“Wha—Where am I?” Nala groaned, cracking her eyes open and taking in her first blurred glimpse of her surroundings.

The air was cool and carried a faintly sweet scent that although was not readily identifiable to the young woman, seemed relaxing and somewhat nostalgic all the while. The mattress beneath her crinkled loudly in tandem with the swollen mass forcing her legs apart as the lynx sat upright, blinking to focus her vision.

“The hell…?” the lynx gasped, reaching out to touch the gleaming white slats of the crib bars surrounding her. “What’s all this about?”

Carefully, she took hold of one of the bars and hoisted herself up with a grunt, causing a dizzying weakness to wash over her as she stood on wobbly legs. With her view unobstructed, Nala could fully take in the strange scene surrounding her: Like a child stirring after a nap, she found herself secured in a massive crib set along one of the pastel-pink walls of an oversized nursery. Nearby, an adult-sized changing table, fully stocked with fresh diapers adorned with cartoon prints, spare packs of wipes, and an array of lotions and powder stood, with a large plush bear positioned atop the mat as though it were inviting her over with a mocking pat of its paw. The sights sent the young woman’s mind spinning with speculations and possibilities.

Resolving to flee before she could be forced to learn her captor’s intent, Nala carefully raised one leg to straddle the rim of the crib’s side, which firmly pressed the wet padding into her loins, causing her to shudder with disgusted pleasure. With a turn, the other leg followed, and the swiftly lowered herself onto the plush carpet below, which nearly forced a giggle to escape her lips as it tickled her feet. Letting go of the rails, her legs gave way and caused the girl to fall forward, forcing her nose into the soft flooring below.

The lynx pushed herself from the floor and readied herself to crawl across the room when she noticed the magnitude by which the furniture towered over her, making her feel ever more like a child suited to its décor. Her ears perked at the approaching sound of clicking heels, and her eyes fixed on the door at the far end of the room; her heart filling with anxious terror.

With a light squeal, the door swung open, revealing a beautiful young snow leopard. Shutting the door behind her as she stepped inside, she looked down to the lynx on the floor and greeted her with a gentle smile. As the woman approached, the lynx leaned back and sat on her rump, pressing the warm, swollen mass into her loins once more.

“D’aww,” she cooed, arching over and resting her hands on her knees in a doting pose, “You just couldn’t wait for Mommy to come wake you up, could you, kitten?”

Nala stammered as she felt her face flush, “L-look, I don’t know you, but there’s clearly been a mistake. Please, just let me go.”

A wide grin crept across the snow leopard’s face as she drew within a few inches of the girl’s face.

“I’m afraid the only mistake here,” she replied, “is that you think you don’t belong here. Yet, look at how soggy your diaper is! Do you need a change, sweetheart?”

Standing upright, the woman padded over to the nearby window and drew open the blinds, filling the room with bright sunlight. She turned with a smirk back to the girl, patting the plush mat atop the changing table.

“Be a good baby,” she cooed with a sinister sneer. “Let all those silly grown-up thoughts out. Go on and fill your diaper for Mommy.”

The woman’s words echoed in Nala’s head and sent her mind spinning into a dizzying blur. Donning an awkward grin and breaking out in a childish fit of giggles, the girls eyes glazed over. As her last conscious thoughts faded into the bright wonderment of a newfound childhood, she felt a wandering hand press into the crotch of her diaper as it swelled and grew yet warmer.

“Good girl,” the woman sneered, drawing a fresh diaper from beneath the changing table and fluffing it vigorously. “I think you’re just about ready to start your new life…”

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Poor Nala--once a cute waitress at the Young at Heart Cafe, now unable to recognize her own nursery after a nap.