Sandra had enjoyed being a stepmother. When she had married a man with an adult daughter she didnât know what to expect but having Eliza, a young woman around was fun and she loved to take charge of the household. Unfortunately for Sandra her new stepdaughter Eliza didnât much like having a stepmother and decided it had gone far enough. Eliza could be domineering if she wanted to and decided to change the house dynamic. Something she hated was when Sandra treated her a bit younger than she was so what better way to teach Sandra a lesson than to treat her younger than she was. The thing about Eliza was that she would take things a little too far but when it came to getting her stepmother back, she took it way too far.
Sandra was on a business trip for a couple of days and during that time Eliza transformed the spare room into an oversized nursery for her bossy stepmother. When Sandra got back she was met by Eliza who ordered her to go upstairs. Sandra wasnât going to be bossed around by her stepdaughter but when Eliza dragged her upstairs she didnât feel like she would be able to easily resist her. When Sandra saw the spare room she freaked, when Eliza stripped her of her clothes she screamed, when Eliza spanked her hard she cried and when Eliza diapered her she simply sucked on her new pacifier. The stepmother had become the baby. For weeks afterwards Sandraâs days consisted of bottle and spoon feedings, play time, nap times and diaper changes and by week six it seemed like Eliza had no intention of stopping. What could Sandra do? All she could do was do as her new mommy told her and hope that one day this would all be over, but that day was still a long way away.
Oh my goodness seriously. I don't know if I would hold it or wet my diaper more often just to get a change from her. Any attention really especially while my wife is out on a date!
1. Rules give structure which is very comforting to a submissive mind. To be able to see what is expected, and what is forbidden, allows a little girl to navigate the relationship easily, and with less stress.Â
2. Rules remind a submissive who is in charge. Whether she is obeying them, or breaking them, Daddy put them there, and she is reminded that every time she navigates around them, or takes one off the shelf and breaks it.Â
3. Rules are useful tools to improve your submissiveâs life, and make her a better person. Donât like that she keeps a messy room? Make a rule that changes that. Donât like that she eats sweets before bed, and that it makes it hard for her to fall asleep? It must be rule time. Rules help Dominants take care of their littles, because we canât expect them to take care of themselves all the time.
âOh, and donât forget to check Gabrielle before you put her to bed,â Mrs Jones said as she put on her coat and opened the front door. âI swear, she always widdles right as Iâm tucking her in!â
âYes, Mrs Jones,â Nevaeh chirped, doing her best impression of a polite, dependable babysitter. âDonât worry, Iâve taken care of plenty of sweet girls like Gabrielle before.â It was a total lie, of course. Sheâd never babysat for a special needs person before. Sheâd never even babysat an actual child, at least not for longer than she needed to grab the valuables and move on to the next town. And she had absolutely no intention of changing some adult toddlerâs pissy nappy. She fought hard to keep a look of revulsion from passing over her face.
Mrs Jones beamed at her. âThen Iâll see you when I get back. Feel free to help yourself to anything from the fridge.â
âThank you, Mrs Jones. Enjoy your dinner at the restaurant!â
Once the front door had closed, Nevaehâs cheerful smile vanished from her face. Stupid woman, she thought. She turned around and headed back to the living room where Gabrielle was sitting in her playpen. It was generally best not to act right away, just in case the parents came back to get something theyâd forgotten.
She couldnât help but stare at the overgrown baby woman. Gabrielle must have been in her early twenties, no older than Nevaeh was herself, and it was almost unnerving to see her sitting in a toddlerâs playpen wearing nothing but a thick disposable diaper, with her blonde hair in pigtails and her bare breasts on display. Her tits werenât nearly as large as Neveahâs own (sheâd always been proud of her ability to make any guy do whatever she wanted just by bending down and flashing her cleavage), but she still felt it was wrong for her mother to let her toddle about the house with anything to cover them up. She shook her head impatiently. What did she care about this stupid oversized infantâs dignity? It wasnât as though Gabrielle had any modesty anymore, not since the accident her mother had talked about.
Nevaeh squatted down next to the baby woman while she shook her rattle and babbled nonsensically behind her dummy, and ran her fingers through the girlâs hair. Sheâd expected to see a great big scar across her head or something, but there didnât seem to be anything visible. Gabrielle would have looked like a normal, particularly pretty young woman if it wasnât for what she was wearing, and for the vacant, dim-witted expression on her face.
âPoor little freak,â Nevaeh cooed as Gabrielle looked up at her and grinned stupidly around her pacifier. Her chin was slick with drool. âI think Iâd rather die than end up as a big, pants-filling baby like you. You might have to be alone for a bit, diaper butt, but donât worry, Iâm sure your Mummy will be back to take care of you soon. And by that time, Iâll be long gone, along with all your Mummyâs jewellery. Yes I will! Yes I will!â
Gabrielle giggled at her sweet, syrupy tone and bounced up and down happily on her padded bottom.
Nevaeh laughed. âYouâd be cute if you didnât look so ridiculous,â she said. Then she suddenly became aware of something. There was faint music filling the room. She looked around, trying to locate the source. Had that always been playing, or had it only just started? It was soft and tinkling, like a nursery rhyme. Maybe Mrs Jones had put it on earlier to keep Gabrielle calm. To help keep her sweet and happy. Nevaeh realised she was nodding along with her own thoughts. Sweet and happy, that was right. That made sense. She certainly felt sweet and happy. It was like the music was working its way inside her head, filling it up with cotton candy. Nevaeh grinned. She liked cotton candy.
Gabrielle grinned back at her, and Nevaeh felt something stir in the back of her mind. Was this right? Should she be getting all sweet and happy because of music that was meant for the baby? But then, the baby was the same age as her. And wasnât that funny? Wasnât that so silly? A baby in her twenties. Neveahâs hand crept up to her mouth, and she bit the nail of her thumb. Because there was something a little scary about that too, the thought of being a big baby, using her pants as a potty, having her boobies out all the time. Her thumb slipped between her lips and she sucked on it nervously. She didnât want to end up like that. She was a big girl, not a silly baby. The music continued to play, soft and lilting.
Nevaeh didnât even hear it when the front door opened and closed a few minutes later. Her head was full of cotton candy. But when Mrs Jones walked into the room, she turned around, still sucking her thumb vacantly, and smiled dimly around her soggy digit.
Mrs Jones laughed. âThatâs better,â she said. âYouâre much sweeter now, arenât you baby? Such a silly thing. Didnât you think I might be watching and listening on a nanny cam?â She pointed at the fluffy teddy bear sitting in the corner of the playpen.
Nevaeh just giggled at Mummyâs happy tone.
Mrs Jones chuckled along with her, and got to work stripping the would-be-thiefâs clothes off her voluptuous body. âIâm betting that no one knows youâre here, do they sweetheart?â she asked and she slid Neveahâs jeans down her legs and pulled off her shoes and socks. âSince you were planning on pulling off a little heist.â She lifted the girlâs shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. âIs Nevaeh even your real name?â she asked teasingly. Then she shrugged. âIt doesnât matter. Itâs your name now. âCause youâre Mummyâs little angel, arenât you baby? Heaven sent.â She reached out and tickled Nevaehâs exposed tummy, making the girl shriek with laughter. âCoochie-coochie-coo! Iâd just been wishing that Gabrielle could have a sister, and now another naughty little girlâs fallen right into my hands, just perfect to turn into an adorable baby.â
Mrs Jones tugged Neveahâs underwear down her legs and threw them to one side with a smirk. They were a little black lacy number. Hopefully the girl had enjoyed wearing her last ever pair of panties, she thought, as she fished out one of Gabrielleâs adult-sized Pampers from a box in the corner.
âStand still for Mummy, Nevaeh,â she cooed as she slipped the bulky diaper between the grown womanâs legs and started taping it into place. âIâm lucky you havenât made wee-wees yet. When I used the special music on Gabrielle, she went tinkle all over the floor before I could get her nappy on!â Mrs Jones patted the front of Neveahâs nappy when sheâd finished and stood back to admire her handiwork, savouring the sight of the thick baby pants pushing apart the gorgeous young womanâs thighs. There was something so satisfying about reducing a grown woman to this, taking a naughty lady and turning her into a sweet, happy baby. Neveah just giggled down at the huge nappy wrapped around her bottom and shifted from foot to foot, enjoying the crinkling sound.
âLetâs get that bra off you too, pumpkin,â Mrs Jones said, reaching around to unhook the lacy lingerie containing Nevaehâs generous breasts and allowing them to spill out freely. She tittered at the sight of the girlâs melons wobbling on her chest. âMy goodness,â she laughed, âwhat big boobies you have, baby! I can tell youâre going to be very popular when Mummy takes you to the park. But donât worry, Iâll make sure nobody gets too close. No more icky boys for you, little one!â
Neveah babbled nonsensically as Mrs Jones pulled her into a big hug. A moment later, the girlâs bladder released, and a rush of warmth flooded her pants. Mrs Jones just chuckled as the faint sound of hissing reached her, and when the strong smell of pee reached her nose a second after. She slipped a hand down to Neveahâs now sopping wet nappy and squeezed the front. âThatâs a good girl,â she crooned, with the hint of a taunt in her voice. âJust a little pants-filler, arenât you baby? Isnât that what you called my Gabrielle? But I suppose youâre right. Sheâs always wetting and messing herself! And now youâll be just the same.â She planted a big kiss on the side of Nevaehâs head. âMummyâs special baby for the rest of your days. Arenât you a lucky girl?â
âNo! No! No!â Lisa screeched, pumping her fists impotently and stomping her feet like a petulant toddler. A thick disposable diaper crinkled noisily between her legs. âIâm not gonna wear them anymore! Iâm not! You canât do this to me! âI need the toilet now, so get out of my way! Iâm a CEO! Iâm your boss!â
âNot anymore, Lisa,â said her former assistant. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he took in the sight of his nightmare of an ex-boss throwing an absurd tantrum, her usual expensive suit swapped for a bulky adult nappy and nothing else. âYou lost your position, remember? Now youâre just my little dependent. And Iâve decided that you need regular discipline. I know from experience that nappies are the best way. My mum used diaper discipline on my older sister when we were growing up, and nothing sweetened her attitude more than having to go uh-oh in her undies and ask for changes.â
âYou canât discipline me!â Lisa screamed. âIâm an adult! I donât need to be disciplined!â
âOh yes you do, little girl,â her ex-assistant said sternly. âYouâve proved youâre far too immature to be treated like an adult, Lisa. Anyone could see you donât have the mental capacity to take care of yourself anymore, not since these tantrums of yours started getting out of control. Well, more out of control than they used to be, anyway. Personally, Iâve always thought you were just an overgrown little brat who needs a firm hand, and Iâm legally your caregiver now, so itâs up to me whether you get disciplined or not.â
Lisa let out an ear-piercing shriek. âNO! NO! NO! NO! Iâm an adult! Iâm thirty! I donât wanna be treated like a stupid toddler anymore!â
âThen stop throwing silly little temper tantrums like one, sweetie.â
âBut I canât!â Lisa wailed furiously. âYou did something to me! You put something in my coffee, I know it! Before I drank it, I was fine! But now I canât⊠I canâtâŠâ
âYou canât control your emotions anymore?â he asked with a smirk.
Lisa burst into tears and started jumping up and down in anger. This wasnât fair! She knew she looked utterly stupid, bouncing on the spot with her breasts jiggling about, wearing nothing but a nappy, she there was nothing she could do. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldnât control herself! Sheâd been declared mentally incompetent after a series of toddler-style meltdowns in the boardroom, ever since her assistant had given her that cup of coffee with that dark smile on his face, and he had been delighted to take her in. The worst thing was that nobody even seemed very surprised. Sheâd had a reputation for exploding with anger at her employees, and all of them seemed to think she was getting exactly what she deserved.
Suddenly, Lisa let out a gasp. Her bladder, which she had been clamping down on desperately while she tried to get past her new Daddy, finally gave in, and she felt a horrible warmth spreading across her crotch, soaking into the thirsty padding of her baby pants.
âNoooooo!â she whined pathetically, clutching between her legs.
âAwww,â her Daddy taunted cooingly. âDid baby have a widdle accident?â
âYou made me!â Lisa cried, screwing up her face in disgust as she felt pee sloshing around in her pants. She hopped from foot to foot as if she were trying to get away from the icky feeling, but her diaper just swung pendulously between her legs and squished against her thighs. âEw! Ew! Ew!â
âYouâll get used to it, little one,â her ex-assistant mocked. âIn fact, after a while you wonât even be able to control yourself anymore! Wonât that be the cutest thing? The big bad boss turned into a helpless little pants-wetter. Only, I donât think there are going to be any pairs of big girl pants in your future, Lisa. Just an awful lot of diapers.â
Lisa fought as hard as she could to stop herself from breaking down again, scowling furiously up at the man whoâd turned her into a joke.
But he just chuckled. âYouâre not scary anymore, silly baby. What are you going to do to me? Oh wait⊠I think I already know.â He grinned. âGo on, sweetie. Be a good little girl and show Daddy. You used to think you were real tough when you were the boss, but now youâre just a dumb baby in a wet nappy. So whatâs the worst you can do?â
Lisa couldnât stop herself. She showed him. She fell to the floor and started wailing at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs and pounding the carpet. Tears poured down her cheeks, and her pissy diaper squelched against her privates, and she did the only thing she could do when she got angry, the thing sheâd never be able to stop herself from doing ever again â she threw the loudest, fussiest temper tantrum she could.
And when Daddy dragged her over to the corner and spanked her bottom and told her she wouldnât be getting a nappy change until bedtime, all she could do was cry.
âDr Smith!â Jennieâs mother shouted furiously as she marched into the therapistâs 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. âI know youâre here! Come out and explain yourself!â
Before she could reach the office door, Dr Smith had emerged, hands in his pockets, smiling politely. âMrs Brown! And Jennie too. How nice to see you. What seems to be the matter?â
âWhat seems to be the matter?!â Mrs Brown raged. âWhat do you mean what seems to be the matter? What the hell have you done to my daughter?!â
Dr Smithâs 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, âYou makinâ me act wike a dumb baby! I canât stop⊠canât stop copying my wittle sister! Whatever she does, I hafta act wike dat too!â
Dr Smith chuckled. âI was only helping you with your little problem, Jennie. Iâm 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, youâre bound to get just as much attention, if not more!â
âYouâre crazy!â Mrs Brown shouted. âJust fix it! Undo it now or I swear to God I will sue you until youâve got nothing left!â
âDonât worry, Mrs Brown,â said Dr Smith calmly. He walked over to them, taking his hands out his pockets as he went. âI think this should explain everything.â He held his phone up to her eyes, and at once Mrs Brownâs face went slack.
âThereâs absolutely nothing wrong, you see. Jennieâs just being silly, as usual. You know how immature she is. Sheâs jealous of her baby sister, so sheâs acting out for attention.â
âMummy, stop!â Jennie cried, looking at her motherâs blank expression in panic. âDonât wook, Mummy!â
âHush Jennie,â said Dr Smith sternly, and Jennieâs mouth closed at once. âThe grown-ups are trying to have a conversation. Go stand in the corner and poop your pants while I talk to your Mummy.â
A whine bubbled up in Jennieâs throat, but she couldnât 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 Smithâs voice behind her.
âDuring 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, sheâd start sucking her thumb. If her little sister made a mess with her food, thatâs what sheâd be doing every meal as well. And if her little sister wasnât potty trained, then she wouldnât be using toilets either. I tried to tell her not to, but she was insistent.â
There was an especially loud grunt from the corner, and Jennie felt a yucky mess begin to fill the back of her nappy. âNoooâŠ.â she whined softly. âDatâs not twueâŠâ 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.
âOf course, itâs totally ridiculous for an adult woman to act this way,â Dr Smith continued. âBut my advice is to give her exactly what she wants. If sheâs going to act like a baby, then treat her like one. That ought to teach her a lesson.â
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 Smithâs words.
âIf 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 â 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.â
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 Smithâs 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.
âThank you very much,â her mother said. âIâm so grateful to have your advice. I donât know what Iâd have done without you.â
âNot at all, Mrs Brown,â Dr Smith said graciously. âI know little girls can be a handful sometimes.â
âOh they certainly can,â Jennieâs mother agreed, looking over at her panic-stricken daughter sternly. âCome along, Jennie. Itâs time to go home. You can finish your corner time when we get back, after youâve had a spanking.â
Jennie burst into tears. âMummy, no!â she wailed. âThis isnât wight!â
But her mother strode over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her out of the room. âIt certainly isnât! Twenty-one-year-olds shouldnât need spankings and corner times. And they certainly shouldnât need nappies.â Mrs Brown paused for a moment, then she reached down and quickly tugged Jennieâs jeans down her legs and over her feet, leaving her in nothing but a sagging diaper and her socks and shoes below the waist. âThere. If youâre going to wear nappies like a baby, then everyoneâs going to know it. Plus it will be easier for me to tell when you need changing.â
âStob it, Mummy!â Jennie sobbed. âItâs Dr Smith! He hyp⊠hypno⊠he did something to you too!â She looked back at Dr Smith. There was a wide grin on his face, and his eyes were sparkling malevolently.
âDonât be silly, Jennie,â said Mrs Brown impatiently, pulling her daughter over to the door and dumping her jeans in the bin beside it as she passed. âDr Smith is a wonderful man whoâs only trying to help us. Youâre just a naughty girl whoâs acting out for attention because youâre jealous of your baby sister. Now stop struggling, or youâll be getting a spanking every night this week!â
âPlanning to sleep with someone elseâs boyfriend again tonight?â a sneering voice asked.
Eden turned around. She was standing on the front step to the apartment building where her friend Becca lived. The muted sounds of loud techno music were thumping out from the raucous house party within, and bright disco lights flashed behind the curtains of the first three floors. It could only be assumed that their neighbours above had been plied with a suitable amount of gin and whiskey to keep them from complaining.
âWhat do you want?â Eden asked contemptuously when she saw who it was that had spoken. She rested a hand on her hip and swept her long, dirty blonde hair back. Morgan was in her Comparative Literature class, and she hadnât taken kindly at all to the way Eden had seduced her boyfriend at a party a few days before. But really, what as a hot guy like Dan doing going out with a mousey girl like Morgan when he could be sleeping with her instead?
Morgan pointed a finger at her, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Eden waited a few moments for her to say something, but the dumb girl just stood there, pointing. Eden laughed. But at that moment that she realised something â she couldnât move. Her body was frozen in place on the doorstep, hand on her hip, chest thrust forward, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldnât move it an inch.
âWhat the⊠Whatâs going⊠What have you done?â she asked, her voice growing increasingly panicky. âWhy canât I move?!â
âBecause I donât want you running off while I work on you,â said Morgan, smirking. She lowered her finger, but Eden found that she still couldnât move a muscle.
âHow are you doing this?â Eden demanded fearfully.
âIâm a witch, stupid,â said Morgan. âGod, I canât believe Dan let himself get drawn in by such an airhead. Maybe I ought to turn you into a bimbo â that would be fitting. But no⊠Enhancing your sex appeal isnât really what I want to go for, and in any case, I already have just the thing to put you in your place. Didnât your Mummy ever tell you not to steal other peopleâs toys, you silly girl? I guess not. But since you acted like a selfish little babyâŠâ
Morgan snapped her fingers, and at once Eden felt her lacy panties thicken between her legs. She gasped with shock as her underwear expanded outwards beneath her skin-tight leggings, turning white and puffy and crinkly, until at last they stopped growing, and there was an unmistakable diaper bulge around her waist, clashing ridiculously with her skimpy party-girl outfit.
âWhat the fuck!â she shrieked. âIs that a⊠Get it off! Get it off, get it off, get it off!â
âWhat are you talking about, silly girl?â Morgan tittered. âYou canât go without your nappies! Especially since Iâm about to take away your potty training.â
âMyâŠâ Edenâs eyes widened in horror. âNo! Please! Oh God, please! Please donât make me incontinent! I canât be incontinent! That would be so⊠soâŠâ
âDisgusting?â Morgan finished for her, grinning. âYes, I suppose it would,â she went on, thoughtfully. âIt does sound pretty yucky, doesnât it? Iâm sure it will be difficult for a hottie like you to get used to peeing and pooping in her own pants.â She shrugged. âBut I guess thatâs too bad!â
She snapped her fingers again, and Edenâs bladder and bowel control vanished permanently. A rush of pee streamed into her nappy an instant later, soaking into the bulky padding.
âEwwww!â Eden cried, still frozen in place, unable to do anything but stand there and feel the stream of wee-wee flood her baby pants. âPlease donât do this to me! It feels so gross! Danâs the one who cheated on you! Why donât you take revenge on him?!â
âOh I have,â said Morgan, darkly, âBelieve me. But hey, if you ever decide to shack up with him again, the two of you could probably save a lot of money buying nappies in bulk! Although he might not be up for it now, on account of how heâs back living with his Mummy with the mind of a two-year-old. But Iâve got something a little different in mind for youâŠâ
She snapped her fingers once more. Eden felt her body unfreeze, and her hands immediately shot to her nappy, pressing against the sodden, crinkly padding as if she still couldnât believe it was really there. She was about to rip it off and make a run for it, when a sudden, powerful wave of arousal washed over her. Her knees bent inwards, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. She was wearing a nappy. A wet nappy. Like some kind of big, dumb baby. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure, and this time she couldnât stop the soft, slutty moan escaping her lips.
âUghh⊠What have you⊠Mmmmm⊠What have you done to me?â
âWhat do you mean, Eden?â Morgan asked innocently, but there was a wicked grin on her face. âI already told you.â
âNo, I donât mean⊠incontinentâŠâ Eden doubled over, pressing down hard on her pussy through her thick, wet Pampers. She moaned like a whore. âUghhhhhâŠ.. Iâm incontinent!â she squealed with a mixture of arousal and horror. âIâll never use a toilet again!â Her pussy ached. Morgan had turned her into some kind of pervert! She toddled awkwardly off the doorstep, heading for the street as fast as she could with her nappy pushing her legs apart and her hands pressing between them. She knew she must look like a little girl desperate for the potty. A stupid, overgrown baby about to have an accident. But sheâd already had an accident. And she was far too little for potties. She groaned lustily.
âWhere are you going, silly?â Morgan giggled. âThe partyâs that way!â she pointed to the door. âDonât you want to see all your friends? And I bet there will be lots of cute boys inside. Although I donât know if theyâll find you quite so sexy with a used diaper hanging off your ass.â
âPlease,â Eden panted, coming to a halt and rubbing a hand needily against her crotch. âPlease⊠Donât make meâŠâ
âIâm not going to make you do anything, potty-pants,â said Morgan happily. âI think youâre going to go in all by yourself.â
Eden moaned at the use of the name. Potty-pants. That was her. Little Miss Potty-Pants. She looked over at the door. Becca was in there, and all her friends. And a lot of cute guys. What would they say if they saw her like this? Would they tease her? Would they laugh at her? Would everyone make fun of the stupid little diaper dork? The dumb baby who thought she could be a grown-up.
Eden couldnât stop herself. She started waddling back over to the door, her wet nappy squishing between her thighs. The rational part of her mind told her she had to go home, that she couldnât let everyone see her like this. But she was so, so horny. She opened the door and went inside, Morgan following along behind with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.
It didnât take long to find her friends. The popular clique, and all their hangers-on. âEden!â Becca squealed tipsily, a brightly coloured cocktail in her hand. People were dancing and drinking all around them. âGlad you could make it, girl! I⊠What are you wearing?â
âI⊠I⊠Iâm wearing my nappy!â Eden blurted out loudly. Her face was crimson. She could see dozens of people look at her, some whispering to each other, others smirking, but she couldnât stop. She couldnât stop now. She grabbed the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down over her bottom, fully exposing her soggy diaper to everyone in the room. âIâm too dumb for the potty!â
A lot of people burst into uncontrollable laughter, while others simply stared dumbfounded at her, one of the hottest girls on campus, as she made a totally ridiculous spectacle of herself. But if there was any doubt in anyoneâs mind that this was just some kind of weird joke, Eden removed it. She knew what she had to do.
While Morgan watched with delight from the background, Eden bent her knees, screwed up her pretty face, and started grunting and straining as hard as she could to push a messy load into her nappy. âUh-oh!â she sang between her grunts. âI doing a poo-poo!â
Everyone was laughing now. Even Edenâs so-called friends couldnât stop themselves shrieking with mirth as the gorgeous college student pooped her pants like a two-year-old in front of them. They laughed about it for the rest of the party, as they would for weeks and months and years afterwards, while Eden was left to toddle home, tears of shame pouring down her face, her reputation ruined forever, with one hand shoved firmly down the front of her nappy all the way.
Mary banged the tray of her highchair angrily with her fists. âNo! Iâm not eating that! Iâm not!â 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.
âOh yes you are, missy,â 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. âYou might have been a fussy food critic back when you were still a grown-up, but thatâs over now. Youâll eat your num-nums like a good girl or else youâll go to bed with a red bottom tonight! Or maybe I just wonât change your diaper all day. Would you like that? Youâll 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?â
Maryâs face went scarlet. âYou canât treat me like this!â she cried furiously. âIâm a grown woman! You canât talk to me this way!â
âI certainly can, little lady,â her mother said mildly. âThe courts made it clear that you have to spend the next three years as a baby, and that means eating like one too. Really, itâs 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 werenât even true! Personally, I think itâs 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.â She dipped a plastic spoon into the bowl of baby mush and lifted it to her daughterâs pouting lips. âNow say aah!â
Mary didnât 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 Maryâs 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 didnât want to be stuck in a dirty diaper until bedtime. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth for the second spoonful.
âGood baby!â her mother cooed. Most of the food went into her daughterâs mouth this time, but she made sure to spill a little down her chin. Her daughter was just so cute with a mucky face!
Her mother dropped the spoon into the plastic bowl with a clatter and whipped out her phone. Maryâs eyed widened, but before she could raise her hands to cover her face, her mother had snapped a picture of her.
âThis oneâs going straight onto Facebook,â her mother said happily to herself, looking down at the picture with adoring eyes. She was clearly thrilled her have her baby back.
âStop it, Mum!â Mary wailed. âItâs bad enough that I have to do this at all! I donât want everyone else to see! Please!â
âOh hush, baby,â her mother said, taking a cloth and getting to work wiping her daughterâs messy face. âThereâll be no hiding this, so you might as well get used to people knowing. Not that Iâd want to keep my adorable little girl a secret from anyone! Now come along, sweetie.â Mary found herself being lifted up out of her highchair and hoisted into her motherâs arms, her bottom resting on her hip. âTime to go into the living room. Youâre not quite done feeding yet!â
âWhat?â Mary asked, confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou havenât had anything to drink yet, silly!â 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 didnât seem to have one with her⊠Then she lifted up her shirt, and Mary saw the maternity bra beneath.
âNo!â she shrieked. âNo way! Iâm not doing that! Iâm not!â She tried to get up, but her mother held her down.
âYou will if you want a nappy change anytime today, sweetheart.â And with that, she shoved the nipple of her breast into her daughterâs mouth, and held her head against her.
Mary looked up into her motherâs eyes desperately, silently pleading with her, but her mother just looked back warningly.
For a few moments, Mary didnât move. She just lay there, her cheeks bright red with shame, her lips clamped around her motherâs 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 sheâd started, the milk flowed into her mouth, and it was difficult to stop.
âThatâs my good girl,â her mother crooned softly, brushing Maryâs hair. âItâs so lovely to do this again. Itâs 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. Thereâs 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! Isnât that amazing? Just think, after a few weeks back on the breast, youâll start to crave it. I canât wait to see you tug on my skirts in public and beg for a breastfeed!â
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. âItâll be so adorable! And just think, when your Regression Sentence ends, Iâll actually have to wean you off my boobs!â
Mary cringed with shame and clenched her eyes tightly shut, still continuing to guzzle down her motherâs 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.
âWell done, baby girl,â her mother cooed. âThatâs one down. Only one more to go!â
Mary whimpered. She was about to complain that sheâd had enough, when she was distracted by a sudden pressure in her bladder. She gasped. She didnât know if it had been something in the food, or another quality of her motherâs 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.
âNo!â she squealed, and her mother tittered.
âUh-oh! Looks like itâs tinkle-time for Mummyâs wittle princess! Thereâs no need to look so scared, sweetie. Thatâs what your nappyâs for!â
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 wouldnât be long before she was doing something even yuckier in it.
âMummy promises youâll get used to all of this, darling,â her mother went on gently. âYummy baby food, yucky nappies, and of course, plenty of time snuggled up with Mama, drinking from her breasts. Weâll be doing it all every day for the next two years â even out in public!â
At that, Mary started to cry, but her mother just shushed her gently and guided her other breast into the womanâs waiting mouth. She was sure her daughter would feel much better with a full tummy.
Sarahâs eyes fluttered open and she looked around blearily. Where was she? This wasnât the room sheâd been in when the doctor had administered the anaesthetic. It still looked like a hospital though. Her bed was a hospital bed, the walls, ceiling, and floor around her were all white, and the faint smell of antiseptic was in the air. She groaned and turned her head a little. Sure enough, there was a bedside cabinet besides her, and a drip stand. But there were no other beds in the long room. She was alone. She moved one hand down to her side, expecting to find bandages and soreness above the spot where her appendix used to be, but there was nothing there. No wound at all. Had they abandoned the surgery for some reason? Her fingers felt awkward though, and she hadnât been able to do more than brush feebly against her skin. There was an ache in her arms, particularly her hands, and her legs felt much the same.
âOh! Youâre, like, awake!â came a breathy, high-pitched voice. It giggled.
All of a sudden, a woman was bending over her, and Sarah felt her full awareness come back to her at once. The woman was dressed like a nurse, but not a real one. It looked more like a sexy Halloween costume with its cheap, plasticky-looking texture, and top that was so low-cut the womanâs breasts were practically spilling out.
âWho are you?â asked Sarah, with a slight edge to her voice. Surely this slut wasnât a real employee? She tried to sit up, but her body must still be recovering from the anaesthetic, because she could barely raise her head before it slumped back against the pillows.
âIâm Barbie! Iâll, like, go get the doctor!â said the bimbo, with another giggle. Her boobs disappeared from Sarahâs field of vision.
Sarah could hear her shoes clacking against the bright, polished floor as she walked away, and barely a minute later they returned with another set of footsteps. This time a middle-aged man stood over her, plain-looking, with greying hair and glasses, and Sarah was relieved to recognise him as the doctor whoâd been overseeing her surgery.
âHow are you feeling, dear?â he asked kindly.
âFine,â said Sarah. âBut I can hardly sit up. Why isnât my appendix out? Did something go wrong?â
The man chuckled. âOh no, sweetie. Nothing went wrong. You see, your appendix didnât really need to come out.â
âWhat?â Sarah frowned. âBut you said-â
âIâm afraid I told a little lie, Sarah.â
âA lie?â she repeated angrily. If there was some medical malpractice going on here she was going to sue this pants of this old man. The money from a lawsuit would suit her nicely. Her husband was always complaining about how she kept burning through all his credit cards on clothes, and it might even get him to shut up about how she ânever did enough around the houseâ.
âThatâs right,â the man said brightly, nodding his head. âWe needed to put you under anaesthetic to bring you here, but we didnât want you putting up a fuss, you see, so I said all that nonsense about how your check-up revealed you needed your appendix out pronto.â
Sarahâs anger started to give way to fear. She hadnât needed her appendix out? Was he saying heâd kidnapped her? âWhere are we?â she asked, trying to sound braver than she felt. âWhy have you brought me here? My husband is a very powerful man. When he finds out about this he-â
âSlow down, little lady!â the man laughed, cutting across her. âOne thing at a time. Firstly, youâre at a little private clinic of mine. As to why youâre here, well, as it happens that involves your husband. You see, heâs the one who arranged for you to be taken here in order that I can give you a little⊠transformation.â
âHenry did this?!â Sarah raged. She tried once again to get up, but her arms were too weak to support her. Something crinkled under the blankets. âWhere is he?! I swear if there isnât a good reason for this Iâm going to divorce him and⊠wait, what do you mean transformation?â Sarah thought of the bimbo nurse and a thought occurred to her. âIf Henryâs brought me here because he wants me to get implants or something like that then heâs got another thing coming because I am not going to look like that ditzy whore!â The nurse was standing on the other side of the bed, twisting a lock of blonde hair around her finger and looking vapid.
âOh no,â the doctor said, smiling. âBarbieâs the result of another one of my projects. Itâs quite popular among men with misbehaving wives, but your husband wanted something a bit different for you. You see, heâs very disappointed in the way youâve been behaving, Sarah. When you got married, it was under the assumption that heâd be working, and youâd be taking care of the house. But you havenât been fulfilling your wifely duties, have you? Youâve spent your time shopping and partying and lazing about at home. No cleaning, no doing the laundry, no making dinner for him when he comes homeâŠâ
âI married a rich man so I could live a life of leisure!â Sarah spat. âThereâs nothing wrong with that! His reward is that he gets to have me, but Iâm not going to be some fucking maid!â
âWell,â said the doctor, âyouâll be relieved to know you wonât have to be. Your husband decided that you ought to have a life that fits a spoiled, pampered, lazy little thing like you. You might be a bit of a brat, but heâs very fond of you. If you canât be a proper wife, then youâll be his baby girl instead.â
âWhat?! What the fuck are you talking about?!â
âA little surgery is all thatâs required,â the doctor said airily, and Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She became very aware of how helpless she was again. She made another futile attempt to get up, but her body just couldnât manage it. There was another crinkle. Was that the bedsheets? âA few snips here and there, some injections into certain muscles and tendons, and youâll find that your arms and legs become near useless.â His smile widened, and Sarah looked up at him in horror. He was talking about crippling her! Turning her into an invalid! âThen we do a little bit of tinkering in your bladder, and take away your ability to told your urine, and we can make it so you have hardly any ability to control your bowels too, making nappies a necessity.â
âN-nappies?!â Sarah stammered. âNo! You canât! Thatâs disgusting!â
The doctor looked down at her, his expression slightly stern. âIf you canât even clean the house, thereâs no reason you should be allowed to clean your own bottom, Sarah. Thatâll be a job for your new Nanny. That and feeding you, bathing you, pushing you around in your pramâŠâ
Sarahâs eyes widened and she started to struggle as hard as she could to get up, but all she managed to accomplish was a desperate sort of wiggle on the bed. âNo!â she shrieked. âYou canât! You canât do that to me! Please! Oh God, I donât want to be incontinent! You canât! Iâm not going to let that happen!â
The doctor cocked his head, looking bemused. âNot going to let it happen? Silly girl⊠itâs already happened.â
Sarah felt like her heart had dropped into her stomach. âWhatâŠ?â she asked, her voice a whisper.
âThe surgeryâs over. I did it all before you woke up, and I can assure you the results are totally permanent.â
Sarah felt panic rising up inside her. Her hands, her legs, the reason she couldnât get up. Her bladder, her bowels!
The doctor took hold of her bedsheets and pulled them off her, and Sarah saw the enormous disposable diaper taped around her bottom. Even as she stared, aghast, at her oversized infantile underwear, she felt a warmth around her crotch. She was peeing herself. She let out an ear-piecing scream. âNO!â she shrieked. âNO! NO! NO! You canât get away with this! Iâll tell everyone what you did! You and Henry are going to rot in a fucking prison cell!â
âAh,â said the doctor, his eyes glittering mischievously. âWell, that brings us to the last part of the procedure. I find messing around with surgery on tongues and vocal chords to be a bit inelegant, so Iâve devised a much better solution for our purposes.â
Sarah screamed again, but the doctor was able to slip a large, yellow lozenge into her mouth and hold her jaws tightly shut. The tablet started to froth on her tongue. At first Sarah thought of acid, and her eyes went wide and she wiggled desperately, but there was no pain. Nothing seemed to be happening to her tongue at all, in fact, at least that she could tell. The frothing tablet tasted faintly like citrus, as though it were nothing but an overlarge flavoured cough-drop, and Sarah had no choice but to swallow to stop herself from gagging. In no time at all, the lozenge had dissolved to nothing, and the doctor took his hands away.
Sarah screamed again the moment her mouth was free. She tried to yell what the fuck was that?! But what came out was âBuh buh ba ba goo ga!â She gasped and went pale. What had the doctor done to her?!
âSorry, sweetie,â he said, smiling. âYouâre too little to talk. That special lozenge works deep into the muscles of your mouth, and down into your throat, taking away the ability to form any sounds more complex than the prattle of an infant. Youâll have to scream and cry to get what you want from now on.â
Sarah stared at him in horror, her mouth hanging open. This couldnât be happening to her!
There was suddenly a knock at the door.
âAh!â said the doctor happily. âThatâll be your Daddy! Barbie, go invite our guest in.â
âLike, yes doctor!â said Barbie, brightening up. Sheâd been watching Sarahâs panicked writhing with a confused and vaguely concerned look on her face. She strutted off and came back a few seconds later with Henry by her side.
âHi, baby!â he cooed. His eyes ran down her body, and came to rest on the bulky, wet nappy between his wifeâs legs. He grinned. âOh sheâs perfect,â he said to the doctor. âI canât thank you enough for your help, and for your discretion.â
âJust doing my job!â the doctor replied courteously. âAre you ready to take her home now?â
âYes, if sheâs ready.â
âCertainly, certainly. Would you like me to have her wheeled out to your car?â
âNo, thank you. Iâll carry her. Iâd better get used to picking her up, since she wonât be walking anytime soon!â
The two men laughed, and Sarah just stared at them, caught somewhere between shock and terror. But then Henry reached down and scooped her up out of the bed, cradling her in his arms like she was a newborn. Her eyes met his, and she did her best to channel all her hatred into them. She tried to shout, but all that came out was baby babble. âAh goo goo ga ba ba boo!â she spluttered furiously, dribbling a little down her chin. âUh gu gu goo!â
âThatâs right, sweetie,â her husband said, taking his leave of the doctorâs clinic and carrying her out, towards her new life. âWeâre going home! A life of leisure, you said you wanted. Well now youâre getting it. Iâm going to feed you bottles, and wash you in a special little bathtub. Youâre going to lie on the floor on your tummy all day, watching silly cartoons. Daddy will dress you in the prettiest onesies and rompers. And youâll have a lovely nanny to take care of all your needs while Iâm at work. You wonât have to get up for anything. Not even the potty!â
Sarahâs incontinent bladder released again, soaking the thirsty padding between her thighs, and she could feel an ominous rumbling in her bowels. This couldnât be her life! It couldnât! âGoo goo ga ga!â she cried. âWaaaaaah!â
âMum, please,â Selina said impatiently, lugging her suitcase down the stairs. âI know you donât approve, but Iâm going to college and thatâs final.â She reached the bottom of the stairs and propped her suitcase up against the wall. It was full to the brim with all the clothes sheâd need for the coming semester, including a couple of tight, skimpy little outfits she couldnât wait to show off at a club, not to mention a pack of condoms or two â just in case any of the hot boys in her dorm didnât come prepared.
âItâs just not right for you to be studying and partying and all of that silliness!â her mother said. âUniversity should really be for boys only.â
Selina gritted her teeth. She hated this side of her mother. How could she be so backwards?! She was a woman herself for Godâs sake!
âAnyway,â her mother continued, âthatâs why your father and I decided to take matters into our own hands. We contacted the university yesterday and told them you were dropping out.â
Selina went cold. âYou didnâtâŠâ she whispered, but she could see on her motherâs face that she was totally serious. âYou actually⊠What the fuck!â
âLanguage, young lady!â her mother scolded. âThis is exactly why you need to attend a correctional school to fix your bad behaviour!â
âA correctional school?!â
âThatâs right, sweetie,â her mother said in the cooing, condescending voice that Selina had always hated. âYou wonât be going to college, but youâre not going to be sitting around the house twiddling your thumbs either. Youâll be attending Miss Hanoverâs Correctional School for Little Ladies. Itâs a boarding school that promises to turn even the most wayward of young women into sweet little girls. Theyâll be arriving to pick you up any minute now!â
âWhat?!â Selina demanded, aghast. âYouâre crazy if you think Iâm going to willingly go off to some correctional school!â
She expected her mother to shout â she never normally would have tolerated backtalk like that â but instead she just chuckled. âNobody said anything about you going willingly, silly girl!â
At that moment there was a knock on the front door. Her mother hurried to answer it, and Selina, still in a state of shock and disbelief, heard her say, âYes, sheâs just through here. I think sheâs going to try and give you quite a bit of trouble!â
Then she shrieked as a pair of tall, muscular-looking women advanced on her down the hallway, their faces stern.
âWhat are you doing?â she squealed as they took her by the arms and started dragging her outside. âLet go of me!â she demanded, kicking and thrashing. âYou canât do this! Itâs illegal! LET ME GO!â
But before she could say another word, one of the women had pressed something between her lips, and Selina felt a strap go around the back of her head, holding it in place. She strained to look down at the thing protruding from her mouth, and her eyes widened. A pacifier?!
She looked around desperately, but all she saw was her mother waving goodbye with a satisfied smile on her face before she was bundled into the back of a van in the driveway. The door slammed, and the engine rumbled into life.
One Year Later
âSweetheart!â Selinaâs mother called, âCome to Mummy, dear!â
Selina got up from where sheâd been playing with her tea-set and hurriedly toddled over to her mother. Good girls drop whatever theyâre doing when their Mummies give them an instruction.
âI see youâre playing tea-parties with your dollies, baby. Have you finished all your chores?â
âYeth Mummy,â Selina lisped, dropping a curtsey and flashing her diaper as she lifted up the hem of her pink, frilly dress.
âThatâs my little Selly!â her mother praised. Then she paused, sniffing the air theatrically. âUh-ohâŠâ she said, but she looked delighted. âMummy smells something yucky. Has silly Selly made a stinky?â
Selina blushed and looked down at her ballet shoes. âUh-hu,â she said. âMade a âtinky, Mummy.â
âYou couldnât use the toilet, baby?â her mother asked, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Selina shook her head fiercely, sending her pigtails flapping about her face. âNu-uh! Datâs for gwown-ups!â She pulled a funny face and went cross-eyed. Sheâd been one of the best in her Acting Silly class at Miss Hanoverâs. âIâm jutht siwwy Sewwy!â
âJust silly Selly,â her mother agreed, chuckling. âNo need for potties when your pants will do! Let Mummy check the damage, sweetie. Turn around for me.â
Selina stomped around obediently, wrinkling her nose as the mess in her pants squished against her bottom. But having a yucky nappy was just part of being a silly little girl. She remembered how hard sheâd tried to fight in her Nappy Training class, but now even the thought of sitting her little bum on a potty sent a thrill of fear through her body, and made the image of a hard wooden paddle flash in her mind.
She felt Mummy lift up her dress and pull out the back of her nappy to take a peek inside. Her face reddened even more, but she knew little girls like her didnât deserve privacy. Never try to stop a grown-up from checking your nappy. Adults know best. And how else would Mummy know when to change her diaper? The thought of doing it herself was just silly. She knew sheâd been smart once, a naughty little smarty-pants who thought she could go off to university, but now even the tapes on her nappy seemed too complicated. Way beyond a silly little girl like her.
âYouâve certainly filled this up!â her mother exclaimed happily, letting the waistband of her adult daughterâs nappy snap back into place. âBut I think it can take another load. Besides, I was just about to take you out to the park! Doesnât that sound fun, Selly?â
Selina turned scarlet. The thought of toddling around the public park in her frilly pink dress, playing like a little girl and flashing her yucky, stinky nappy to whoever might be watching made her feel dizzy with shame. But good girls did whatever their Mummies wanted. Never say no to your Mummy. Mummy knows best.
âYeth, Mummy,â she lisped, turning around and dropping into a curtsey again. âI wuv da park!â
Her mother laughed and patted her on the head. âIâm sure you do, sweetie. Now take Mummyâs hand, and letâs get going. You can skip all the way there!â
Emma had just started to lift up the toilet seat when someone smacked her bottom, hard. Even through the thick padding of her nappy, she could feel the sting. She squealed and spun around, her stomach plummeting when she saw her boyfriendâs stern expression. Sheâd been caught!
âBad girl Emma! Thatâs a no-no!â he scolded. âThe toilet is for grown-ups, not babies.â
Emma blushed furiously. Suddenly, a cramp hit her and she nearly doubled over with the effort of controlling herself.
âAh, I see,â said her boyfriend, knowingly. âYou need to make a stinky, donât you darling?â
âPlease Daddy!â Emma begged. âI promise, Iâll use my nappies whenever I need to pee⊠Just donât make me do that in my pants!â
âSweetie weâve talked about this,â he said impatiently. âYouâre not an adult anymore. Youâre my baby girl, and the toilet is a thing of the past for you. Babies donât just go pee-pee in their pants; they go poo-poo too, and youâre not going to be any different.â
Emma opened her mouth to argue, but she was interrupted by a sudden loud fart from her behind. Another cramp hit her, and this time she knew she couldnât hold it any longer. Helpless to stop it, Emma burst into tears and started pushing an enormous yucky load into her pants, accompanied by a strong gush of pee.
âEw! Ew! Ewww!â she cried, stomping her feet and flapping her hands in disgust as she finished filling her nappy, looking just like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Her face scarlet, tears still running down her cheeks, Emma looked imploringly up at her boyfriend. âPlease change me Daddy!â she sobbed.
âNot just yet stinky-pants,â he said gently. It was hard to stay angry at his girlfriend when she looked so pathetic and adorable, but she still needed to be punished. âFirst youâre going to stand in the corner for a couple of hours and think about what a naughty girl youâve been.â
âWaaaaaaaaah!â
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đSecret Lives at Fairbrook University: Chapter 4
The brisk fall morning at Fairbrook University bit straight through Sophieâs sweater, the kind of cold that should have shocked her awake. Instead, it only pressed her deeper into the fog sheâd been stuck in for days. Days since Elliott had last spoken to her. Days of replaying every moment theyâd shared, wondering whether the spark sheâd felt had been real â or just her imagination running wild again.
Their silence wasnât empty. It felt like a thin, tense thread pulling between them, vibrating with everything left unsaid.
She had been so sure he felt it too â the strange, effortless understanding, the way he had looked at her like he saw the pieces she hid from the world. You donât just meet someone who instinctively gets the part of you youâve never dared to show anyone. People like that are rare. Precious.
They donât just⊠vanish for a few days.
Her phone chimed sharply on her desk. Sophie jolted, heart leaping before she even reached for it. But the screen lit with nothing but a discount code.
The disappointment hit harder than she wanted to admit.
Homework waited for her, untouched. Her room was quiet â Rose was gone for the weekend â and that shouldâve helped her concentrate. But instead, the quiet made her smaller, younger in her mind, slipping into that softer place she tried so hard to keep tucked away.
She tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, feeling the bulky diaper, which continually became warm reminder beneath. That didnât exactly help her focus either.
After a moment of hesitation, Sophie got up, checked the locked door, and sank onto the floor beside her bed. The familiar crinkle grounded her, comforting in a way she hadnât been able to name until recently. She pulled the small rubber box from beneath her bed and opened it, peeling back the vanilla-coded clothes to reveal the real things she kept hidden â the soft onesies, the bows, the wipes, Teddy, and her favorite pacifier.
Just holding it eased the tension that had been clawing at her chest. The moment she placed it in her mouth, her breath loosened, the world quieting around her.
She lay back with Teddy nestled against her.
âItâs been too wong, TeddyâŠâ she mumbled around the paci, her words mushy and childish in that embarrassing, comforting way.
A text tone shattered the stillness.
Her heart slammed into her throat.
Elliott.
Her hands fumbled with the lockscreen.
Hey. Sorry itâs been a while⊠can I have your dorm number? What building are you in?
Her stomach dropped â excitement, fear, and confusion all colliding. She looked at the open box on the floor, the obvious bulge at her waist, the pacifier still in her mouth.
Elliott typed again.
Do you trust me?
Sophie swallowed, thumb trembling as she typed back.
Do I have any choice? :p
No, not really. Come on. Help a guy out.
She sighed.
Liberty Building, 205.
Great. Be there soon.
Panic flooded her system.
She scrambled. Paci off and placed on the desk. Teddy tucked away. Box shoved back under the bed with shaking hands. She changed, cleaned up, pulled on her favorite cropped sweatshirt and pants â except the waistband of her diaper kept peeking over the top. She wrestled with the drawstring until it stayed put, more or less.
A knock rattled the door.
She sprinted for it.
And there he was â Elliott, holding a giant box and wearing that stupidly charming grin that always made her insides do something unhelpful.
âHey there, hon. Long time, no see,â he teased lightly. âMind if I come in?â
She stepped aside, trying not to stare at him. He looked unfairly good for someone whoâd had her spiraling for days.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he looked around with exaggerated admiration.
âWow. You keep this place immaculate. My apartment looks like a crime scene in comparison â but, yâknow⊠men.â
Sophie snorted. âI can imagine. So⊠what can I do for you, Elliott?â
He arched a brow. âOof. Attitude. Thatâs new.â Then, softer, âI know I went quiet. Iâm sorry.â
The apology was genuine. It hit her harder than expected.
She looked down, fidgeting with her sweatshirt.
Elliottâs gaze traveled â not in a rude way, but in that focused, perceptive way that always unnerved her. It drifted from her face⊠down to her waistband.
His smirk grew slow and unmistakably knowing.
âWere you having some quality time before I got here?â
Her heart plummeted. Heat slammed into her cheeks. She tugged her sweatpants up, but the tiny crinkle when she moved made things worse.
âElliott,â she hissed, mortified.
He only chuckled. Soft. Warm. A little too confident.
âDonât be shy, Sophie.â
She shot him a glare and pressed a finger to her lips. âShh.â
Then she hurriedly gestured for him to follow her to her room. Each step betrayed her with quiet, humiliating noises. Elliott didnât comment â but she felt his attention like a hand on her spine.
She shut the bedroom door behind him, rushing to tidy the chair in the corner, desperate to control at least something.
âUm, you can hang your coat overââ
She turned.
Elliott was at her desk.
Holding her pacifier.
Her heart stopped.
He lifted it slowly, deliberately.
âNow⊠shouldnât this be in your mouth?â
âThatâthatâs not funny,â she whispered, mortified.
âWell,â he stepped closer, voice deepening just slightly, âwhose is it?â
She froze.
He took another step. The room felt painfully small.
âItâs okay, Sophie.â His tone softened, but his presence didnât. He stood close enough that she could smell his cologne, warm cedar and something faintly sweet. âYou donât have to hide from me.â
Her breath hitched.
Their eyes met â and stayed â longer than she meant to. His gaze held hers with quiet intensity, like he was giving her time to run if she wanted to.
She didnât.
âHere,â he murmured, lifting the paci toward her lips. âI believe this is yours.â
She bit her lip, hesitating â which made his smile tilt into something teasing and unbearably gentle.
With his free hand, he brushed her hair back from her face, fingers warm against her cheek.
âGo on,â he urged softly. âLet me.â
Her lips parted before she could second-guess herself.
Elliott slid the paci past them slowly, watching her with a warmth that made her knees weak.
âThere you go,â he whispered.
Her cheeks burned. Her eyes welled. She suckled the paci because she needed something to hold onto â and because it kept her from crying for reasons she couldnât explain.
He gently took her hand.
âCome here,â he said, tone shifting to something undeniably guiding.
She followed without thinking.
Elliott sat in the cushioned chair, then pulled her effortlessly into his lap. His arms wrapped around her with a firmness that made her whole body unlock, a sense of safety sinking into her bones as she tucked her face into his neck.
He chuckled and rocked her gently. âWell, it didnât take you long to melt, huh? Poor thing. You must be so stressed. Isnât being a big girl so tough?â
His hand rubbed soothing circles on her back.
âItâs okay to be like this with me,â he murmured. âIâve got you.â
His palm slipped lower â resting over the padding sheâd tried so hard to hide.
âAnd,â he added lightly, âI think someone needs a change.â
Sophie groaned into his neck.
He laughed softly. âTell you what. Iâll show you what I brought in the boxâŠâ
He tapped her nose with one finger.
âThen itâs your turn to cooperate. Deal?â
She peeked up at him, heart flipping, and after a small, shy moment, nodded.
