The Stepdaughter – Chapter 6

“I’ll watch the show,” Janet sighed, not wanting to say its name, even if it was getting her out of a ridiculously early bedtime. Would it be worth the sacrifice? She guessed she’d find out… If she could get to her phone, and put an end to this, then it would.

“I thought so,” Hazel smirked, clearly taking this as a sign that she’d been right about Janet still watching, and liking, the show at ‘her age,’ whatever she thought that was. “Go on, then.”

Janet blushed deeply as she toddled through her house, bulky diaper on full display, down to the living room. The sun was still streaming in through the windows, making it all the more ridiculous that Zella had wanted her to go to bed… The windows! Janet’s cheeks somehow found a few more shades of red to run through as she stared at them, wide-eyed, realizing the curtains were wide open, giving anyone outside the perfect view of her infantile attire.

“Calm down,” Hazel chuckled. “The driveway is long enough nobody can see you… And even if they did, they’d just assume you were a cute little toddler, here on a visit.” She patted Janet on the head condescendingly.

“B-But…” Janet wasn’t entirely convinced. “C-Can we shut them anyway?”

“No, we cannot,” Hazel shook her head. “I think a little sunlight will do you some good, especially since you’re going to be sitting in front of the TV anyway.” She picked up the remote, turning on the television, turning it to a kids’ channel, where, indeed, a cartoon featuring the girl from the front of Janet’s shirt was on screen.

Janet wrinkled her nose, something that did not go unnoticed by her step-daughter. “Would you rather go outside and play?” she asked, Janet quickly shook her head. “Are you sure?” she teased. “You could go out in the backyard, on my old swingset… I could watch you from the kitchen window while I cook… And, if the neighbors are out, they probably could see you from back there, toddling around in your Pampers…”

Janet knew they weren’t technically Pampers, that she’d never seen the bright pink plastic or design in any of their ads, but hearing them called that still made her feel especially tiny and childish and timid. “Nooo,” she whined. “Please, Zella!”

“All right,” Hazel chuckled. “Then sit down and watch.”

Janet nodded, waddling over to the sofa, but her padded bottom hadn’t even hit the cushion before Hazel was snapping, “Nuh-uh!” The smaller girl frowned, pausing. “Little girls who piddle their pants don’t get to sit on grown-up furniture, even when they have protection,” Zella informed her. “Sit on the floor.”

Janet nearly stomped again, before her throbbing bottom reminded her why she didn’t dare do that. She sank down, leaning against the couch. “Is that better?” she sulked.

“Better,” Hazel nodded. “I can’t see you from the kitchen there, though. Why don’t you sit here?” she pointed to her feet, in the middle of the room. The answer, Janet felt, was pretty obvious… She had nothing to lean on there, and nothing to block her from anyone who was able to see in the windows from potentially spotting her. Since she was sitting, perhaps only the top of her head unless they were very close to the house, although even that was more than she wanted at the moment.

“Do I hafta?” Janet sighed, the look she got in return answering louder than any words could have. “All right,” she started to get up, then remembered the windows again, and, without thinking, crawled over instead, staying below their line of sight, hopefully.

“Somebody’s getting used to her new position quickly,” Hazel smirked.

“No, I just..!” Janet began to protest, then cut herself off, knowing that making excuses would only cause her to seem younger. “Never mind.”

“All right,” Zella chuckled. “Well, you stay right there, sweetie, and enjoy your show.” She sauntered off, Janet’s heart beating a bit faster as she glanced towards her phone, and the freedom it could grant her.

Unfortunately, without stopping, Hazel scooped it up as she passed. “You can have this back when you prove you don’t need those diapers,” she called. Janet’s jaw clenched, her hands curling into fists, but she stopped herself from launching into a frustrated tantrum. Had Hazel just spotted it while she’d been walking? Or had she known it was there all along? Either way, it didn’t matter… She had it now.

Without it, Janet had little else to do other than what she’d been told, sitting there in her fluffy, pink diapers and watching Princess Sofia. She knew from experience you could hear the television in the kitchen, so if she changed the channel, Hazel would know… And, she noticed after a moment, Zella had taken the remote as well, so, to do that, she’d have to stand up, walk over to the TV, her padded bottom on display to the window as she fiddled with the buttons on the side of the television, trying to remember which did what, since they always just used the remote.

Nibbling her bottom lip, she glanced back at the window, wondering if she’d misjudged, and people could see her anyway, even sitting down. What if one of her friends decided to pop in for a surprise visit? Perhaps Zella was right, and, from the window, they’d see her there and assume it had to be a little kid plopped there on the floor in her Pampers and ponytails, watching cartoons, only to come in and see it was her supposedly adult friend instead.

She pulled on the hem of the PJ shirt, desperate to find some way to hide the humiliating, bulky, crinkly thing around her waist. Only a baby, someone too young to care about dignity, or privacy, ran around with their diapers so visible, and she knew she wasn’t one of those… Even if Hazel might not.

She genuinely couldn’t recall ever feeling this self-conscious, this anxious about what she was wearing, even back when she was a teenager, and fashion was – to some people – a life or death concern. She wanted nothing more than the draw the curtains, give herself at least a hint of safety, but any time she turned to stare at them, when she looked back, she saw Hazel glaring at her from the kitchen, watching her like a hawk.

As the scents from the kitchen began to waft down the hall as well, Janet started to realize that she was, in fact, pretty hungry, at least for whatever she was smelling. In the rush of activity since Hazel’s arrival, it hadn’t had time to hit her, not even when Zella had brought up food… But now, just squirming in her diapers and watching mind-numbingly childish TV, it was quite obvious. She was definitely glad she hadn’t gone to bed.

Then again, she had given the impression she wasn’t hungry, although all she’d really meant at the time was she didn’t want to watch Princess Sofia. Was Hazel making her anything? Would she get mad if she ‘changed her mind’ and wanted food now? She’d almost definitely be more angry if Janet waited longer, until the food was actually done.

“H-Hazel?” she called.

“What’s wrong?” the girl asked, popping in almost instantly. “Did you have an accident?”

“N-No!” Janet squealed, horrified that she’d even suggest that, almost too embarrassed at the implication to say anything else, but, when Zella began to slip out, she forced herself to. “Umm… I-I might be a little hungry after all…” she mumbled.

“I had a feeling,” Hazel smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m making something for you.”

“Oh!” Janet was surprised at that, though she wasn’t sure why… Zella was a babysitter, after all, she was probably used to watching for those kinds of cues, from people whose words she couldn’t completely trust all the time. Then again, she was used to dealing with much younger clients than Janet. “Th-Thank you,” she blushed.

“Of course, squirt,” Hazel chuckled. “It’ll be done in a little bit… Do you think you can wait, or do you need a snack?”

Janet was hungry, but she didn’t want to trouble the younger girl any more than she already had. “I’ll be all right,” she said.

“All right, go back to your show, then.”

Janet didn’t have much of a choice, so she did, hearing her tummy growl more and more as the aroma of food grew stronger. She actually started paying attention to the TV, just to take her mind off of her growing hunger. By the time Hazel stepped into the living room to announce, “It’s ready,” she was embarrassingly engrossed, enough to jump at the sound of another voice, having not noticed the girl’s arrival. “Yeah, you definitely don’t like this show at all,” she mocked. “Come on, let’s eat.”

“I-I was just… I-I wasn’t…” Janet blushed, scrambling to her feet and toddling after Hazel, trying to explain herself, before interrupting herself at the sight of the table, utensils and dishes ready for the occupants to arrive. “I-I could have set the table,” she said.

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” Zella smiled. “Besides, you can be a bit of a klutz, and I didn’t want you dropping my plate and hurting yourself.”

Her plate… Janet found out why she’d only been concerned about that when she was led to her seat. Not only was the bowl there plastic, sitting beside a chunky, plastic spoon, there was a booster seat! “I don’t need that!” she whined.

Hazel ignored her, picking her up and setting her down, the hard, plastic seat compressing the poofy padding against her sore backside, making her even more aware of what she was wearing, even before Hazel tugged the strap up between her legs, and around her waist, clicking the pieces into place and trapping her there. “Seems like you fit there pretty well,” she observed.

She was right… It was a bit higher than normal, but not enough to be a problem… In fact, she could probably reach the center of the table, where the salt and pepper shakers were kept, without having to stand up, or ask Harrison to pass them, like she usually did.

Hazel stepped away, opening up the serving dishes, letting the delicious scent circulate freely, Janet’s stomach growling in response. She spooned out sauteed vegetables, some sort of rice pilaf, and chicken onto her own plate… Then spooned some disgusting, pale slop into Janet’s bowl.

“What is this?!” Janet demanded, staring at the actual food on the other girl’s plate longingly.

“Don’t worry,” Zella cooed. “It’s the same thing I’m eating, just in a form that’s a little more appropriate for the way you’ve been behaving.”

Baby food… Hazel had taken what looked, and smelled, like a delicious meal, and turned it into baby food for her. Her nostrils flared, her anger at the indignity of it nearly outweighing her desire to avoid any more punishment, especially when Zella added insult to injury, tying a large, plastic bib around her neck.

“Go on,” she urged. “Eat up! Or do you need me to feed you, too?”

Janet glared down at the bowl, then up at Hazel, trying to decide, in the heat of the moment, what she really wanted to do. Would she…

Feed herself, to prevent another spanking?

Let Hazel feed her and hope she got tired of it and let her have some real food?

Or throw the bowl on the floor in protest?

 

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Just A Girl Who Cain’t Say No

Stefanie was a good babysitter, and she was happy to tell anyone who came within earshot that. She always got polite compliments at the end of a job, people called her back for repeat business, kids seemed to like her… She had to be pretty decent at it, right?

Maybe it wasn’t the most impressive college job – though it was a lot easier to work around studying for tests, or going to parties, than more traditional ones that her friends had – but she was quite proud of how well it was going. After the scores she’d gotten on those last few tests, she couldn’t help wondering if there was a way to make a career out of it, of doing it full-time so she wouldn’t have to worry about classes or grades at all.

There were, of course, brats… Really, all kids could be that way, if it was far enough past their bedtime, or you told them no enough times. The secret, Stefanie had found, was not worrying too much about either. If she let them stay up long enough, they’d eventually zonk out, and if they were tired the next morning, that was their own fault, and she didn’t have to deal with it.

Obviously, if their parents were getting home early enough to catch them up past their bedtime, she had to revise her strategy, but it was easy to shift the blame, say the kids just wouldn’t go to sleep, and claim she’d been trying her best. The kids might say otherwise, however, she was the adult here, so she was the one the parents believed most of the time.

Not saying ‘no’ to them was a little harder. Sometimes, they asked for things that were impossible, or too messy for her to realistically clean up before their parents got home, and in those cases, she tried to come up with a compromise. Or, if it was more the latter, she’d let them do it, then cry to the parents when they got home, saying she’d tried to stop the child, had been working on cleaning it up for hours and was in the middle of a break when they returned… She was pretty good at that, too, to the point where she wondered if she ought to transfer to the theatre department and give that a try.

If she possibly could, she’d say yes, and that kept her charges happy, and more willing to do what she asked later on. Maybe they got an extra snack, or multiple desserts, or to watch channels normally off-limits, or other things their parents didn’t approve of, but as long as they were in a good mood, it was fine. Parents were usually over-protective anyway.

Unfortunately, that attitude was what had landed her here, sitting in a nursery, inside a playpen, sucking on a bottle of warm milk, wearing a diaper. The latter, clearly, had been the biggest indignity, the one thing that had almost made her change her policy and say ‘no’. Initially, all Ellie had asked her was whether she wanted to play house, a request she could hardly deny, since it wasn’t dangerous, or likely to get her in trouble.

“Yay!” Ellie had exclaimed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. “Nobody ever wants to play! Who do you wanna be?”

Stefanie had smiled, glad to see the girl so happy, feeling bad for her that her other sitters were so uncooperative. “Why don’t you pick?” she’d offered – her fatal mistake.

“Okay!” the little girl had beamed. “Well, I think I should be the Mommy, so… You’re the baby!”

Stefanie had chuckled, amused, though not surprised. Of course Ellie wanted to be in charge… She guessed the girl always wanted to help with her baby sister – who was being taken to a play group by their single mother, where there were no kids Ellie’s age to keep her company – and told she was too little, so she wanted to play this game to experience that… And who was Stefanie to deny her? “All right,” she’d nodded. “What are we doing today, Mommy?”

“Nooo,” Ellie had whined. “That’s not how babies talk!” Stefanie had started to apologize, only to correct herself, switching to baby babble, watching the girl’s face light back up. “That’s better!” she’d declared. “Now, baby Stefie, dress-up time is over… We’d better get you back in a diaper before you have an accident!”

“Ellie, I don’t…” Stefanie had started to say, without thinking, as Ellie led her into her little sister’s room.

“No!” Ellie’d stomped her feet, pouting, and, before Stefanie could stop her, shoved a pacifier into the older girl’s mouth. “You can’t talk like a big girl! You’re a baby, and babies wear diapers!”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 5

Janet would have loved to put an end to this whole thing, to get herself out of diapers, and establish herself as the older one, the one in charge, the step-mother… But it was too risky. There were too many things that could go wrong if she didn’t follow orders, and too many examples already that Hazel was watching, and ready to punish her if she caught her misbehaving. The wisest choice, whether she liked it or not, was to stay put, squirming in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her tear-stained face, suds dribbling from the corners of her mouth, diaper crinkling with every tiny shift and squirm.

 

Even though she knew the truth, seeing herself like that still made it hard to believe it. She’d been spanked, diapered, had her mouth cleaned out… She couldn’t really be an adult, could she? What kind of grown-up would allow all that to happen to them?! Then again, she hadn’t exactly allowed it, she just hadn’t been able to stop it… And trying to do that had been part of what had landed her in so much trouble.

 

She tried to turn away, to hide from that image of herself, but there wasn’t a lot else to look at in the bathroom, other than the toilet, which made her even more aware of the diaper around her waist. She didn’t have to use it… Hazel wanted her not to, in fact, or else she’d be stuck in them all weekend. She knew that’s what they were for, however, and that made her cheeks darken all the same.

 

There was a bathtub as well, of course, and, as she felt warm, soapy water drip onto her shirt, she considered climbing inside so she didn’t make a mess on the floor, since she couldn’t control the drooling the bar of soap was causing her to do. She’d have to slide open the door to do that, though, something Hazel might hear, and then, when the girl returned, if Janet didn’t have enough time to scramble back out of the tub, she might get in trouble for not staying put.

 

So, finally, she turned back to the sink, and the mirror. She ducked her head to try and avoid her reflection, only to see the wet spot on her shirt, much bigger than she’d thought. She tilted her head back up, away from it, fixing her gaze firmly on the sink’s faucets, but it was impossible not to catch a glimpse of the top of her head, and think about what she was doing her best not to look at.

 

Zella hadn’t put her in the corner – although, probably only because there was no sink there – but Janet still felt like she was in time-out, like she might as well be sitting on a small, wooden naughty stool, or standing with her nose against the wall, hands against the back of her head. She was just a bad little girl, who had earned her way back into diapers, and was now nervously awaiting her babysitter, to see if she’d atoned enough, or if she was about to land in even hotter water, somehow. What if Zella told her parents about this?!

 

She had to remind herself that Hazel was mistaken, and had no idea who her parents were… That didn’t really help, however. She thought Janet’s parents were her husband, and some other woman… If she called and told Harrison about this, he’d be confused, and, when Zella asked to speak to his wife, he’d tell her she was still there. That would put an end to this, yes, but then he’d know all about what had been done to her… And, unlike if she’d gone to get her phone, Hazel would be the one who decided how much to let him know.

 

Janet could have censored the story as much as she needed to, only told him enough to get him to tell his daughter who she was, and to leave her alone. With any luck, she wouldn’t have to go into any real details, and he’d never have to find out. Surely, after that, Hazel would be too embarrassed to tell him, either, and it would be their little secret.

 

Zella, on the other hand… Why wouldn’t she tell him everything? Janet would have to hope and pray he stopped her before she got into any juicy details, because, otherwise, there was no reason for her not to spill all the beans, let him know just how ill-behaved his new ‘step-daughter’ was.

 

She jumped a little when Hazel at last returned, sidling up beside her with a, “You did as you were told! Good girl!” Heart pounding, cheeks burning, Janet turned towards her, having a hard time not falling back into looking at the other woman like the one in charge here, the older of the two, especially after she plucked the soap out of her mouth and examined her shirt. “Maybe I should have given you a bib,” she teased, before whisking the garment off, much to Janet’s shock.

 

“H-Hey!” she gasped, crossing her arms to cover her bare chest. When she’d changed into her shorts and shirt to lounge around the house by herself, she’d taken her usual padded bra off, so she was completely nude, other than her big, bulky diaper. “Wh-What are you doing?!”

 

“Oh, calm down,” Hazel chuckled. “There’s still nothing to see there.”

 

For a moment, Janet froze, flashing back to high school. There had been plenty for Hazel to make fun of her for, but that had always been one of her favorites… Still drooling from the traces of soap stuck behind her teeth, and the suds still left in her mouth, wearing only a thick, pink diaper, she stared up at Hazel, wondering if this was all an elaborate ruse, if she knew the truth, and had made up this story about ‘Prissy’ to justify tormenting her.

 

“You’ll get there,” Zella told her, starting to fill a cup up with water from the sink. “You’re still little. Here, swish this around.”

 

Janet took the cup in a slightly shaking hand, leaving the other across her exposed chest, uncertain how sincere Hazel was about that statement. Would Zella really go this far?! She wouldn’t put it past the girl she’d known in high school, but surely she’d grown more mature than that since then… Right?

 

She rinsed her mouth out as best she could, although, no matter how many refills she got, it was hard to completely rid herself of the soap’s disgusting aftertaste. Finally, Hazel decided it was good enough and picked up a towel, drying off the smaller girl with it before picking up something else, holding it above her head.

 

Without thinking, Janet raised her arms, just glad to be getting her shirt back… Or so she’d thought. She spotted her shirt, still wadded up on the side of the sink, right before the other one was tugged over her head, blocking her vision for a moment with colors that she should have recognized weren’t the same as what she’d been wearing.

 

“You have grown some,” Hazel admitted. “But they make these pajama shirts so big, I had a feeling it would still fit. Do you still watch her?”

 

Janet had enough time to hope it would at least be long enough to cover her diaper before discovering it wasn’t that kind of pajama shirt… It was clearly meant to be part of a set, with the shorts or pants that went with it simply not there. It stopped at her belly button, although, other than that, it fit mortifyingly well for something lavender-colored, with lacey flutter sleeves, and Princess Sofia’s face printed on the front, surrounded by lots of little, pink hearts.

 

“Why are your cheeks so red, Prissy?” Zella teased. “You do, don’t you? It’s okay… It’s no more embarrassing to do that at your age than it is to still be wetting your pants.” She gave the seat of Janet’s diaper a pat, making the woman jump and blush at the vision of herself, turned into a toddler whose babysitter had gotten her ready for bed. There was no sign of the PJ bottoms, but it didn’t matter… The diaper was more than enough, and finished off her little outfit perfectly.

 

“I-I’ve never seen her show,” Janet protested weakly, tugging at the shirt, trying to will it to grow longer, to hide her poofy plastic potty-pants.

 

“Why are you lying to me?” Hazel sighed as she started to pull Janet’s hair into a pair of ponytails at the side of her head, tying them in place, making her look even more like the little girl she was trying so desperately not to let herself become. “Did you learn nothing from your punishment? We’re still right here… I can pop the soap back in.”

 

“No!” Janet wailed, shaking her head, ponytails swaying back and forth as her head moved.

 

“Then tell me the truth,” Zella told her. “Do you still love Princess Sofia?”

 

“Umm…” It wasn’t the truth at all; she’d been telling that before. She’d never watched a single episode of it, only knew that was what it was called because she’d seen other shirts for little girls that had her name on them. “Yes,” she said after a moment, knowing that was what Hazel wanted to hear, and that that was more important than the actual ‘truth’ in this case. And, she supposed, she could twist that around into not necessarily being a lie… She still liked the character as much as ever, since she never had, and still didn’t, know anything about her.

 

“How precious,” Hazel smirked. “Well, then, cutie, how would you like to go watch her while I get some food ready for us?”

 

Janet blushed, imagining herself, dressed like this, sitting in front of the TV watching some show for pre-schoolers – that definitely wasn’t how she’d expected this long weekend to end up. “I-I don’t…”

 

“Did you already eat?” Zella asked. “Well, you can go right to bed if you’d like, I suppose. You can’t get into much trouble if you’re all tucked in and fast asleep. I will expect you to behave yourself if I let you stay up… Just because you’ve been punished once tonight doesn’t mean I won’t do it again if you act up.”

 

Bed?! Janet whined, barely stopping herself from stomping her foot like a frustrated child. It was so early! There was no way she could go to sleep already… But, if staying up meant watching some kids’ cartoon, and acting like a little girl to avoid getting Zella mad at her again, would lying in bed for a couple extra hours really be that much worse?

 

She honestly wasn’t sure. As usual, neither option was great… Her phone was in the living room, however, so, if she could get ahold of that, perhaps she could call Harrison while Hazel was in the kitchen. Or, Zella would see that there were no rooms, other than hers, set up for a little girl to live in, and realize she’d been telling the truth all along.

 

But which would be better? It was hard to concentrate, standing there, looking like a little kid, being treated like one… She was going to have to, anyway, though… She had a choice to make.

 

Would she go to the living room to ‘watch Princess Sofia’?

 

Or let herself be taken to her bedroom, to show Hazel she didn’t have one?

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Clover

“What a joke,” Ella muttered, not caring if her microphone picked it up or not. Honestly, she sort of wished it would… Who cared if it made her bosses mad? After what they’d done to her, they deserved it.

Sure, it wasn’t the Pulitzer, but she had just won a local award for an article she’d written last year, for cracking a conspiracy within the healthcare industry in her city. She’d been working for the newspaper for years before then, waiting for her big break, and, finally, she’d gotten it, and the attention she’d felt she’d deserved all along. Suddenly, there were jobs offers from magazines, bigger papers, and even television.

Ella wasn’t stupid; she went with the latter. It was, perhaps, a strange thing to think about the place she’d decided to make her career, but she knew that print was dying. She enjoyed writing, though, so when she went to college, journalism had felt like the only viable option for a degree… Fiction was for children, after all. She’d been trying to transition from her first job at the paper – which she’d taken for her resume more than anything, while telling herself the fact they’d hired her straight out of college with no experience was a sign that newspapers were in big trouble, and not a permanent solution – to something in television for a while, yet nobody had answered her calls until the award.

And now look at her… It wasn’t her fault there hadn’t been any juicy stories in the few months since she’d taken the job. She had a few leads, but nothing she was ready to report on, and the higher-ups were starting to get antsy, to question their decision to hire her. They wanted her to get on air and do something, and so… Here she was.

It was humiliating, frankly. She was a serious journalist… They should trust her enough to know it was worth waiting for a real story, instead of sticking her with this joke assignment. Yes, St. Patrick’s Day was coming up, but, outside of frat boys and sorority girls, who really cared?

Well, them and children, Ella mused. She was an only child, had never even considered taking up babysitting for extra money when she was younger, and, thus, had no idea was kids were into. Did they care about St. Patrick’s Day? The station seemed to think so… Only children would find this ‘story’ she was doing interesting. Was that really what they wanted? For their hard-hitting, investigative reporter to have fanbase of little brats?

“Here,” she grumbled, stopping at a flower bed, waiting for her camera crew to catch up. “Maybe there’s some clover here.”

How was she supposed to know?! It was a plant… There were plants growing everywhere! She probably could have done some research into it, but this whole thing was too stupid to deserve that. As soon as she’d realized there was no talking her way out of the assignment, the local botanical garden had been the first – and so far, only – place she’d been able to think of that might have clover.

“Come on, four-leaf clover,” she called out, as if it could hear and answer her, “Let me find you so I can go back to my real job.”

She sighed, seeing the crew still hadn’t caught up with her – for all she knew, they were still unloading equipment back at the van, since she’d stormed off in annoyance as soon as she could get away – and bent over, searching for her prey. She’d love to find one right away, so that her ‘story’ on how rare they really were would be about five seconds long, and prove to her bosses how stupid they were for demanding this. “Come on, clover…”

That was when she felt the back of her skirt being lifted up, her hands quickly grabbing the hem, trying to pull it back down. “Larry, I swear to God,” she growled, wondering how that pervy cameraman had caught up with her so fast when she hadn’t seen him a moment ago. The way he’d been leering at her since she started her job made her positive it was him. “If you don’t let go right now, HR will have your job faster than…”

Then came the pat, the crinkle, the feeling of something very much not her thin, sleek satin panties against her backside. “Wh-What the..?” she frowned, turning around to see someone that was very much not Larry standing there, smirking as she checked the reporter’s diaper.

Variations on a Theme

I decided I wanted to do a quick caption, but I couldn’t decide which of the two ideas to go with, so I just did both. The themes are the same for both, though hopefully they’re different enough to still be interesting.
“Come on, Julie,” Brenda stuck her head in. “Let’s get a move on…. Unless you want another spanking.”

“No, ma’am!” Julie squeaked, the title coming so much easier now, after the events of the evening. Even though her new stepmother was barely older than her, despite the fact that they’d gone to high school together, that Julie, the popular cheerleader, had spent so much time making fun of the nerdy Brenda, it was hard not to act respectfully towards her, knowing what she was capable of now.

It was so ridiculous… Julie had been so against the marriage at all, certain Brenda was only with her dad for his money, she’d refused to go to the wedding, had vowed now to set foot in his house again… Then, she’d lost her job, and, after couch surfing for a couple weeks, had landed back in her old bedroom.

That was far from the worst part, however. Her dad had been there the first couple days to help her move in, then had to go on a business trip, leaving her alone with her new stepmother. Julie very much doubted it was a coincidence that she’d suddenly began to develop a bedwetting problem as soon as he was gone, something she hadn’t had trouble with… Well, ever, as far as she could remember!

“It’s all right,” Brenda had told her the first night. “Go ahead and get going to your interviews… I’ll clean up.”

Julie hadn’t really had any interviews lined up, she’d just said that to have an excuse to get out of the house, after her father had told her he didn’t want her to go shopping until she had another job lined up. Brenda got less and less understanding as the week went on, until tonight.

“No,” she’d put her foot down. “I’m tired of washing your sheets every day, young lady. You are wearing a diaper to bed, and, since I don’t trust you to put it on yourself, since you’re a spoiled only child who probably never babysat a day in her life, so I’m going to do it myself, and I don’t want to have to wake up at two in the morning, or whenever you come stumbling in… So we’re doing it now.”

Julie had argued, of course… That had landed her over Brenda’s knee until she was bawling, begging for diapers if just to stop the spanking. Then, she’d been shaved, powdered, and taped into a diaper before being sent into the bathroom to brush her teeth, ordered not to get any bright ideas and do anything else in there.

It was hard to concentrate on her teeth when her reflection was right there, though, a sexy young woman, the waistband of a diaper sticking out of the top of her sleep shorts, about to be sent to bed on a Friday night while the sun hadn’t even fully set. There was no way this could get any worse… Could it?

She tossed and turned in her bed, struggling to get to sleep on her stomach, her backside too sore to rest on. She managed to nearly drift off a few times, eyes fluttering shut for a minute or two at a time, before she felt a tug on the back of her diaper. “What’s going on?” she asked drowsily.

“Nothing,” Brenda told her. “Just seeing if you’re still dry. Go back to sleep.”

She was so tired, it was hard to tell if it was real or not… Julie squirmed, eyes shutting again, until, after a brief pause, she felt something push into her bottom, then a small rush of liquid. She gasped, sitting up, looking around… But nobody was there.

She laid back down, assuming it was a dream… For a minute or two anyway. Then, her tummy began to churn, the sensation growing more desperate very quickly. Brenda had locked the bathroom, told Julie she didn’t want her to bother her for the key… But for this, surely she’d make an exception…

Except, she didn’t have time. She’d never felt it happen this fast before. The pain was so great, she had to give a little push, positive she could just let out a little gas, get a bit of relief to help her toddle to Brenda’s room… She gasped as she felt the soft, squishy mass begin to slide out, pouring into her diaper, refusing to stop, no matter how hard she tried.

She gulped, squirming on her stomach, a tentative hand reaching back to survey the damage. There was no way Brenda would miss that… Or, even worse, her father, who was going to be back in the morning. Maybe she could blame it on Brenda, on whatever she’d done to her… But had that even been real, or a dream? Brenda could certainly argue the latter, and Julie wasn’t sure she could counter that. Julie had a bad feeling she was going to have to get used to wearing diapers to bed… At least.