waffle, covered in syrup, were sat in front of her. “Looks delicious Mal, where’s the silverwe…” Felicia cut herself off as Malorie tied a bib around her neck. The thing was huge and covered her chest, hanging halfway down to her stomach. In bright pink letters Mommy’s Hungry Little Kitty and a picture of a cat gnawing on a fishbone.

Malorie sat down in the chair next to her, producing a fork and knife, and began cutting up the waffle. “Thanks but I can do that myse-blugh glugh gug” Felicia was cut off as Malorie jammed a piece of waffle into her mouth. She had no choice but to chew and swallow, or spit the waffle out. She tried to get more words in but every time she opened her mouth, Malorie sent a piece of waffle flying in. Finally about halfway through the meal, she stopped trying to talk at all.

“What’s the matter?” Malorie asked. “You can’t be full yet. Here, do you need a drink?” A straw had been stuffed in the water glass and she held the end up to Felicia’s lips. With a sigh, Felicia put her mouth to the straw and took some water. Thank god no one can see this.

“Mmm, it’s good,” Felicia’s undisguised sarcasm was rewarded with another piece of waffle being shoved in her throat. “Ok, Mal, you can stop that. I’m full alright?”

Malorie seemed angry for a second but her expression broke quickly and she smiled softly, “What’s that baby? You’re speaking in babble. If you want mommy to understand you, you need to use your words.” Felicia opened her mouth to argue some more and got another bit of waffle shoved down her throat for her trouble.

“Malorie, stop!”

“Yes FeFe alaghablu!” Malorie giggled as she slopped syrup across Felicia’s cheeks. “Oh baby, you’re getting it all over you!” Another piece came in. Any pretense that Malorie was trying to actually feed her seemed to get tossed as she purposely bounced a piece of waffle off of Felicia’s closed lips and let it roll down her bib, letting gooey syrup get everywhere.

Felicia shivered but knew what had to be done. Her face on fire from blushing, “Will you please stop…mommy.”

Fork in hand, waffle incoming, and the airplane stopped in mid flight. “What’s that FeFe?” Malorie said with a smile.

“I said, I’m full…mommy.” Felicia wanted to die of cringe.

“Oh well why didn’t you say so in the first place,” Malorie smiled as she sat the fork down. “And goodness, look at you! You got it all over! It’s a good thing mommy tied that bib on to keep your pretty Christmas clothes clean.” She came back with a warm rag and wiped it vigorously over Felicia’s face. It was hard for Felicia not to scrunch up her mouth and the humiliation of being wiped down like a messy child was palpable but at least she was clean.

“Alright kiddo,” Malorie huffed. “I’ve got some chores to do so you’ll have to entertain yourself for a little bit. “Do you want to watch your shows on the big TV?”

Malorie doing chores? And Felicia allegedly tucked away in the living room watching television? That sounded like a great opportunity to pack a bag and get the hell out of whatever freakshow this house was turning into. Felicia smiled, perhaps more mischievously than she should have, “Ok…mommy.”

* * *

Apparently Felicia’s “show” was Hello Kitty and she could absolutely not wait to be done with all of the cat shit. First thing when I get out of here, I am getting a dog. Cat ears, cat stuffie, cat clothes, cat cartoons. There was a theme.

Malorie had ended up disappearing into the study, which probably meant that she had to get on a conference call or do some reporting. Felicia didn’t know all the details but she was some sort of technical support supervisor and she did the majority of her work at home. Normally Malorie didn’t pay her any attention, besides occasionally coming out of her house and huffing that Felicia was on the couch watching TV. This was different though, this was weird. Malorie wanted her to watch TV.

Malorie’s beautiful cashmere rug had disappeared from the living room and been replaced by a foamy alphabet playmat. The coffee table had vanished and a few end tables had been set around the furniture, all of which mostly looked the same. Felicia had been placed in the middle of the rug, handed her stuffed cat and a baby bottle.

“Look what I have!” Malorie had beamed before producing a green and red pacifier with a candy cane drawn on the front. Not just any pacifier though, it was huge. Large enough for…oh fuck me Felicia had thought. The giant pacifier was now clipped to the collar of her onesie. At least Malorie hadn’t forced her to use it.

The cartoon held no interest to her, being far too infantile for her tastes. She might have popped the nipple off the bottle but it was filled with apple juice and she still didn’t want to load up on sugary gunk. So she laid on the foam tiles and absently played with kitty cat until she was reasonably confident that Malorie would be absorbed in her work.

Jumping up, she bounced into her room. The onesie, cat ears, and diaper were all stripped off as fast as she could. Her rear was still a little sore from the beating she’d endured earlier but getting out of the clammy plastic padding felt wonderful. She was distracted for only a moment as her hands brushed her nether regions and memories of Malorie’s fingers came back to her mind. No! Don’t get distracted by the sexy part of whatever this is! She told herself. It was a head game or something. She needed to get out, but first she needed to get dressed.

“Alright need some…the hell?” she muttered as she slid open her underwear drawer. All of her panties were gone! Instead she was greeted by stacks of diapers, all in different colors and designs. She turned to her closet but all of her clothes were gone. Instead she found skirtalls, onesies, several dresses, all in bright pastel colors, and nothing that looked appropriate for anyone over the age of five to be wearing.

“Where the fuck is all of my stuff?” Felicia snarled. She was full, the shock of being spanked by her roommate had faded, she no longer felt like an idiot wearing a giant diaper (though being nude wasn’t exactly ideal), and she was angry. She had half a mind to tear into Malorie’s office and lay into her. Wouldn’t her work have a fun time when an angry naked girl appeared on Zoom and started screaming at her? She spent several minutes rummaging through her room but besides the furniture, which largely all appeared to be the same, she was dismayed to find out that almost all of her possessions had disappeared. She found diapers, baby clothes, stuffed animals, toys, and a drawer with things that she really hoped didn’t involve her: a ball gag, chains, spreader bars, several…pleasure…devices. She shook a bit just looking at the collection. Apparently pastel pink BDSM was a thing. Malorie couldn’t have moved all of this stuff last night. She probably got started the second she kicked Felicia out. Look at me, I’m a kinky sex freak. You better get out Felicia! What a way to run a roommate off.

“Well if she’s going to steal my shit, I guess I’ll go steal hers,” Felicia smirked as she left her room and moved down the hallway to Malorie’s. They were around the same height, though Malorie’s things would probably be stretched a bit on Felicia. It’d have to be good enough.

The offputting notion of wearing someone else’s underwear quickly went away as she slid a pair of boyshorts up her hips, thankful for anything besides a diaper. A baggy t-shirt, which, on her, fit close to normal, some sweatpants, real socks. The tennis shoes were a problem though. Malorie was a size smaller than her and her feet cramped inside the shoes. They’d do for getting out of the house though. A quick search drummed up a ten dollar bill, probably forgotten about, stuffed in one of the drawers. A coat that was comically oversized was taken too but it was still ice cold out there. There was no sign of Felicia’s things.

As she poked her head out into the hallway, she sighed in relief that the door to Malorie’s study was still closed. Hard at work still huh “mommy?” The keys to Malorie’s car dangled from the rack by the garage door invitingly but Felicia thought better of it. Auto theft was not something that she really wanted to deal with.

She had her hand on the front door when she turned back with a sigh. She supposed she should leave a note at least. She couldn’t grasp what was going on in Malorie’s brain but they had been roomies, friends even, long enough that a goodbye was probably in order.

Malorie - you win. I’m leaving. I enjoyed living with you and I wish you the best. Since you decided to hide my things, I took some of your clothes and ten bucks out of your dresser. Keep all my stuff as payment for that or whatever I guess. - Felicia

The pen dropped from her hand and Felicia turned to the door, opened it, and walked outside. She breathed a sigh of relief that no one stopped her, pulled the coat tightly around her neck and set off down the sidewalk. As she left, she couldn’t get over the thought that surely it couldn’t be that easy to get away.