New Baby for the cheerleader captain

Megan stroked my hair and whispered softly in my ear. “Listen up, baby! If you don’t stay in your nursery, you’ll be sleeping out in the woods! Because after what I told to the other team captains about you, none of them will let you join.”

I slowly looked up at her and started backing away. She picked me up as if I were a doll and placed me on the changing table. “You know, every year we pick the weakest girl from the team, and she becomes our little baby!”

We’ll play with her, change her diaper, feed her, and even punish her if necessary. If she becomes a submissive and obedient baby, she’ll earn the right to be a full member of the team next year, but if not, she’ll still be the team’s baby next year.

I know what you’re thinking: ‘You’re definitely not coming back next year.’ Megan smiled as she took a diaper out of the drawer and placed it under my skirt. “You know, I’m influential enough to make sure your parents want to bring you back here next year no matter what.” I could see in her eyes that she was telling the truth. I felt her pull down my panties and slowly press the diaper against my pussy. She strapped the diaper tightly onto me and continued. “So be a good little girl and you’ll see what a fun camp is this.”

Megan took something else out of the drawer—it was a pink hairbrush. She started brushing my hair and tied it into two little pigtails with two little bows. “Just look at yourself—what a cute little baby you are! You’ll be much better off this way than in the team. She pulled a pair of white stockings up my legs to complete my little-girl look.

” She picked me up in her arms and put me in the crib. I looked up at the girl who had diapered me, feeling embarrassed. “Oh, one more thing. Don’t even think about climbing out of the crib or taking off your diaper!”

“I’m locking the door to your nursery! And with that thick diaper between your legs, you won’t be able to climb back into your crib, believe me. And if you’re not in your crib in the morning, I’ll spank you!” I saw the threat in Megan’s eyes. I swallowed hard and tried to get as far away from that bitch as possible. Not that I could move anywhere in the crib anyway. She leaned closer to me and took off my glasses. I tried to take it back from her, but I was too slow. “I read in your application form that you have poor eyesight. You definitely won’t try to climb out of your crib without your glasses! Just to make sure you’ll be a good little baby.” Megan giggled and started to walk out of the nursery when she stopped.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Silly me. Thanks for reminding me.” Megan turned and went to a chest, from which she took something out. When she came back to the crib, I saw she had a blue, oversized pacifier in her hand. “Open wide, baby!” I shook my head and kept my mouth shut as Megan tried to push the pacifier into my mouth. “Bad baby! If you don’t open your mouth right now, Mommy’s going to have to spank you before bedtime!” I was scared she might actually do it, so I slowly opened my mouth.

And she immediately pushed the big plastic nipple into my mouth. “I see you’re a quick learner. Ahhh... What’s your name, anyway???” I tried to speak and say my name, but the pacifier made it unrecognizable. “HMMHRRMMM” Megan shook her head. “Never mind, Mommy will give you a new name! With a satanic smile on her face, Megan turned around and locked the nursery door.

When I woke up in the morning, I hoped that this whole thing was just a bad dream, but the diaper was still between my legs. I moved to stretch my legs, which had gone numb from the diaper, when I heard the door open and Megan walk in. “Good morning, baby! I hope you slept well. Let’s see if your diaper is wet.” She leaned closer to me and stuck two fingers into my diaper. “Oh, it’s completely dry. That’s not good, young lady! This was your first night with the blue team, so I’ll let it slide this time. But from now on, your diaper has to be wet every morning, or you’ll get punished. Do you understand, young lady?”

As I sat there in the crib in my diaper, completely helpless. I swallowed hard—which from the outside looked like I was sucking on my pacifier—and nodded. Megan smiled and stroked my hair. “Good girl! I had so much to do last night and forgot to feed you. I guess you’re hungry?” My stomach growled, I quickly spit out the pacifier and answered. “Yes, I’m very hungry, Megan!” I was about to stand up when she grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back into the crib. “AhhAhh! Not so fast, little girl! You still have a lot to learn.

1. Only an adult can take the pacifier out of your mouth; if we catch you without it, you’ll get a punishment. 2. Little girls don’t call their moms by their first names. To you, I’m Mommy! The rest of the team are Aunties, but we’ll practice what you can and can’t say later.” “Let’s go have breakfast.” She immediately pushed the pacifier back into my mouth; I didn’t even have time to react. “From now on, your pacifier stays in your mouth if you wanna be good.” She grabbed me and lifted me out of the crib. It’s still shocking how strong Megan is—it’s no surprise that she’s the captain; I guess all that training and lifting each other up has made her strong.

When we got down to the kitchen, I saw that the other girls were already having breakfast; some had already finished and were just chatting and painting each other’s nails. When they saw me, all eyes turned to us, and my face turned red from humiliation. A few of them rushed over to us. “Look at our new baby! How cute! This role suits her much better!” The girls said as they stroked me and squeezed my diaper.

“All right, girls, everyone will have plenty of time to play with our little baby. Now it’s time to feed her.” One of the girls brought a big high chair from the storage room, and Megan put me in it and strapped me in tightly so I couldn’t get out. Suddenly, a few girls got up and left the room with Megan. They came back shortly after, and everyone had brought some kind of liquid with them. They placed many large baby bottles on the table, and everyone prepared their own mix. While the girls were working, Megan walked over to me and said, “Every team member has the right to feed our baby with whatever formula they want. We decide what our little girl needs to become a strong team member.” She stroked my cheek and pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. “You can start, girls!”

A brown-haired girl walked up to me and pressed a baby bottle into my hand. Then she said, “This bottle has warm milk and a lot of sugar in it. Drink it up, baby!” I slowly raised the plastic nipple to my mouth, my stomach growling loudly the whole time. The girls laughed at me. I slowly started to suck on it, and after the first few sips, it wasn’t so bad after all. When I was done, the brown-haired girl kissed my cheek and took the bottle out of my hand. “Good girl,” she said and walked out of the room. A black-haired girl stood in front of me and pushed another bottle into my hand. With a wide smile on her face, she said,

“This has water and a special vitamin that every baby needs.” She watched as I started sucking on the bottle, and when I was done, she patted my head. This happened about ten more times, until Megan stood in front of me. “This baby bottle has my own pee in it.” I looked up at her with wide eyes! “No, no! I’m not doing this anymore!” I said and tried to get up from the high chair. But Megan pushed me down and forced the plastic nipple of the baby bottle into my mouth. I couldn’t breathe and slowly started sucking. The disgusting pee kept flowing down my throat. I cried and tried to spit it out, but I couldn’t. Finally, when I’d given up, Megan took the bottle out of my mouth and pushed the pacifier back into place. “You were a good girl, and we still have so much fun ahead of us all day.”

Megan unstrapped me from the high chair and picked me up again. Then she said, “We have to get ready for our daily training sessions with the girls. Since you’re too young to participate in the training, you’ll just be watching us.” She took me into the living room and sat me down on the couch. “Since you were such a good baby and ate everything for breakfast even though I had to be a little more forceful at the end—you deserve to watch a little TV while Mommy gets her things ready. Megan turned on the TV and switched to a children’s show where they were learning to count. “Stay right here and you better not move!” She patted my diaper and went to get ready with the rest of the team.

Of course, she took the remote control with her so I couldn’t change the channel. I sat there listening to the childish songs. Twenty minutes later, a strange feeling came over me—I had to pee! It was no surprise after all the milk and various drinks they’d made me drink. I looked down at the diaper swelling between my legs and shook my head. “No way, they’ll never make me use my diaper! Never!” I looked around and saw that there was a toilet next to the front door. I hurried over, ripped the diaper off, and sat down on the toilet. I felt an enormous sense of relief—I’d never peed that much before. When I was done, as usual, I flushed the toilet. Then I realized I shouldn’t have done that. Megan had heard it and she was already waiting for me in the living room. She shook her head and grabbed my arm.

“Bad girl! You’re not allowed to use the toilet! So now you’re going to be punished. But first...” Suddenly, another girl walked into the room holding a diaper. “I can’t let you walk around the house without a diaper. There are rules, young lady, that apply to everyone. Mommy doesn’t walk around without panties, does she?” Megan grabbed my arm and laid me down on the couch. With practiced movements, she placed the diaper under me and wiped my pussy dry, which was still wet from pee.

“See, you’re still too young to use the toilet. But here’s Mommy to help.” Of course, the other girls watched my humiliation too; one even took out their phone to take a few pictures. After Megan put the new diaper on me, I tried to get up from the couch, but Megan grabbed me and laid me across her lap. “Now Mommy is going to spank you for thinking you’re a big girl.” I felt her slap my bottom with such force that it hurt even through the diaper. I endured the first ten slap in silence, but once we passed twenty, every single slap felt like torture, and I started crying. I tried to break free from Megan’s grip, but it was useless.

I lay there in her lap, crying, while a happy counting song for children played on the TV. After fifty slaps, Megan stopped and sat me up on her lap. She gently wiped the tears from my face. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you, little girl? I don’t want to punish you again!” I nodded slowly, still crying.