Sarah's Playground

As I look around the park near my apartment, I can't help but appreciate how beautiful the weather is today. The sun is shining and there's a light breeze keeping it warm, but not to hot. It's perfect tank top and skirt weather, and I am taking advantage of that.

My name is Sarah Jenkins. I'm 22 years old, blonde, and, if you don't mind me saying so myself, beautiful. I love this type of weather, because it really lets me show off my curves that I've worked hard for. Okay, so maybe not that hard, but I still like showing them off.

You see, about six months ago I was at a garage sale and came across this beautiful ruby necklace for sale. The old woman running the sale sold it to me for a steal, but gave some cryptic advise of 'being careful what you wish for,' and some other bullshit nonsense.

That night, I wore the necklace out for drinks with my girlfriends. At one point, I said something like, "I wish we had some more drinks," and, like magic, some dude immediately bought our table a round.

Now, I have been into the ABDL scene for a bit and understood pretty quickly what was going on based on all of the smutty diaper-fetish fiction I've read. The old lady at the garage sale was clearly a witch and sold me a magic amulet that granted all of my wishes. Score.

I also realized pretty early on that I would have to been careful as I altered the world, because, I know based on those same stories that magic like this can have a downside if you aren't careful with it. So, for the last six months, I've been incredibly careful. But, I've also changed a lot of things.

One of the first things I changed was my body. I was never bad looking, but, I had a dream. You see, I have always wanted to be the perfect, most beautiful ABDL Mommy possible. So, I made myself into a dream Mommy. I'm 6'6" tall. My double-D breasts are firm and, more often than not, full of breast milk, ready to feed any hungry baby.

I am also fit. I gave myself a large, feminine ass, but the whole thing is made of muscle. I can lift most other adults and carry them like small children. My arms are ripped, and I have large hands perfect for spanking disobedient boys and girls.

I've also changed the world to better suit my fantasies. Currently, based on my wishes, when people turn 18, despite retaining their adult minds and bodies, 25 percent of people are randomly by society to act like toddlers. Those lucky (or unlucky) people who are selected to demoted by society have their behaviors on them by punishments inflicted by the rest of society. Other people can adopt and care for that portion of the population, doing to them whatever they want, within reason, to enforce their status.

Looking out across the park on this beautiful day, I am pretty happy with how things turned out. Beyond the normal sights of young men and women out on runs or sun bathing, and elderly couples out for a stroll, the park is filled with adults of all shapes and sizes acting like the giant babies I've turned them into.

I stopped and watch as one particular cute young woman wearing nothing but a yellow onesie and gigantic diaper squats down, balls up her fists, and pushes out a huge mess into her pants. I watch as she blushes, her adult mind aware of how humiliating it is to shit her pants, but unable to stop herself due to fear of punishment based on the rules of society I created.

Being the bad witch in charge feels so good!

I continue my stroll through the park, enjoying watching two 30-year-old men in nothing but diapers crawl in a sandbox as there caregivers look on like the disinterested parents letting their kids get energy out at the park.

As I continue, I see an 18-year-old woman beant over an older man's lap, her bare ass in the air and a pull up bunched around her feet.

"Naughty girl! You are an adult baby now, not an adult! You do not take your pull up off! I'm going to have to demote you to diapers for this!" The man said as he ruthlessly spanked the young woman, clearly struggling with her new lot in life.

It's music to my Mommy Domme ears.

Speaking of ears, what's that noise? I reach into my purse and find my cellphone alarm going off. Is it time to go home already? My tits do ache, it must be feeding time for my own little ball of joy.

To bad I can't bring them out here. However, for my own amusement, I've left my own adult baby completely aware of how the world was prior to my intervention. When I take them out in public, they tend to just make a scene. Oh well! Time to get back to Mommy duty!

I start walking down the quickest path home, the ruby necklace dangling in my ample cleavage glittering in the sunlight.