Ella always hated going to visit her aunt Charlotte. The woman was nice enough, sure, especially when Ella’s parents were around, but she always treated Ella like a little kid… Especially after Ella’s parents dropped her off and left her alone.
It was always, “Are you sure you’re old enough to watch that?” or “Do you need any help with that?” or “You’re too little for that,” all of which annoyed Ella, generally making her sulk until Charlotte said, “If you’re going to act like a pouty baby, I’m going to treat you like one! That’s the way things work in this house, young lady!”
Then Ella would get marched to the nursery, where she spent most of the rest of her stay. Charlotte always told her it was only for the rest of the day, as long as she could show she was mature enough to handle being a big girl again, yet, somehow, Ella always found herself having accidents – despite being perfectly potty trained otherwise – in the diapers she was taped into, making Charlotte shake her head and say she obviously needed another day.
Ella was a late bloomer, so the game went on for quite a while, much to her dismay. When she finally started to grow too big for the baby furniture, she was thrilled, certain this meant that things would be normal, that whenever her parents shipped her off there for a long weekend, or her annual week-long summer stay, Charlotte would just treat her like a big kid.
She was wrong. While she did her best to control her emotions, being told she still wasn’t old enough to flip the channel to anything more mature than Disney Junior made her more angry than ever, and she found herself being escorted back to the nursery, protesting that she was too big for it… Only to find that her aunt had replaced all of the baby furniture with larger versions.
That was when Ella realized that it would never stop… Not unless she did something about it. She’d long suspected that Charlotte had to be doing something to make her have accidents once the baby treatment started, but she’d never quite been able to figure out what. She was determined to discover the secret, planned on sneaking out of her crib to investigate – after being put to bed early, of course, and then waiting to hear her aunt retreat to her own bedroom – yet, to her dismay, this new crib was tall enough to keep her safely inside all night long, and during the day, Charlotte watched her like a hawk, always eager to find some new infraction to extend the punishment.
So, once she was back home, Ella had to find more excuses to visit her aunt, making her trips there – and then, inevitably, back into diapers – more frequent. She did her best to stay unpunished for as long as possible, to keep her freedom so she could snoop around in those rare instances she was left alone… It was slow work, until, one day, she noticed a strange, unmarked bottle at the back of Charlotte’s fridge. She’d seen it before, always overlooking it, but this time, she decided to open it up. Was it something Charlotte had just forgotten about? Ella had never seen the woman cook with it, or do anything with it… It was just always there.
She sniffed it, then, praying it hadn’t gone bad, took a swig. At first, nothing seemed different, but a little while later, after assuming it was nothing special after all and retreating to the living room, Ella was shocked to feel a sudden dampness begin to spread throughout her panties. She glanced down, curious, then gasped and leaped up, just in time to see the crotch of her pants soak and drip, wetness starting to flow down her thighs while she watched, helpless.
That got her back in diapers straight away, certainly, along with a spanking and some time scrubbing Charlotte’s couch, where she’d been sitting… It also got her a plan.
She waited through a few more long weekends, not wanting to cancel now that she knew the truth, and risk her aunt getting suspicious. She waited for the summer trip, then held off as long as she could before offering to grab Charlotte something to drink from the kitchen while she got herself a soda.
Less than an hour later, she saw the wet spot appear, even before Charlotte could start to look panicked, could try to dart to the bathroom, for all the good that would do her. She protested, but fair was fair… And Ella was just as tall as her now. In no time, Charlotte was diapered up, dolled up in one of the outfits she’d bought for Ella, and playing in the nursery.
Like a good caretaker, Ella made sure to keep her well-hydrated… And, like a good caretaker, she asked her often how her diaper was doing, making her lift the skirt of her dress to show her, savoring the blush on her cheeks every time she refused to answer out loud, raising her skirt anyway as Ella threatened to go grab the hairbrush she’d used after Charlotte’s accident.
Charlotte knew what was happening, of course; she wasn’t stupid. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean there was anything she could do about it. It was her house, her rules… And that was the problem. She’d always told Ella that she didn’t tolerate such childish behavior under her roof from anyone unless they were a baby.
Well… Now, she was the baby. She didn’t know how Ella had figured it out, but after the third bottle, and second wet diaper, she knew she had to have. There was no way she’d have peed herself multiple times in one day without it… Right? She squirmed, cheeks flushing. That had to be it… She wasn’t even noticing it while it happened, just felt a warm, wet squish as she fidgeted while playing on the floor. She was terrified that she’d say she was dry during one of her checks, then get proven wrong without even realizing she was lying, and give Ella an excuse to punish her further.
She tried to refuse the bottles, but that was seen as a tantrum, earning her time in the corner… Then she got angry enough to remind Ella this was her house, letting a simple ‘damn’ slip out, and her time-out followed a mouth-soaping, with the bar of soap still firmly in place as she wiggled and sniffled in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous.
She was put to bed even earlier than Ella’s punishment bedtime, with a night-time bottle and double-thick diapers. “The guest bedroom is all right,” Ella told her, standing at the light switch, smiling smugly, “but your bed is so much bigger and nicer… I think I’ll stay in there.”
With that, she flipped off the light, leaving Charlotte trapped in a crib while she went off to the woman’s queen sized bed. Charlotte growled and cursed to herself, thinking of the brat splayed out, watching the TV in her bedroom, while she sat in her crib, illuminated by her nightlight, and fought to keep from drinking more of the bottle than she had to. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the drug was increased thirst, which encouraged the victim to keep hydrated, and also meant that, while she was trapped in there overnight with nothing else to drink, she eventually had little choice but to suck down more of it.
Even worse, she could feel a pressure building inside her… She’d made Ella do that a couple times, but generally the clean-up was more than she liked to deal with, so it was only when the girl really insisted she was too old for this, just to show her who was in charge. Could she really want Charlotte to do it?
Charlotte squirmed uncomfortably, staring up at the bars around her. Why had she gotten them made so high? The drug was a muscle relaxant, mostly targeting the bladder, but also weakening the victim’s legs and arms, making sure that fighting back, or trying to climb out of something like a giant crib, was extra difficult. Ella had been giving her much more than Charlotte ever gave her, and already Charlotte’s gait had grown more wide and wobbly, and as she reluctantly lifted the bottle to her mouth, she had to use both hands to keep ahold of it.
It also meant that, as the pressure in her stomach began to build, she felt an involuntary push. Her eyes widened, a gooey gush of mush sliding into her pants before she could stop it. “E-Ella!” she called desperately. “Ella, please, let me use the potty! I’m sorry about all of this, I really am! Please, just…!”
In her panic, she leapt to her feet without thinking, wanting to tug on the bars and try to escape… Instead, she froze as she felt the disgusting mass inside of her begin to force itself the rest of the way out, exploding out into her diaper in a humiliating mudslide that only got worse as she lost her balance and fell back onto her backside. She sat there, stunned and mortified, for a long moment before bursting into tears.
After being discovered in her full diaper the next morning, there was no hope of convincing Ella that Charlotte was the adult… For several days, Charlotte was fed more and more of the drug, leaving her weaker and weaker, until she was reduced to crawling around her own house on all fours, helplessly pooping her diaper, often several times a day as Ella began feeding her plenty of baby food, preferring bean, pea, banana, and prune.
She lost track of time until, finally, Ella giggled, “Aren’t you going to be embarrassed for my parents to come here and find you like that?” Charlotte’s eyes widened… She always teased Ella with that, threatening to let her parents see her in her diaper, or tell them about all her accidents… She never did, of course, since she doubted they would approve, but it was cute to watch the girl struggling even harder than usual to keep her pants dry for the last day or two of her trip.
On the other side, however, it was much more frantic, praying for the drug to wear off enough to be able to pretend none of this had happened when her sister and brother-in-law showed up to pick Ella up… Ella refused to tell her how long she had, making each failed attempt at walking without holding onto the wall, each accident in her diapers, even more terrifying. She couldn’t let herself be seen like this, she just couldn’t! Yet… Did she even have a chance? She had no clue if Ella was still dosing her with the drug or not. She felt like she was getting better and controlling her bladder and bowels, but did that mean the drug was wearing off, or that she was just getting a bit of a tolerance for it? Would Ella really be cruel enough not to even give her a shot?
She got her answer one day as she struggled to make her klutzy fingers work correctly again. She was concentrating hard, which made her feel a little less bad about not realizing she was messing herself until she felt her onesie grow a little tighter as her diaper began to expand, but, sure enough, with some work, she was able to get the plastic wrapper off. Then, as a further victory, she was even able to keep hold of the stick with only one hand!
“I did it!” she exclaimed, relief starting to wash over her, sure that Ella really had decided to take mercy on her. If she worked at it just as hard, she was certain she’d be able to walk somewhat decently in an hour or two as well!
“Oh, you are home!” Her blood froze as she heard her sister’s voice. “Ella told us you had to run into work… What did you do?”
Her eyes widened. Was today the day? She wriggled in fear as she heard footsteps approaching as she lay there on her tummy, in her onesie and her dirty diaper, surrounded by oversized baby furniture, toys, and clothes… “Oh, maybe she meant she was working in her home office… It was just a quick note, I might have misunderstood. She spends an awful lot of time in there… We barely had time to do anything this trip. She must be super busy…”
“We won’t take up too much of your time!” Charlotte’s sister called, her voice sounding almost right outside the door. “I just want to poke my head in and say hi to my little sister before we head back home!”
“N-No!” Charlotte gasped, eyes widening as she saw the doorknob start to turn. “I-I…”
“It’ll be just a second! I have to thank you for taking care of my daughter all week!”
“B-But…” Charlotte whimpered, watching helplessly as the door opened, cheeks already beet red as she futilely tried to think up an explanation for what was happening here.
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