Chapter III.

    Annie stirred softly.  A dull, continuous pain throbbed in her head as the light that was streaming onto her closed eyelids caused her to cringe.  It forced her eyes to scrunch up, and she turned her head from side to side, trying to escape the light.

    “Djusht… five… mowe minutesh…”

    She mumbled, taking a second to realize that her voice did not sound like she expected it to.

    At last, she opened her eyes.  Wooden bars met her vision.  

    Once more she frowned, feeling as if something was not quite right.  Her mind felt foggy, as if there were a shroud of a soft numbing veil present in every thought she had.

    She shifted, noticing that her diaper was thoroughly soaked.  She felt the soggy interior of the diaper brush against her naked skin, feeling soft and warm.

    Was it her wet diaper that was bothering her?  No, she thought to herself, waking up in a soggy diaper was not something abnormal for her.

    Or was it?  

She hugged the hyena plushie that was still in her arms, feeling a surprising amount of comfort from its presence as she wiggled a little bit, the feeling of the clammy diaper around her waist causing her a slight feeling of discomfort.

Before she knew it, she began to sniffle.  At first she thought to herself that it really wasn’t that cold in the room, but before she knew it her vision became cloudy with tears as well.

Something inside her told her that she normally would not react like this, but at the same time she found herself unable to stop.

She began to cry quietly, her sobs muffled by the pacifier still firmly lodged between her lips which she suckled on for comfort.

Heavy but softened footsteps came from outside of her nursery, and quietly the door to her room opened.

Matilda stepped inside the room, wearing the same maternal outfit as the previous evening, except this time a few stains had appeared on the front of her apron.

“Oh honey, did we wake up wet this morning?  I should have come in and woken you up earlier before your soggies turned cold and uncomfortable.  Come on baby, let’s get you into a nice, dry diaper.”

She padded forward, the large mother bear practically filling Annie’s entire vision as the bear stood up on her tippy toes to unfastened the bars of the crib, which Annie had not yet realized reached up all the way to the ceiling of the nursery.

Lowering the bars, Annie allowed herself to be scooped up from the little nestled nook that she had made in the soft mattress.

Matilda placed the oversized girl against herself, supporting her underneath her wet diaper, which squelched softly from inside of the sleeper, causing Annie to feel even more just how thoroughly she had soaked it.

“And we can’t forget Mrs Hyena, can we now? I bet she was such a good little sleeping buddy for my baby last night.”

She grabbed the stuffed animal with her free hand, offering it to Annie who found herself unable to resist grabbing the hyena and hugging her close.

“There’s my good little baby.”

The bear walked over to the changing table, where she set the girl on stomach and patted her bottom through the sleeper, clucking her tongue as she worked on unzipping the sleeper.

“You really did a number on this one, little one.  I’m definitely going to have to keep you in thicker diapers if you’re going to soak them this much!”

Soon enough, Annie found herself stark naked on the changing table except for the soggy diaper around her waist.  The bear gently turned her over onto her back, and brought a strap up over her stomach, snuggly securing her on top of the plastic topped changing table.

“Let’s take a look at what little surprises my baby left in her diaper for me, shall we?”

Deftly she pulled off the tapes of the diaper one by one, unfolding the front of the diaper and taking a look at the insides.

“Yep, that’s one soggy baby!”

Matilda continued to narrate her affections and care, unbeknownst to Annie as being part of the hypnotic spell her large, furry caretaker was weaving over her mind.

The previous evening, Matilda had made her decision.  She was going to keep Annie as her charge until she had completely and utterly regressed her, to the point where she didn’t need to weave her motherly magic and she remained a good little baby girl perfectly rehabilitated.

After all, the bear thought to herself, what better way to get rid of her bad habits than to get rid of all of her habits completely!

Annie found herself struggling to form a cohesive thought.  Something inside of her told her something was wrong, but it was hard to figure out why.

After all, the soft, inviting smile of the hyena plushie she hugged tightly in her arms as she allowed the bear to wipe her diaper area with warm, moist wipes seemed to feel pretty pleasant.

She giggled into her pacifier as she felt the baby powder tickling her thighs, Matilda smiling in response and commenting on just how bubbly her little girl was that morning. 

Annie gurgled and cooed into her pacifier in response, wiggling happily as she felt her caretaker bring up the sides of the fresh diaper after the old one was slid out from under her.

She welcomed the dry, soft feeling of the new diaper against her skin, feeling oddly relieved from the changing.

“There we go, all better now.  I wonder just how long the baby’s going to stay a dry girl, huh baby?”

The bear leaned forward over her charge, Annie’s vision becoming filled with the beaming expression Matilda wore on her face.

    The bear deposited a gentle kiss on Annie’s cheek, washing away any negative feelings or thoughts that might have been creeping into her head.

    She laughed, a pure, unsullied laugh and grabbed at Matilda’s soft looking ears, a sudden urge to chew and drool all over them coming over her.

    “Looks like my little girl wants to play!  That can certainly be arranged, but first, I think it's time we got something yummy into your tummy.  What do you think, sweet thing?”

    Not bothering to dress her in anything else than the thick diaper now hugging Annie’s waist, Matilda picked her up once again, and padded over to the kitchen.  

    Upon entering, Annie saw a white, soft looking highchair.  She was too distracted from hugging Mrs. Hyena to wonder just where Matilda had acquired such a piece of furniture since the previous evening.