You are so enraptured by the toys on your car seat that the drive passes by in no time flat. Next thing you knew you had arrived evidenced by Karen stopping the car and opening the back door. Unbuckling you from the seat she carries you into the house.
From first glance it was your typical one story suburban house with three bedrooms and two baths judging by the quick tour she gave you, very spacious with a nice backyard.
When you reached what was to be your room you saw that it was furnished with a young toddler in mind with a small bed and dresser and a toy chest filled with you guessed it toys. You were happy that you at least had a decent sized flat screen tv set up. The fully stocked changing table was no surprise but a certain piece of furniture in the corner caused you to speak up.
"Why do I have a crib? I'm a toddler not a baby" you remind her.
"True but you can act a bit younger than your age if you so choose since you have a lot of leeway. If you want to sleep in a crib rather than a bed that's fine. If you want to drink from a bottle instead of a sippy cup that's fine too. Your mental conditioning may push you one way or the other depending on your willingness but ultimately it will be your choice" Karen explained.
"And just to be clear I'm not gonna become a real baby right?"
She shook her head, "As we said before the whole point of this is to have the perfect child actor. It would do the company no good if you lost your adult mind completely."
"Just checking."
"Good now let's get you out of that suit and into some casual clothes. You won't be needing to wear it except on official business" she said stripping you of the outfit and leaving you in just your diaper.
Rifling through the dresser she pulled out a red t-shirt featuring Charizard from Pokemon and a pair of light brown shorts.
"So do you want both or just the shirt, or do you want to go around in just your diaper?" Karen asked, grinning as she said the last part.
Not quite feeling ready to go about in just your padding you opt for meeting her halfway.
"Just the shirt please" you tell her and she has you put both arms up as she swiftly pulls it on over your head.
You note that the bottom of the shirt comes down to the waistband of your garment giving you complete coverage of your upper half.
"Now I've got some things to take care of so you have free run of the house. I'll be sure to check on you every hour or so otherwise come get me if you need anything."
You nod before turning to leave only to get a playful swat on your padded behind from Karen.
Blushing at the unexpected action you scamper off, your diaper crinkling with every step. As you run down the hallway you enjoy the cool breeze that rushes pass your naked legs.
Entering the living room you make a beeline for the couch. There was toys scattered on the floor and while the allure to play with them was tempting you resist the urge in favor of the large flat screen tv.
Climbing on the couch you grab the remote and began to channel surf. At first you attempt to watch adult themed programming but you quickly find it's not as interesting as it use to be. Recognizing it as your mental conditioning acting up you switch over cartoons and find that they actually hold your attention quite well.
A little too well as you were so wrapped up in an episode of Spongebob when the urge to pee struck you. You knew you needed to go but forgoed it in favor of continuing to watch the program.
Twenty seconds later your bladder gave out and you start peeing into your diaper. Going number one was enough to get you to pay full attention to your padding which quickly swelled and turned yellow with your urine. Instead of being upset or disgusted you found the act of wetting yourself not only convenient but also strangely pleasurable. It felt good having the warm squishy wet garment tucked between your legs.
Leaning back into the couch you resumed watching the cartoon but not before submitting to another infantile urge as you popped your thumb in your mouth.
As you sucked you thought that maybe this new younger lifestyle wouldn't be that bad.