Before Sarah can object Aaliyah has her on her lap and is forcing the rubber nipple of a feeding bottle between Sarah’s lips
Sarah doesn’t feel like taking a drink but has no choice as the bottle is stuffed into her mouth.
As an almost inbuilt automatic reaction Sarah starts to suck on the nipple and Aaliyah holds the bottle firmly in place until Sarah has drunken almost all of it
Part way through Aaliyah stops to check whether Sarah has wet her diaper. Sarah swears that she is dry
“Ok Sarah. You weee a good girl finishing your bottle of juice. Now you can go off and play with your toys. Let’s see how long you stay dry for now”
Sarah sits in her room. She has been handed a Hello Kitty doll which she half heartedly plays with. Aaliyah had also given her a pacifier with a strict instruction not to remove it from her mouth
Suddenly Sarah feels an overwhelming desire to evacuate her bowels. Oh my God. Surely she wasn’t going to mess her diaper? She suspected Aaliyah had doctored her food.
And then within seconds she suddenly lost control of her bowels and felt herself filling her diaper? Oh God. It was horrible
It felt all squelchy and wet and stinky. She didn’t like it at all.
Aaliyah reappeared. “Oh poor baby have you just filled your diaper? Never mind. It won’t be the last time you do that!! Mommy is here. I will take care of you. Let’s find you a nice clean diaper shall we? You will soon get used to this don’t worry.”
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“Dr Smith!” Jennie’s mother shouted furiously as she marched into the therapist’s empty waiting room, dragging her daughter along by the hand. It was after hours, and even the blonde bimbo secretary was gone from her place behind reception. “I know you’re here! Come out and explain yourself!”
Before she could reach the office door, Dr Smith had emerged, hands in his pockets, smiling politely. “Mrs Brown! And Jennie too. How nice to see you. What seems to be the matter?”
“What seems to be the matter?!” Mrs Brown raged. “What do you mean what seems to be the matter? What the hell have you done to my daughter?!”
Dr Smith’s eyes drifted over Jennie, and the faintest smirk twitched at his lips. The outline of a thick adult nappy was visible through her tight jeans, and an inch or so of the plastic waistband was sticking out of the top, leaving no doubt about what the twenty-one-year-old woman was wearing. Her thumb was planted firmly in her mouth and she was sucking on it rhythmically, but when their eyes met, she yanked it out, her mouth wet with drool, and shouted, “You makin’ me act wike a dumb baby! I can’t stop… can’t stop copying my wittle sister! Whatever she does, I hafta act wike dat too!”
Dr Smith chuckled. “I was only helping you with your little problem, Jennie. I’m sure it was hard growing up as an only child all your life, only for your mother to suddenly have another baby. You were telling me how jealous you were of your baby sister and all the attention she was getting. Well, this seems like a perfect solution to me. If you act like her, you’re bound to get just as much attention, if not more!”
“You’re crazy!” Mrs Brown shouted. “Just fix it! Undo it now or I swear to God I will sue you until you’ve got nothing left!”
“Don’t worry, Mrs Brown,” said Dr Smith calmly. He walked over to them, taking his hands out his pockets as he went. “I think this should explain everything.” He held his phone up to her eyes, and at once Mrs Brown’s face went slack.
“There’s absolutely nothing wrong, you see. Jennie’s just being silly, as usual. You know how immature she is. She’s jealous of her baby sister, so she’s acting out for attention.”
“Mummy, stop!” Jennie cried, looking at her mother’s blank expression in panic. “Don’t wook, Mummy!”
“Hush Jennie,” said Dr Smith sternly, and Jennie’s mouth closed at once. “The grown-ups are trying to have a conversation. Go stand in the corner and poop your pants while I talk to your Mummy.”
A whine bubbled up in Jennie’s throat, but she couldn’t stop her body obeying. She fought to put her feet back under her control, but it was useless. She walked over to the corner, facing it like a naughty child. Then she bent her knees slightly and started grunting. She could still hear Dr Smith’s voice behind her.
“During our sessions, Jennie told me all about her plans to start acting like a toddler. She told me she was going to watch what her baby sister did and start copying those behaviours. So if her little sister sucked her thumb, she’d start sucking her thumb. If her little sister made a mess with her food, that’s what she’d be doing every meal as well. And if her little sister wasn’t potty trained, then she wouldn’t be using toilets either. I tried to tell her not to, but she was insistent.”
There was an especially loud grunt from the corner, and Jennie felt a yucky mess begin to fill the back of her nappy. “Nooo….” she whined softly. “Dat’s not twue…” Her face was bright red with shame, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself straining to make a dirty diaper. A strong rush of pee flooded her nappy as well, and it began to sag inside her jeans.
“Of course, it’s totally ridiculous for an adult woman to act this way,” Dr Smith continued. “But my advice is to give her exactly what she wants. If she’s going to act like a baby, then treat her like one. That ought to teach her a lesson.”
Jennie was still facing the corner, and her face was scrunched up with the effort of messing her nappy like an overgrown two-year-old, but she could just picture her mother nodding blankly along with Dr Smith’s words.
“If she wants to embarrass herself by acting like this, then you might as well make sure she goes all the way. Dress her up in onesies and tutus and pink, frilly bonnets – or just let her run around in nothing but her nappy. Feed her baby food and formula. Change her Pampers in the public park. Invite her friends to babysit. And of course, make sure she gets plenty of strict discipline. Maybe that will persuade her to start acting her age.”
Jennie finally finished pooping herself, and she whined again in disgust at the heavy, yucky load in the back of her pants, and in fear at Dr Smith’s words. She looked anxiously over her shoulder, and felt a horrible shiver run down her spine. The doctor was putting away his phone, and her mother was standing there looking perfectly satisfied.
“Thank you very much,” her mother said. “I’m so grateful to have your advice. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”
“Not at all, Mrs Brown,” Dr Smith said graciously. “I know little girls can be a handful sometimes.”
“Oh they certainly can,” Jennie’s mother agreed, looking over at her panic-stricken daughter sternly. “Come along, Jennie. It’s time to go home. You can finish your corner time when we get back, after you’ve had a spanking.”
Jennie burst into tears. “Mummy, no!” she wailed. “This isn’t wight!”
But her mother strode over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her out of the room. “It certainly isn’t! Twenty-one-year-olds shouldn’t need spankings and corner times. And they certainly shouldn’t need nappies.” Mrs Brown paused for a moment, then she reached down and quickly tugged Jennie’s jeans down her legs and over her feet, leaving her in nothing but a sagging diaper and her socks and shoes below the waist. “There. If you’re going to wear nappies like a baby, then everyone’s going to know it. Plus it will be easier for me to tell when you need changing.”
“Stob it, Mummy!” Jennie sobbed. “It’s Dr Smith! He hyp… hypno… he did something to you too!” She looked back at Dr Smith. There was a wide grin on his face, and his eyes were sparkling malevolently.
“Don’t be silly, Jennie,” said Mrs Brown impatiently, pulling her daughter over to the door and dumping her jeans in the bin beside it as she passed. “Dr Smith is a wonderful man who’s only trying to help us. You’re just a naughty girl who’s acting out for attention because you’re jealous of your baby sister. Now stop struggling, or you’ll be getting a spanking every night this week!”
Mary banged the tray of her highchair angrily with her fists. “No! I’m not eating that! I’m not!” She was practically bouncing up and down in her seat. Her breasts, barely concealed by her pink, princess-themed bib, bounced along with her, and her enormous adult nappy crinkled loudly.
“Oh yes you are, missy,” her mother said sternly, placing down a bowl of baby food in front of her fussy, thirty-year-old daughter and putting her hands on her hips. “You might have been a fussy food critic back when you were still a grown-up, but that’s over now. You’ll eat your num-nums like a good girl or else you’ll go to bed with a red bottom tonight! Or maybe I just won’t change your diaper all day. Would you like that? You’ll probably make a big poo-poo in your pants not long after you finish your lunchies. Do you really want to spend the rest of the day waddling around in a messy nappy?”
Mary’s face went scarlet. “You can’t treat me like this!” she cried furiously. “I’m a grown woman! You can’t talk to me this way!”
“I certainly can, little lady,” her mother said mildly. “The courts made it clear that you have to spend the next three years as a baby, and that means eating like one too. Really, it’s no more than you deserve after all those horrible reviews you wrote about those poor little family restaurants. And to think, all those things you said weren’t even true! Personally, I think it’s a good thing their lawyers tore you apart and got you sent back to Pampers. I clearly went wrong raising you somewhere, so this will be the perfect chance to give it another go.” She dipped a plastic spoon into the bowl of baby mush and lifted it to her daughter’s pouting lips. “Now say aah!”
Mary didn’t open her mouth, but her mother pressed the spoon forward all the same, smearing her lips with baby food. It was some kind of strained carrots mixture, and to Mary’s refined pallet, it tasted utterly disgusting. She was used to dining in fine restaurants, dressed up to the nines and being served by handsome waiters. To have all of that taken away, to be sent back to live with her mother, strapped into an oversized highchair being force-fed infant food, it was almost more than she could handle. But the truth was, she was hungry. And she really didn’t want to be stuck in a dirty diaper until bedtime. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth for the second spoonful.
“Good baby!” her mother cooed. Most of the food went into her daughter’s mouth this time, but she made sure to spill a little down her chin. Her daughter was just so cute with a mucky face!
Mary wrinkled her nose in disgust as she swallowed the carrot purée, but obediently opened her mouth for another bite. She might as well get it over with quickly, she decided. But her mother had every intention of savouring the experience. For the rest of the meal, she waved around the spoon like an aeroplane (“Open up the hanger for Mummy! That’s a good girl!”) or making chugging sounds like a train (“Choo-choo! The train’s coming up to the tunnel! Open wide, baby!”) while Mary sat there, blushing and feeling totally stupid, and by the time she’d finished the bowl, her lower face and bib were covered in baby food.
Her mother dropped the spoon into the plastic bowl with a clatter and whipped out her phone. Mary’s eyed widened, but before she could raise her hands to cover her face, her mother had snapped a picture of her.
“This one’s going straight onto Facebook,” her mother said happily to herself, looking down at the picture with adoring eyes. She was clearly thrilled her have her baby back.
“Stop it, Mum!” Mary wailed. “It’s bad enough that I have to do this at all! I don’t want everyone else to see! Please!”
“Oh hush, baby,” her mother said, taking a cloth and getting to work wiping her daughter’s messy face. “There’ll be no hiding this, so you might as well get used to people knowing. Not that I’d want to keep my adorable little girl a secret from anyone! Now come along, sweetie.” Mary found herself being lifted up out of her highchair and hoisted into her mother’s arms, her bottom resting on her hip. “Time to go into the living room. You’re not quite done feeding yet!”
“What?” Mary asked, confused. “What do you mean?”
“You haven’t had anything to drink yet, silly!” her mother chuckled, but that made Mary frown. Why were they leaving the kitchen then?
Her mother went through to the room next door and took a seat on the sofa, laying Mary down against her, her head resting against her chest. With a plummeting sensation in her stomach, Mary realised that she was probably about to be bottle-fed. But her mother didn’t seem to have one with her… Then she lifted up her shirt, and Mary saw the maternity bra beneath.
“No!” she shrieked. “No way! I’m not doing that! I’m not!” She tried to get up, but her mother held her down.
“You will if you want a nappy change anytime today, sweetheart.” And with that, she shoved the nipple of her breast into her daughter’s mouth, and held her head against her.
Mary looked up into her mother’s eyes desperately, silently pleading with her, but her mother just looked back warningly.
For a few moments, Mary didn’t move. She just lay there, her cheeks bright red with shame, her lips clamped around her mother’s breast. And then, with a low, embarrassed whine, she started to suck. Thick, rich breastmilk poured down her throat at once, warm and sweet and horrible. But once she’d started, the milk flowed into her mouth, and it was difficult to stop.
“That’s my good girl,” her mother crooned softly, brushing Mary’s hair. “It’s so lovely to do this again. It’s such a good bonding experience for Mummy and baby. After you got sentenced, the courts recommended a doctor I could speak to, and I was amazed at how quickly he said he could induce lactation. There’s a very special drug he gave me that helped me start doing it almost straight away! And the best part is, the doctors said the milk it produces is addictive! Isn’t that amazing? Just think, after a few weeks back on the breast, you’ll start to crave it. I can’t wait to see you tug on my skirts in public and beg for a breastfeed!”
Mary squealed with horror around the nipple in her mouth, but her mother barely noticed. She was too busy giggling at the thought of her adult daughter pleading for a suckle in front of her friends. “It’ll be so adorable! And just think, when your Regression Sentence ends, I’ll actually have to wean you off my boobs!”
Mary cringed with shame and clenched her eyes tightly shut, still continuing to guzzle down her mother’s breastmilk at a steady pace. She was starting to feel bloated, and for the first time she wondered, with a pang of fear, whether her slim, sexy figure would survive two years of baby food and breastmilk. She was very proud of her tight, toned stomach, but now the vision of herself with a slightly pudgy belly appeared in her mind. Just a little bit of baby fat, but enough to turn her from sexy to cute. She could just picture her mother and her friends pinching her cheeks and blowing raspberries on her tummy, and the thought made her want to sink into the sofa and disappear.
At last, her mother gently pulled her head away from her chest, and her nipple popped free. Mary groaned. She was feeling very full.
“Well done, baby girl,” her mother cooed. “That’s one down. Only one more to go!”
Mary whimpered. She was about to complain that she’d had enough, when she was distracted by a sudden pressure in her bladder. She gasped. She didn’t know if it had been something in the food, or another quality of her mother’s special breastmilk, or if it was something else entirely, but the need to pee had arisen so quickly and powerfully that she barely had time to react. Her hands clutched at the front of her nappy, her eyes went wide and, while her mother looked down at her with a grin, she started to wet.
“No!” she squealed, and her mother tittered.
“Uh-oh! Looks like it’s tinkle-time for Mummy’s wittle princess! There’s no need to look so scared, sweetie. That’s what your nappy’s for!”
Mary just lay there in shock, trying in vain to stop the flow of the warm rush of pee as it soaked her diaper. Worse, she could feel a rumbling in her tummy that let her know that it wouldn’t be long before she was doing something even yuckier in it.
“Mummy promises you’ll get used to all of this, darling,” her mother went on gently. “Yummy baby food, yucky nappies, and of course, plenty of time snuggled up with Mama, drinking from her breasts. We’ll be doing it all every day for the next two years – even out in public!”
At that, Mary started to cry, but her mother just shushed her gently and guided her other breast into the woman’s waiting mouth. She was sure her daughter would feel much better with a full tummy.
It came to be November. Katie was of course still in diapers and was wearing babyish clothes around the house, and pretty much being treated like a toddler around her home 24/7.
Every Thanksgiving holiday her family would always go visit her relatives. She always liked going to see these relatives and they always met up at her Grandmother’s house.
The night before they left she asked her mom if she’d have to wear baby clothes at her Grandmother’s house. Her moms reply was no, but she said that if someone notices her diapers that she would tell them why she wore them.
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We arrived at my Grandmother’s house early on Thanksgiving Day. By the time we got there, my diaper was soaking wet and cold. I was still wearing the ABU diapers, and had in fact switched to these diapers almost exclusively. I liked the babyish designs on them, and my parents said that since I was essentially a toddler anyway that I should wear diapers that fit with that image. I was happy to wear these diapers, even though it was fairly obvious by the crinkle and bulk under my pants that I was diapered, but by this point I didn’t care because of how much I loved being in diapers 24/7. Anyway, by the time we got to my Grandmother’s I badly needed a changing but I didn’t know how to get my mom’s attention without flat out saying “my diaper is wet,” so I nudged my mom’s leg a little and pointed to the front of my pants. She understood what I was trying to say.
“Excuse me, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed my diaper bag and took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper on the bathroom floor.
“If you need to be changed you are going to have to come to me and tell me.” My mom said mater-of-factly, as she finished powdering my diaper area and taped up my fresh diaper.
“But mommy.” I said in a whiney voice.
“But nothing Katie. If you can’t act like a regular teenage girl and use the potty, and wear big girl panties like other girls your age then I guess everyone should know.” My mom said as she rolled up my used diaper and placed it in a plastic bag before putting it in my diaper bag so they could dispose of it when we got back home. My mom might have not cared if others found out I wore diapers, but she still wanted to be considerate and not leave my stinky diapers in the trash for everyone to smell while we were at my Grandmother’s house.
I was a little stunned by what she had said and wanted to cry. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to be changed for the rest of the day, but knew that was impossible since lunch was only an hour away and we wouldn’t be leaving until after supper time.
After I was changed I went off to play with my cousins. One was my age and the other two were a year younger. None of them wore diapers of course. The one who was my age was a boy and the other two were girls. We got along quite well for the most part, except my guy cousin, John, sometimes picked on us girls.
It came to be lunch time. My diaper was dry at this point but I knew that wouldn’t last. I ate a lot of food since I was quite hungry. I also drank a few glasses of chocolate milk and some water and lemonade as well, and knew I’d be paying for it later.
Later came. Around mid afternoon I was playing games with my cousins when I wet my diaper. Of course, after a few seconds it didn’t feel very wet and things were fine. A half hour later I had to pee again. This time the wet feeling stayed. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but was beginning to get soggy and bulky (the ABU’s always got thicker when wet). When I walked they made more noise, as usual. One of my cousins, the one my age, noticed the crinkling noise and asked me what that was. I acted as if I didn’t know and he forgot about it.
Another hour passed. Now my diaper was soaked and the pee was cold. I could feel the wetness in every move I made. I didn’t want to tell my mom I needed to be changed, so I didn’t, and just tried to ignore it and hope for the best, and hope that I could hold off mentioning my diapers to my mom until we left that night. She hadn’t come to check to see if I needed a diaper change, so I thought that just maybe I could make this plan of mine work.
Something happened which made my little plan fail though. When it was my turn to spin the “spinner” on the game we were playing, I felt I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a big load since I hadn’t gone since earlier the day before. So I tried my best to hold it. I didn’t have much control left after being in diapers for so long, but what little I had I was determined to try and hold off pooping my diaper until maybe my cousins went to do something else or maybe when they had to use the bathroom. It wasn’t meant to be however and my ability to hold it lasted for about ten minutes. Then the feeling was stronger and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stopped for a short bit during the game and kind of gave a muffled grunt as I felt my muscles give in, and felt almost two days worth of poop fill my diaper. Before I knew it, there was a strong odor coming from my diaper. And of course, my cousins noticed it.
“What’s that smell? Darn it, Lisa, did you have another accident again?” John, the cousin my age asked his sister who was a little older than my sister, and a year younger than me, and apparently had been having some accidents in her pants from time to time lately.
“No. I didn’t go poop.” Lisa said with a red face.
“Then who did?” He looked at me and I just kind of was there squatting down, not wanting to sit in my dirty diaper and smoosh it, so I just acted like I didn’t hear him, and I didn’t say a word as he continued to look at me and the stance I was in, with a now obvious diaper bulge around my crotch, and a smell that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a dirty diaper.
“Was it you Katie? Did you poop in your pants?” John asked with distain in his voice.
I knew I was busted and couldn’t get out of it. My other cousins, the girls around my age, were both wearing leggings, and it was obvious that they hadn’t pooped their pants and didn’t have a diaper on underneath their leggings either. I on the other hand was wearing toddler-style overalls that my mom had dressed me in earlier that morning, that also had snaps in the crotch and legs for easy diaper changes. How they hadn’t noticed my poofy butt and crotch earlier was an amazing feat in itself, but now I was busted and there was no way out of it. I got up and ran, or more like waddled with my now loaded diaper, to where my mom was playing cards with tears in my eyes. I shyly told her “I need my diaper changed.”
“Oh, excuse me, Katie needs her diaper changed. From what I smell, I think she pooped her diaper” My mom said nonchalantly. As if changing a teenage girls diaper was just a normal everyday thing.
Everyone at the table, except my sister and father, who were playing cards had a puzzled look on their face as my mom patted my bottom to feel my loaded diaper and then held my hand and led me to the bathroom, with my diaper bag over her shoulder.
I heard them comment, “Katie wears diapers? Since when?” My dad began telling them the whole story. He explained how they had caught me with an opened pack of diapers in my room and they had busted me wearing diapers about 10 months earlier. He told them how they had confronted me about my diaper wearing and after some discussion and my admitting that I enjoyed wearing diapers that they had decided to return me to diapers and treat me like a toddler 24/7. My relatives had tons of questions of course, but my dad was patient and explained to them that I was no longer really potty trained and was now reliant on diapers. That back at home I was dressed as a toddler, and I also slept in a crib and got changed on a changing table, and they brought a diaper bag with them whenever we went out in public. I no longer wore panties like other girls my age, and they had in fact thrown away all my panties when I had decided to wear diapers. And of course I didn’t use the toilet at all, and if I had to pee or poop I just did it in my diaper like a toddler would do.
In the bathroom, while my dad was explaining all of this to my relatives, my mom was changing my diaper, and getting me all clean after the big mess I had made in my diaper. Finally after cleaning me thoroughly, she pulled out some footy pajamas and my paci and put the paci in my mouth as she slipped my legs into the pajamas. I kind of let out a moan of frustration, and tried to object, but my mom gave me a quick pop on my diaper.
“Katie, you are a toddler, and around the house you wear these clothes, and now that everyone knows you are in diapers it shouldn’t make a difference. Unless you want to wear just your diaper and t-shirt and paci when we go back out there. Is that what you want baby girl?” My mom paused as she waited for an answer.
I quickly shook my head no.
“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. Now everyone knows you’re a baby and wear diapers, so now you can enjoy yourself and not worry about people finding out about your diapers.” She said as she zipped up my pajamas, rolled up my loaded diaper, which my Grandmother had said she could throw away in the regular trash now, helped me to my feet and then gave my diaper butt a pat before leading me out of the bathroom.
When my diaper was changed, my mom and I walked out of the bathroom, me in my toddler footy pajamas with my paci in my mouth, and my mom holding my diaper bag in one hand and my loaded stinky diaper in the other as she headed towards the trashcan. A few of my relatives looked at me strangely and when I went back to play with my cousins, John poked fun at me.
“You baby. Can’t you use the toilet like everyone else?”
“Shut up.” I said in a crying voice. It made me sad when people, especially family laughed at me for wearing diapers.
“Oh, did I hurt the baby’s feelings. I’m sorry.” John said mockingly.
“Cut it out John. So she wears diapers. Katie, I don’t care if you wear diapers. Let’s play somewhere else.” Lisa, who was one year younger than me, said. I was glad she didn’t mind. Alyssa, my other girl cousin didn’t care either. We played games without John and he just watched TV for the rest of the day.
My Aunts, Uncles, and Grandmother didn’t seem to care very much either and I overheard one of them saying something like, “Well, everyone’s different I guess. I’m sure it’s just a phase she’s going through.”
If this was a phase it was the happiest phase of my life, and I had no intention of ever giving up my diapers.
School on Wednesday went by quickly. At lunch a few of the girls asked where she had been the day before. Julie had anticipated this and was ready. “Oh, my mom actually took me out to lunch off campus yesterday.” It wasn’t a total lie of course, but Julie was still concerned that somebody might ask her other questions. Becky obviously knew it was a lie too. Julie shot a glance over to Becky, who very slightly nodded her head in approval.
After school she came home and her mom checked her diaper (it was wet) and changed her into a new one. The two of them went back downstairs and into the kitchen. Sally was unloading the dishwasher and Julie cracked her school books open to hammer out some of the homework she had. The motivation to get much of anything done however really wasn’t there though and Julie spent a lot more time looking out the window than looking at the words on the pages of her books. Her mom must have noticed.
“Honey I’m going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Why don’t you come along and pick out what you want to eat?”
“Sure!” Anything was better than homework.
“Ok, let’s go then.”
Sally already had her car keys and her purse and headed straight for the door with Julie right behind. When she got to the door she paused at the sight of the diaper bag, which was on the entryway table.
“Hey,” Sally said as she set her purse and keys on the table next to the diaper bag and turned to Julie, “let’s take a quick look at your diaper before we go.”
Julie had just been changed maybe an hour ago, but still happily cooperated with her mom’s request. Maybe her mom had forgotten that she had just changed her. She was wearing jeans and just unbuttoned them and pulled them down.
“OK, you’re fine, so let’s go.” Sally quickly pronounced. Julie pulled up her jeans again and then spotted the diaper bag by the front door. “Do you want me to carry the diaper bag mom?”
“No, don’t bother. I mean, we’re just going to the grocery store and then coming home. That’s why I just checked your diaper. Plus there aren’t any diapers in it anyhow. I left it by the front door to remind myself to refill it. ”
With that, mom opened the door and the two of them jumped in the car. The drive to the store only lasted 15 minutes and the two of them chatted a bit as Sally drove. Julie learned that the Scotts, who lived a couple of streets over had just gotten a new puppy.
“I saw them walking it the other day, it’s the cutest thing.” Sally went on.
At the same time that Julie’s mom told her about the new puppy, her body told her that at some point in the near future her clean diaper was going to turn into a stinky one. Julie felt a bit cheated about the timing of things. ‘Thanks for waiting until after we left for the grocery store!’ she told herself. Julie did not like the idea of walking around in a loaded diaper in the grocery store and she decided to just wait until they got home.
A few minutes later they arrived at the store. The parking lot was pretty full and Sally had to spend a few minutes driving around looking for a parking spot. Julie wasn’t worried or anything, but she did decide that she was going to really try and make this trip happen as fast as possible so she could get home.
The two of them walked to the shopping cart parking lot as Julie like to call it and Julie grabbed a cart. She always got to ‘drive’ the cart. Apparently it was something that she had insisted on ever since she was old enough to reach the cart’s handle. Over the years it had become a real tradition. Julie drove the rackety cart forward across the parking lot towards the store entrance. The motion censor picked them up and the doors swept open with a swish.
Once inside, Sally fished out the shopping list from her purse and opened it up. Julie’s eyes went a big when she saw how long it was. This was not going to be a fast trip.
“Wow, that’s a lot of stuff. I thought you said that you only had to pick up a few things mom?”
“Oh, well, yes I guess it is a bit longer than I remembered. But we are having the Helmer’s over for dinner this week, so I need to get stuff for that. And well, it’s been a while since I went shopping, which is why I thought you might want to come along.”
Julie pushed the cart down to one end of the store, hoping to get a quick start on things. But deep down, Julie knew this was going to take a while. She had gone shopping with her mom many times before. On big trips like this, her mom insisted on walking though each and every aisle, while going over the grocery list slowly. It was a game. Her mom liked to start on one side of the store and would try and have every item on the list checked off when they finished walking down the last aisle on the other side. Julie thought it was pretty silly, mainly because they almost always lost and had to go back to a few aisles for food they missed.
The two of them started in aisle 18, which had bread and baked goods. There were a lot of items on the list there, and Julie picked out sandwich bread and a few muffins that she planned to have for either breakfast or an after school snack. Aisle 17 and 16 went by pretty quickly, but they got hung up in aisle 15 on cereal, which was mainly Julie’s fault as she couldn’t make up her mind.
By the time they got to aisle 13 Julie realized that she was in trouble.
The hope of making this a fast trip had pretty much vanished. The list had a lot of items still unchecked, including a bunch of produce, which Julie knew would take a long time since her mom was a total nut job when it came to picking the right fruits and vegetables. And then they still had to check out, and then get to the car, and then get home. Julie knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold it for too much longer. She really needed to go. Part of her said screw it just go, but she still dreaded the idea of having a real accident in the store. It wasn’t like at school where she could take care of things on the way to Ms. Bernard’s office. She decided to try to hold on and hope.
By aisle 10 hope was vanishing. By aisle 9 it was gone.
They were only half way through the store. Julie had been trying to help her mom with stuff on the list, but the pressure was turning into a major distraction. Julie knew she could hold it for a little while longer, but not much. Ten minutes maybe? Fifteen at best? ‘There’s no way we are getting out of here in ten minutes.’ Julie told herself. ‘Thirty minutes is more likely, and there is no way I am going to be able to make it that long.’ Julie stopped thinking for a minute and tried to take a look at the list. Her mom was off at the other end of the aisle looking for something and had taken the list with her, leaving Julie and the cart behind. With nothing to distract her at all, Julie had to face it.
Looking back on it, Julie realized that it was this moment when she truly and finally gave in. ‘You know what? Screw this.’ Julie thought to herself. ‘Why am I even thinking about it? I mean, I’m wearing diapers for a reason. What difference does it really make if I poop my pants now or later? It’s not like I am not going to end up in a poopy diaper if I wait! I’m just being ridiculous. I need to seriously stop worrying so much about stuff that doesn’t matter.’ Then for some reason Julie thought about Kate, and what she had said at lunch. ‘The less you care about it, the less of an impact it will have’.
Julie shook her head and decided to just accept the situation she was in. Kate was right, and Julie knew it. All this freaking out was getting tiresome. ‘That’s it, I’m giving up on the whole worrying about the when and wear of using my diapers.’ Julie decided. ‘I mean, what’s the point? I wear diapers all the time, I use them all the time, so who cares when or where I use them. Why should I care where I use my diaper?’ A different voice, a new voice, from a different part of her head, answered the question:
‘I don’t.’ it said.
For whatever reason, maybe it was repetition, maybe it was resignation, but for some reason Julie felt very different about the thoughts going through her head. She knew that the decision to stop fighting it, to just go ahead and use her diapers and to not care, was some kind of turning point. ‘Maybe I am finally learning to use my diapers like I’m supposed to.’ And the other voice inside her head said ‘And it’s about time! It only took you like 2 weeks or something.’ Julie smiled, ‘I like this other voice’ she told herself.
By giving up, Julie actually felt a major sense of relief. She continued to think to herself about the decision she had just made, and the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. ‘Why even worry about it?’ she asked herself. ‘I mean, why should I even care at this point? I’ve been wearing diapers for too long for this to even be a big deal. I’m just not going to stress out about it anymore.’
Once she stopped fighting it, things happened quickly. Julie almost giggled a bit as she felt the bottom of her diaper expand and the pressure go away. It was kind of funny to think that nobody could tell that she was actually pooping her pants in the middle of a grocery store. She ended up wetting herself a bit too, which she wasn’t expecting but did nothing at all to stop. Her mom had already gone on to 8 and by the time she pushed the cart over to catch up, everything was done and Julie had a loaded diaper. ‘Much better.’ Julie said to herself. ‘And that’s the last time I am going to worry about using my diaper ever again.’
Time to carry on, Julie decided. It was pretty much impossible to not notice that she had filled her pants, but Julie did her best to just focus on the shopping and ignore it. She didn’t exactly walk funny, but she felt the need to waddle just a bit at first.
The shopping continued as if nothing had happened. Which was just further proof, as far as Julie was concerned, that she had made the right choice (which she had to admit wasn’t really much of a choice anyhow). The more she thought about it, the more strongly she reinforced the idea in her head that that had been the last time she was going to worry about using her diapers. ‘Kate was right’ Julie thought to herself again, ‘I’ve been making too big of a deal about this.’
The list was getting checked off and they were in aisle four when Sally paused and looked at Julie. Although Julie didn’t see her mom sniff the air or anything, she could tell that her mom had just figured it out.
Sally stopped and looked at Julie somewhat surprised. “Honey, did you… Did you poop your pants?”
“Uh, yea.” Julie answered as if she were being asked to pass the salt at dinner. ‘If I’m not going to fight it, I’m not going to hide it either’ Julie decided.
“Just now, in the middle of the grocery store?”
“Well, it was a little bit ago actually.” Julie said casually. Then, given her new found confidence and determination she added, “I had to go and just couldn’t help it.”
Sally looked at her daughter and spoke slowly and softly, “You really couldn’t, could you?” Or was that not a question but a statement Julie wondered? A moment passed and her mom was still looking at her so Julie just shook her head and shrugged indifferently. The movement brought Sally back and she mumbled, “Huh. Well, OK.”
Julie looked confused. “Mom, what?”
“Oh, nothing really.” Sally started. “I just forgot what it’s really like to have a kid in diapers I guess. I mean, I certainly remember back when you were a baby and all that. But over time you tend to forget about the details. I’m just remembering what it’s really like.”
“What do you mean mom? Are you mad?”
“No, no nothing like that.” Sally looked and smiled. “It’s just that I had this sudden realization that I really do have a kid in diapers again. And then I was remembering what that really means. I remember thinking when we finally got you potty trained that I was really done with diapers and that part of life. And now its like, ‘oh, well, here I am again.’ It’s kind of funny actually, I almost feel like I went back in time a bit or something. I just never thought I would be dealing with you being in diapers again, that’s all.”
Julie just kind of looked at her mom for a few seconds.
“Look, it’s not a big deal honey, having a kid in diapers. Every parent on this planet has dealt with it, ok? I was just thinking, oh, yea, I remember this now. Having a kid in diapers means having to deal with diapers whenever and wherever. Kind of like at the lake last weekend. Sometimes it’s just a wet diaper in the morning and sometimes it means a blow out at the grocery store. Like you just said, it’s not like they can help it, so you just deal with it. Anyways, let’s finish up shopping. Sorry, but you’re obviously going to have to wait until we get home before I can change you.”
“I know mom, it’s fine.”
Julie had chosen to just ignore the fact that she had a wet, poopy diaper and her mom seemed fine doing the same. It took another 20 minutes to finish off the list (and a trip back to aisle 12 for some tomato paste they missed) and then they checked out. Julie hadn’t exactly forgotten about her diapers situation, but sitting down in the car certainly reminded her that she needed to be changed. When they got home, they unloaded the car and then her mom insisted that they put everything away. After the last item went into the pantry Sally turned to Julie.
“Well, now that that’s all taken care of I guess it’s your turn. Let’s go change your diaper.”
After the new government strips women of their rights, girls across the country must adjust to a world in which they are treated as little more than toddlers. John wants to transform his girlfriend into his perfect baby doll, but Ella is determined not to end up as some diaper-dependent Daddy's girl... or is she?
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Ella could only stare at the TV in shock when they announced the news of the Patriarchal Party’s victory in the election. A total upset, one that had left the pollsters and journalists and civil servants scrambling and confused. The new government seemed anything but disorganised, however. They had already got to work passing a number of policies to “put girls in their place” and “reassert the rightful, patriarchal order”. And just like that, Ella’s rights were gone. Her career in academia, gone. Her bank accounts, gone. Her partner, or closest male relative, was to be granted full custody over her.
John stood next to her as she watched the screen, and as the news came in, his hand stroked her chestnut brown hair and ran slowly down her back until it reached her bottom. He cupped her bum cheeks reassuringly, possessively, through the seat of her jeans. This is exactly what he said would happen, Ella thought, dully. And exactly what he wanted.
Her boyfriend was a pamphleteer for the Party; it had been a point of serious disagreement between them given her strongly feminist views, but despite their many arguments about it, the truth was she’d never taken it all that seriously. He helped do the dishes, after all, and although he could be a little condescending at times, a little overprotective, there could be no doubt that he loved her. His support of the patriarchy had always seemed like something purely theoretical. But now, faced with the idea that she was legally under his authority, that she was as dependent on him like a child, and that he had worked to bring that about, it had suddenly become very real. She knew she ought to be furious with him, but for the moment she could feel nothing but numb disbelief.
“Hang on a second,” said the male newscaster, putting a finger to his earpiece. “We’re getting some breaking news. I’m being told that Angela Smith, the young leader of the opposition who marched into government headquarters some time ago, is now coming outside. Insiders report that she was attempting to dispute the result.”
For an instant, Ella felt a surge of hope, but then the camera cut to a view of the main government office, and she let out a gasp. Smith was being dragged outside, kicking and screaming, by two security guards. Her professional clothes were gone, and in their place the twenty-nine-year-old rising star politician was dressed in a short, pink petticoat and a ruffled white top with the words Naughty Little Girl written across the front in sparkling sequins. Her sensible blonde ponytail had been turned into a pair of ridiculous-looking pigtails, tied in place with pink ribbons, and something white and bulky was peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. Smith gave the air an extra hard, desperate kick, and her petticoats flashed up, revealing the enormous disposable diaper she wore beneath. Ella’s mouth fell open.
“Let me go!” Smith was screeching. “You can’t do this to me! Get your hands off me, you chauvinist pigs!” But the guards trundled her effortlessly into the back of a van and shut the doors on her, cutting off her final scream. “You can’t do this to m-!”
A government spokesman came out of the government building a moment later and took up a place at a podium. There was a faint smile playing about his lips. “Angela has been a very naughty girl,” he said, speaking into a microphone for the assembled press. “She barged into our offices making all kinds of silly demands, trying to overturn the will of the people, and demonstrating behaviour that is entirely unbecoming of a young lady. As such, we have decided that she be enrolled in one of our new, state-sponsored etiquette schools for women, in order to learn some manners. It’s our belief that even the most badly behaved girls can be taught their place with enough strict discipline.”
The van started up and began to drive away, and the news cameras were just able to capture a glimpse of Angela Smith’s furious face through the windows on the rear doors as she was carted off.
“There’s a lot of work to do,” said the spokesman, “but I have time for a couple of questions.” He pointed at someone.
“Will Angela be returning to politics?” asked a man.
“No,” said the spokesman. “We don’t believe women belong in the political sphere, and certainly not a naughty little thing like Angela. Her departure from the political world will be permanent.” He pointed at someone else.
“Why was Miss Smith wearing baby clothes and… and a nappy?” a woman asked, sounding apprehensive. “Surely that’s not going to be a permanent thing?”
“To answer your first question, it’s because they suit her much better than the ridiculous, masculine suits she liked to strut around in before,” said the spokesman. “And as for your second question, yes. We think it’s only appropriate that little Angela wears baby clothes and nappies for the rest of her life as punishment. It ought to help keep her attitude in check. Now, that’s really all I have time for, I’m afraid.” He left the podium and headed back inside, leaving the journalists to shout questions after him.
Ella’s cheeks were burning with indignation and second-hand embarrassment. She’d voted for Smith. The poor woman had been paraded in front of the cameras dressed like an oversized two-year-old for the whole world to see! And now she was being packed off to some kind of etiquette school. There was another thought that turned Ella’s stomach too – surely Smith wouldn’t actually be expected to use the diapers, would she?
The camera cut back to the studio. The female newscaster was looking very shocked. “So as you can see,” she said, “the government has arrested, or, uh, taken into custody, or something, the leader of the opposition. Miss Smith was made to go through a terrible public humiliation. Whether the public will stand for such a clear breach of our democratic values remains to be seen.”
“Careful, Susan,” said the male newscaster, smirking at his colleague. “If you get on the wrong side of our new government, you might just end up joining her. Personally, I think your bottom would look adorable in Pampers!”
Susan, the female newscaster, forced a laugh and shuffled the papers in front of her nervously.
The male newscaster smiled at the camera. “We’ll be giving you more updates throughout the day, gentlemen, so stay tuned!”
Ella picked up the remote and shut off the TV angrily. Then she rounded on her boyfriend. “What the fuck, John!”
“Don’t swear, sweetheart,” he scolded gently. “You know naughty words are for the bedroom only.”
“Don’t give me that crap now!” Ella snapped, blushing. “Look what this country has done! Look what you’ve done!”
“It’s alright, baby,” John said, soothingly. “There’s no need to-”
“No, it is not alright!” Ella interrupted fiercely, her temper boiling over. “Women have lost their rights! All the progress of the last hundred years undone in one fucking day by a group of lunatics that you voted for! That you support! That you’re a member of!”
“Ella, calm down. This is the best thing for you, darling. Soon enough-”
“The best thing for me?!” Ella shouted, fuming. “Last I checked I was a twenty-four-year-old woman and perfectly capable of deciding for myself what’s best for me!”
“Sweetheart,” John said, warningly, “you’re throwing a tantrum like a fussy toddler. If you don’t settle down by the count of three, you’re going to be in big trouble.”
“You can’t talk to me that way!” Ella screamed, scarlet with rage. “I’m not a child!”
“One.”
“Are you seriously going to count to three?!”
“Two.”
“What, are you going to put me in time-out or someth-”
“Three.”
John grabbed her by the hand and dragged her over to the sofa. Before Ella had even realised what he was doing, he’d unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to her ankles, taking her panties with them. She barely had time to shriek at her sudden semi-nudity before, in one swift moment, her boyfriend sat down, pulled her over his lap, and pinned her hands together behind her back.
“What the hell are you-” Ella started to shout, but John interrupted her.
“Bad girl!” he scolded, bringing his hand down on her bare, upturned bottom. It landed with a loud smack, and Ella squealed at the sharp, prickling heat of the blow. “Very bad girl! You do not shout at Daddy!” He delivered another swat to her jiggling rear.
“OW!” Ella cried, fighting to get free. “STOP!”
“I’m not going to stop until you’ve learned your lesson, Ella,” John said, sternly, raising his hand and bringing it down once more on her soft, dainty backside.
“OW!” Ella cried again. She looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend in disbelief. Was he seriously going to spank her over his knee like a misbehaving child?! “You can’t do this to me!” she screeched.
“Oh yes I can,” said John. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, Ella, and naughty little girls get spankings!” His palm struck her bottom with another noisy smack.
“OW! I’m not a little girl!” Ella shouted, trying her best to roll off his lap. “I’m a grown woman!”
“There’s no such thing as a grown woman, sweetheart,” said John, calmly, tightening his grip around his struggling girlfriend. “Just big little girls who need putting in their place.” He started to pick up the pace of her spanking, alternating between striking her left and right buttocks. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ella began to kick her legs wildly, sending her jeans and underwear flying off her feet. She let out an incoherent whine of pain and humiliation. “STOOOP!” she wailed. Tears were starting to sting her eyes. This wasn’t fair!
“You’ve had this coming for a long time, little girl,” John lectured, while his hand continued to rain painful blows down on her rapidly reddening rear end. “Every woman has. You don’t need rights. You need rules. You need looking after. You need taking in hand.”
“OW! OW! STOP IT! PLEASE!”
“I’m going to teach you to behave, baby,” John went on, ignoring her pleading and continuing to spank her now bright red derrière. “I’m going to teach you how to be a good girl for your Daddy, even if it means you won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
“NOOOO!” Ella cried. Tears started to spill down her cheeks. “STOP! PLEEEEASE!”
“Are you going to be a good girl?” John asked her. Smack! Smack! Smack! “Are you going to behave?”
Ella whined inarticulately again, clenching her teeth and scissoring her legs desperately behind her. It was getting harder and harder to think about anything except her burning bottom. Her face was almost as red as her bum from the shame of being spanked like a naughty little kid. She didn’t want to give in, to give John the satisfaction of seeing her break. But she simply couldn’t take it any more… “DOBBIT, DADDY!” she sobbed. Tears were pouring down her face now, and her nose was running. “PWEASE DOBBIT! I BE A GOO’ GIRL!”
“Are you sorry for the way you behaved?” John asked, still not letting up. Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I SOWWY, DADDY!” Ella bawled like a baby, desperate for the spanking to end, willing to say anything just to get some relief for her throbbing tushy.
“Do you promise to be good from now on?”
“I P’OMISE!”
As suddenly as it had started, the spanking stopped, and Ella was left gasping and hiccupping over John’s lap. For a minute or two she lay there, sobbing feebly. Then, slowly, gently, John helped her to her feet and pulled her into a big cuddle, stroking her hair and shushing her gently. “Shhh… Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here. You took your spanking like a good girl and it’s all over now.”
Ella buried her face in the crook of his neck, still sniffling quietly. What was the matter with her? She knew she shouldn’t be snuggling up to the man who’d just spanked her to tears, but she couldn’t help herself. She reached behind her and rubbed her sore, aching bum cheeks gingerly. Even touching them made her wince. She really wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week like this. Suddenly, she felt John’s hand sneaking down her front, and her body froze. He ran his fingers lightly against her pussy, and she cringed when he felt the wetness there.
“Looks like someone was enjoying herself,” he said softly.
Ella thought her face must be burning even more than her rear end. She shook her head, face still shoved into his neck, but John just chuckled. Then he planted a kiss on the top of her head, and they broke apart.
“Arms up, baby,” he said. “Let’s get your shirt off.”
Ella didn’t understand why he wanted her to strip, but she raised her arms obediently and allowed her boyfriend to lift her top over her head. He dropped it to the floor and reached behind her to undo her bra next, and she blushed as he bared her breasts, leaving her standing totally nude in front of him. Her boobs had always been big, and it had always been a struggle to be known as “the smart girl” and not “the girl with the huge knockers”. Having them out, wobbling with every slight movement, always made her feel a bit ridiculous.
John took her hand and sat back down on the sofa, pulling her with him. For a moment her heart jumped into her mouth as she thought she was getting another spanking, but instead he positioned her on top of him, directing her to straddle his legs in such a way that her red bottom was hanging over empty, cool air. Once she was comfortably settled in his lap, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Again, Ella knew she shouldn’t be allowing this. She knew she ought to be giving him the cold shoulder at best for what he’d done, but she couldn’t seem to control herself… She kissed him back passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She could feel his hardness beneath her loins, and reached down hurriedly to unbuckle his belt, fishing out his cock and positioned her ready wetness above it. Then, just as she was about to lower herself gently, John grabbed her by the hips and slammed her forcefully down onto his manhood.
“Ooh!” Ella squealed.
“Good girl…” John groaned, as she started to slide herself up and down the length of his shaft. “That’s my good girl…”
Ella bit her lip, her eyes rolling back in her head. This didn’t mean she was okay with what he’d done, she told herself, as she rode his cock, feeling her pussy clench tightly around him. This doesn’t mean it was okay to spank her, to reduce a grown woman to a snivelling little girl. She moaned breathily and quickened her pace. And it certainly didn’t mean it was okay that women everywhere were experiencing the same thing as her, that strong, independent young ladies across the country were being pulled over their boyfriends’ laps and spanked, before settling in, their bottoms bright red and their faces streaked with tears, for a night of steamy lovemaking.
“Oh fuck!” Ella cried, partly out of pleasure and partly as a curse. What was she doing?! Her boyfriend had just spanked her to tears, just helped to bring down everything she claimed she stood for, and now she was screwing him like never before. Her heavy tits were jiggling madly on her chest, and her sore, red ass was bouncing up and down on his cock, faster and faster. She let out a whorish moan. She couldn’t stop herself. “Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” she cried, and as John gripped her still-stinging bottom as tightly as he could, and she screamed out in pain and ecstasy, they both reached orgasm together.
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This will be a long-running story, the rest of which will be available on Patreon for those who are interested.
