The Stepdaughter – Chapter 30

“Here we go!” Hazel exclaimed, holding up a blue and green plaid jumper, a white, Peter Pan collared shirt underneath it on the same hanger. “This is going to be adorable!”

“A-Adorable for what?” Janet was afraid she already knew the answer, but she wanted to be wrong, for her stepdaughter to say anything else.

“For school, dummy!” Zella teased, starting to pull her pajama shirt up over her head. “You have lots to learn! Too bad they won’t teach you to keep your pants dry there!” She gave Janet’s diaper a pat before sliding the shirt onto her, not bothering with a bra at all, much less one of Janet’s padded ones, what she needed to give herself any cleavage at all.

Janet groaned, squirming in place while Hazel buttoned her up, struggling to think of some way to get out of this, to keep the girl from doing this to her… But what could she do? She had no power here at all… She was completely at Hazel’s mercy, and, clearly, she thought she was Prissy, a little girl who needed to go to school, and wear diapers…

“Perfect!” Hazel declared, once she had the other woman all dolled up, straightening out the skirt. It was long enough to keep her diaper covered, but just barely, ensuring the crinkly garments would be on Janet’s mind the whole day, even more than they normally would have been. “What a little cutie!” She finished up the look by tying her hair into ribbons, putting frilly ankle socks and shiny Mary Janes onto her feet, then shoving a bulging backpack into her arms.

She was serious about this… Janet, a fully grown woman, was about to be sent off to school like a child… And she was too timid to do anything to stop it. She meekly followed Hazel to the dining room, where a large bowl of oatmeal and a pink sippy cup were waiting for her. She climbed onto the chair, dutifully picking up her spoon and starting to eat, her tummy already feel very bloated and full before her first bite, until she couldn’t gag down any more of the bland, mushy stuff, and she reached for the cup.

She assumed, as usual, that it was milk, which she still didn’t love, but had been getting used to. Instead, a completely different taste greeted her tongue, making her wrinkle her nose, nearly spit it out. “Gross!” she whined. “Wh-What is that?!”

“Just some nice prune juice,” Zella smirked. “Go on, finish it up… It’s good for you!”

If the fiber from the day before hadn’t already made it clear, this breakfast clarified that, indeed, Hazel did want her filling her diapers… And probably more than once. She didn’t want to do that at all, but knowing she was going to be at school, as a student… She started to shake her head, ponytails bobbing as she moved.

“You’re going to finish every bit of that, Janet,” Hazel informed her, her tone making Janet rush into action, not wanting to make her mad, not totally processing what she’d said for a minute or two.

“W-Wait,” she wriggled in her seat, staring up at Zella. “D-Did you call me…?”

“That’s right,” Hazel grinned, bending over, looking Janet in the eye. “I know who you are… I’ve known all along. And look at what I’ve done to you, ‘step-mommy’… I’ve turned you into the perfect diapered little sister, and it didn’t even take me the whole weekend.”

“B-But…” Janet’s head was spinning. Hazel had known? She’d never thought that Janet was some little girl she’d babysat? She’d always been aware that Janet was an adult, and she’d put her through all of this anyway? And Janet hadn’t been able to stop her?

“So, let me tell you how things are going to be around here,” Hazel declared. “You are obviously not in charge anymore… You can pretend to be a big girl when I’m not around, but we’ll both know better. Any time I’m here, you are to do anything I say, without question. And, when Daddy goes off with his friends again, like he did this weekend, I’m going to come over, and Prissy is going to come out to play.”

“N-No!” Janet shook her head again. “I-I’m gonna tell Daddy!” She blushed, realizing too late that she’d echoed what Hazel had called her husband, rather than using his name. “H-He’s not gonna let you…”

“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, and nothing more,” Hazel narrowed her gaze. “Like pooping your Pampers, right now.”

She grabbed Janet’s skirt, flipping it up. She didn’t want to, of course, but she had also been conditioned, over the weekend, to obey the girl’s orders… And all it took was one tiny push, and suddenly, she felt a wave of warm, squishy mush oozing out into her pants, spreading across her bottom…

“That’s what I thought,” Hazel gave Janet’s expanding padding a poke. “Any time I tell you to mess yourself, you’re going to do it, no matter where you are, or what you’re doing… Or I’m going to tell dad all about your little secret.”

“Wh-What secret?” Janet gulped.

“I have so many pictures from this weekend,” Hazel informed her. “And, obviously, there’s all that baby furniture and clothing you have hidden away… I’m sure he’d be very interested to hear about this little fetish you have, that you were too embarrassed to talk about to him, but that you forced me to participate in when I came home for the weekend.”

“B-But I didn’t…” Janet protested. “Y-You made….” How would Harrison know that, though? It would be her word against his daughter’s, and Kenzi would surely be happy to add hers, too…

“Why would I have wanted to spend my holiday looking after you, and changing diapers?” Hazel asked. “Unless my mean new step-mommy made me…”

She could deny it, but it would just make it look like she was still bashful about it with him… She had no evidence that Hazel had started it all, and not her…

“Anytime I tell you to do anything, you are going to obey. Aren’t you?”

If she hadn’t already given in to Hazel so many times this weekend, if she’d stood up to her more, if she wasn’t sitting in a dirty diaper this very moment, maybe Janet would have had the strength to fight it, to think of some way to get herself out of this… Instead, she nibbled her bottom lip, nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am…”

“Good girl,” Hazel patted her on the head. “Now, finish your breakfast… I don’t want you to be late for the bus.”

The bus! Janet had almost forgotten about that, with everything else… Did Zella honestly still expect her to go to school?! “Eat!” Hazel snapped, Janet quickly picking up her spoon and dipping it into her oatmeal again. “I’m going to leave a key to your real bedroom here, on this table,” Zella told her. “When you get home, you can use that to go change into your big girl clothes, since I’ll be gone by then. You’d better hurry, though… dad will be getting home not that much later than the bus goes.”

Janet swallowed, nodded, but she was already starting to think of some way to get herself out of this. If she was being put on the bus, she wouldn’t have a car there to drive home, and there was no sign that she was getting her phone back to call anyone – not that she’d want to let anyone else see her dressed this way – yet there had to be some other route back home…

“And don’t even think about trying to sneak out of school early,” Hazel warned. “Prissy is quite the little troublemaker… You’re lucky the school even accepted you. If you’re absent, or get yourself into trouble, they’re going to be calling your guardian to let them know… And I bet dad would be very curious about why he’s getting a call from a middle school.”

Middle school?! She hadn’t even put her in high school?! Janet wasn’t sure how much of an improvement that would have been, but it still stung, thinking that she, a college graduate, was going all the way back to middle school.

She tried to comfort herself, thinking about how, after school, things would be going back to normal, at least until Hazel came to visit, as she forced herself to choke down the oatmeal and prune juice. “A-All done!” she declared. “I-I think there’s time for a change…”

“A change?” Zella scoffed. “What for?” She pulled Janet off the chair, giving her lumpy diaper a swat. “That’s what the school nurse is for! Don’t worry… You have plenty of supplies to give her, so she’ll be able to get you all cleaned up.” She unzipped the backpack, showing Janet what was inside – mostly diapers, to her horror.

“B-But…” she sniffled, unable to change Hazel’s mind. She was escorted out to the end of the driveway, and practically onto the bus itself, Hazel standing at the door, watching, giving her no opportunity to escape before the door swung shut, trapping her inside.

Self-consciously, she tugged at her dress, shuffling down the aisle, trying to ignore the whispers, as she searched for an empty seat, not wanting to sit anywhere near anyone else. She groaned, wrinkling her nose, finally finding a spot and sitting down, the mess squelching beneath her, stubbornly refusing to wave back as Hazel stood, victorious, to see her taken away, off to some new humiliations.

One benefit, she assumed, of the fiber supplements was that the odor wasn’t as bad as it could have been, though, as the bus ride continued, bouncing her in her seat, she could hear some people near her asking if their neighbors smelled something. She didn’t dare risk spending a whole class like that – not that she’d want to anyway – so she hurried to the nurse’s office, blushing bright red as she handed over the diapers, then laid down to let the unfamiliar woman change her.

“Hey,” the nurse smiled at her, “at least that’s done, right?” But Janet was positive that wasn’t true… Hazel had given her so much fiber, and that breakfast wasn’t going to help either…

As she pulled the diapers out, she’d found her class schedule, and was surprised at how Zella had managed to pull all of this off in such a short time. Not wanting to get in trouble, she headed off to her first class, hating how easily she blended into the crush of students she knew she was so much older than… But, with the diaper under her skirt, felt far younger than.

She was thrilled not to have PE, to have dodged that bullet. Her first class, English, was easy – so much that she almost caught herself falling asleep more than once – and made her wonder if this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

But then came math. Like some kind of cruel joke, it was clear from the class number that this was one of, if not the, most advanced math class available here. Immediately, she recalled the homework, how much trouble she’d had with it, and it made her nervous. Knowing now that Hazel had been aware of who she was, she suspected the girl might have tricked her, using textbooks far beyond what she’d be learning in this class… She didn’t know for sure, though, and she was terrified at getting humiliated in front of everyone.

That, she assumed, was why her tummy was so queasy. She knew she might mess herself again, but it was still early, so it couldn’t be that… She squirmed in her seat, trying to listen, remembering some of what the teacher was talking about, and feeling completely lost about other parts. Especially the question the teacher wrote on the board, which might as well have been gibberish. She slid down in her seat, trying not to be noticed, watching other students go up and try to solve it, hoping the teacher was taking mercy on her because she was new.

“Miss… Priscilla, is it?” the teacher smiled, making Janet flinch. “No need to be modest… I’ve heard you were one of the best students at your old school, so why don’t you come help the class out?”

Janet really missed her pacifier as the exact opposite of her desires happened, and the whole class turned to look at her. “I-I don’t know it,” she squeaked. “S-Sorry…”

“Come give it a try!” the teacher urged. “Nobody else has been able to do it either! I bet if you get up here and start working, you’ll get it!”

She wanted to yell at him to leave her alone… But she didn’t want Harrison to get a call. “Y-Yes, sir,” she slid out of her chair, quickly tugging at her skirt as she toddled up to the board, the problem only looking longer, and more complicated, the closer she got to it. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring up at it, hand shaking as she took the chalk from the teacher’s hand, not even knowing where to begin…

And then it happened. She thought it was just a cramp, hadn’t paid any more mind to it, until, suddenly, it was something more. It came on so quickly, so strongly, she couldn’t do anything about it; one moment, she was standing there, looking blankly at the board, and the next, she was bending forward slightly, feeling her diaper start to grow heavy as her tummy pumped a fresh load of sticky mush into it.

“N-No,” she gasped, shaking her head, tears starting to sting her eyes, clumsily shoving the chalk back at the teacher. “I-I can’t…” Frantically, she hurried back to her desk, sitting down, hoping the pressure would stop it… But, of course, it didn’t matter. She’d been sitting that morning, too, and that hadn’t mattered.

Thankfully, the class was almost over, and she thought she’d have time to go for another change, until the teacher stopped her. She blushed, staring down at her shoes, fidgeting in her messy diaper, feeling like a naughty student about to be reprimanded. That had to be why he was waiting for the other students to file out, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“I-It’s okay,” she replied.

“I know it was your first day,” he continued. “I should have let you have some time to settle in.”

She nodded, but said, “I-It’s fine. Really.”

It was nice of him to apologize… Except that, by doing so, he took up her valuable free time, and, when she finally escaped, she was barely able to get to her next class, much less make a pit stop. She had no doubt that, normally, she would have had no trouble with her next class, but spending the whole time squirming in her own mess, hoping nobody around her started to smell it, would have been enough to distract anyone from the pop quiz they were given, and that she had to turn in half empty, because she hadn’t even gotten around to those questions.

It was only a pop quiz, she told herself… And it was her first day. They wouldn’t call her Daddy if she failed that, would they? The nurse seemed surprised to see her again so soon, and messy again at that, but she was nice enough not to say anything about it. For Janet’s part, she was a nervous wreck, certain she could fill her pants at any moment with basically no warning, and that Harrison was going to find out his ‘daughter’ had flunked a test at middle school, which only made paying attention harder and harder…

If anything, it was shocking that she lasted as long as she did. Nobody was particularly eager to sit with the weird, quiet, new girl at lunch, which she was fine with, but nobody seemed to find her presence there odd, either… Teachers and students accepted her there, as a middle schooler, none of them showing any signs that they suspected she could be anything more.

In a way, after a weekend of being a toddler, it was an upgrade; when all she wanted to do was be an adult again, though, it wasn’t nearly enough of one, and the easy mistakes she made by not being able to concentrate on the subjects she’d mastered years ago just made her feel more and more like a child. By the time she got to her final class, she was feeling pretty fragile.

Unfortunately, that last class was Spanish, which, despite the brief tutoring session she’d gotten from Hazel, she still knew nothing about, really. Her strategy of sitting in the back of the class and pretending she wasn’t there didn’t do her any good when they were told to pair up and practice their conversation skills.

“Hey, there,” the classroom assistant smiled at her. “Looks like you didn’t get a partner… Would you like to talk with me?”

She hadn’t even tried to find someone to converse with, had prayed, somehow, the teacher wouldn’t notice. “Sure,” she sighed, “whatever.” The assistant nodded, launched into a sentence that Janet understood not a word of, then waited patiently for a response.

Janet’s eyes darted down at the open textbook beneath her, trying to string a few of the words there together. “Okay,” the assistant nodded after a moment. “Tell you what… Why don’t we try again, and you start this time?”

“Nooo,” Janet groaned, laying her head down on her desk. “I don’t wanna! I can’t!”

“Are you okay?” the assistant reached over, rubbing her back. “If you need help, I can…”

“No!” Janet fumed, shoving her textbook off her desk. “I don’t need help! I don’t know any of this! I just wanna go home!”

She was so close… All she had to do was make it through the rest of the class, and the bus ride… But she was so tired of being treated like a kid, of this whole thing… When the assistant reached out to comfort her again, Janet pushed her, too, taking her by surprise, sending her stumbling back, falling to the floor…

She didn’t seem hurt, and, if it had been just her, Janet didn’t think she would have done anything. The teacher, however, was less amused, so, right before the end of school, Janet found herself being sent to the principal’s office.

The principal’s office… Janet was a good girl, had never gotten in trouble when she was in school, and now, after a single day back here, when the stakes were higher than ever, she’d found a way to land here. She was trying, desperately, to think of a way to get out of this, to keep Harrison from being called, when the door open and she was sent inside…

To see Deanna, sitting there behind the desk, smirking. Of course… That explained how Hazel was able to pull all of this off. They’d probably arranged it at the party…

“Well, well,” Deanna stared down at her. “You’ve had quite the first day, haven’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet nodded. She had to know who she really was, too, didn’t she? So, surely she wouldn’t really call Harrison… As embarrassing as this was, it was better than having to face someone who thought she was a kid, wasn’t it? “I-I’m sorry, okay?”

“I bet you are,” Deanna said. “Because if I send you to detention, there’s no way you’re getting back home, and out of that soggy diaper, before your Daddy.”

Janet blushed, pulling at the hem of her dress. “Y-You could tell I’m wet?”

“Lucky guess,” Deanna chuckled. “After what I saw at the party, I just assume you’re always wet.”

“I’m not!” Janet pouted, stomping her foot. “I don’t need… them!”

“That’s not what the nurse tells me,” Deanna countered. “Or Hazel. And I trust both of them more than a tantrum throwing diaper filler like you.”

Janet gulped, feeling herself dribbling into her already damp diaper, feeling like Deanna was seeing right through her… But that wasn’t true… If it was, that would mean she’d been a little girl all along, underneath her grown-up exterior… And that couldn’t be true…

“Now, then,” Deanna mused, “What to do with you… I have plenty here to give me reason to call your Daddy and tell him all about your day… Or it might be better to put you in detention, and hope you learn your lesson there…”

“N-No, please,” Janet shook her head. Maybe she could have talked her way out of whatever was said in the phone call if it had been made by someone who didn’t know her true identity… She had a feeling, now that she knew it was Deanna who would be making it, that the woman wouldn’t make it so easy. And she couldn’t let herself show up late, still in diapers, after Harrison was already home…

“But it’d be so fun,” Deanna teased. “Hmm… I guess it would be more fun to spend some more time with you, though… Would you rather continue coming to school here? You could finish out the school year as our newest little transfer student…”

“Wh-What?!” Janet gasped. That would take months! There was no way she was going to agree to re-enroll in middle school for that long, not when she’d had so much trouble with a single day, and when the nurse was convinced she needed to wear diapers, and the principal was bound to ensure she stayed in them anyway…

If she did, though, there was no reason Harrison would ever find out, if she behaved herself… He left for work before the bus ran, and returned after it went back through in the afternoon… Of course, if she ever did get sent to detention, and got home after him… Or if he kept getting calls about a misbehaving student he didn’t know he had enrolled there…

“Well?” Deanna sat back, crossing her arms. “What’s it going to be, ‘Prissy’?”

What will Janet choose?

Let Harrison get called, and hope she can laugh it off and convince him it wasn’t her?

Go to detention, and hope she can beat Harrison home and get changed out of her diaper without being seen?

Or agree to continue going to school here, and hope she can keep it secret until the end of the year?

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From Owner to Owned

These kinds of days were always tough, but they had to be done. Marcia sighed, staring out of her car window at the rain pouring down outside. It was a gloomy start for what was sure to be a gloomy day, at least for some people…

Not for her, however. It was tough, because she had a lot of work to do, had needed to wake up not so bright, yet definitely early. The daycare she ran opened at the crack of dawn, practically, and she had things she had to get done before that if she wanted everything to go smoothly. She always hoped she’d have time to sneak to her office and take a nap… Normally, though, she knew she could expect her employees to be knocking at her door with questions and complaints, so that was very unlikely.

Before she could even get to that point, she had to get inside. For far from the first time, she wished she would have put her employee parking lot closer to the entrance. She’d wanted to leave plenty of space right outside the daycare for parents dropping off their children instead, so it was a bit of a walk. There was a sidewalk, and plenty of lighting… But that wasn’t going to help protect her from the rain.

Why hadn’t she brought an umbrella?! She’d seen the forecast last night, thought about setting one by the door… Then went to bed early so she could wake up and be here now, forgetting all about it until she was pulling out of her garage into a downpour. It didn’t help that she was wearing her big heels today, trying to make herself look as tall as possible – which was pretty difficult – so she wasn’t going to be able to run without risking a fall. She could take them off, yes… But then her pantyhose would be soaked through, and she’d have to lose them, or squelch around in them all day.

It was all a big mess, just like these days always somehow turned out to be. She pushed open her car door, shuffling along as quickly as she dared, knowing well before she reached the door that it wasn’t just her pantyhose she was going to have to worry about being drenched. She looked like a drowned rat by the time she fumbled her keys into the lock and scrambled inside, hardly the imposing figure she wanted to look like today.

Luckily, she had started out early, even more than she needed. She had a washer and dryer, since, as a daycare, there were always things needed to be washed up, so she was able to toss her clothes into that, but it felt wrong to walk around the place naked, waiting for them to be ready. She was the owner, sure, and she was alone… It just wasn’t right, however.

They had spare clothes, too, for the children, in case they had enough accidents to go through the spares their parents sent along for them. Marcia had never thought she might have to use them, didn’t think, even as short as she was, that she’d be able to, but with no other options, she headed to the closet, drying herself off with a towel, to sort through them.

Most of them were clearly too small, and weren’t worth trying on, while others, like some of the dresses, were too frilly, too childish, for her to contemplate wearing as an adult. She did find one thing in the back that wasn’t too bad, though, that she could see some people her age choosing to wear, possibly. It was a pair of shortalls, and, thankfully, they fit. She knew they’d been used before, that they were meant for kids – as if the snaps in the crotch hadn’t already made that obvious – which upped the embarrassment to contemplate her employees seeing her in them, realizing how tiny she truly was, but her own clothes out to be dry long before they showed up.

She had some other, very important, business to take care of first. She’d hoped that the dryer would ding before she heard the doorbell, had been squirming at her desk, waiting, and was about to go check on the progress when it happened.

She was here already. Apparently, she was one of those people who thought showing up super early was impressive, rather than annoying. Marcia cursed, wondering if she had time to run to the laundry nook and get changed, the doorbell ringing again to tell her she didn’t. Already blushing, she padded her way to the front door, readying her explanation for her absurd appearance…

“Well, look at you!” the woman outside smirked, lowering her umbrella and shaking it off. “Aren’t you cute?”

Cute… That was the word that had plagued her for years. She knew it wasn’t fair to take it out on this woman, that she didn’t know, but she hated being called that, especially here, in the business she owned. Momentarily forgetting about spouting off her story for why she had on a pair of snap-crotch shortalls, she glared at the woman silently.

“Hello, there,” the woman smiled, kneeling down to get closer to Marcia’s level. She was so tall, so beautiful… Marcia would have felt inadequate next to her even in the clothes she’d picked out for today, much less what she was stuck in for the moment. “This place is nice,” she nodded, taking the initiative to look around, brushing past Marcia.

Marcia ran through what she knew about the woman from the e-mails they’d exchanged. Her name was Willa, and she had plenty of experience, which was the only reason Marcia hadn’t scheduled other interviews for today. She always wanted to make sure she had someone new for these days, and she was confident Willa would be it this time around.

“They have everything here,” Willa commented, Marcia ready to point out that ‘they’ was actually her. “Hmm… But do they have diapers?”

“Of course,” Marcia rolled her eyes. There were shelves of them, fresh packages waiting beside… How could she not see them.

“I don’t know,” Willa paused, peering into the nursery. “Where?”

“They’re right here,” Marcia walked in, wondering if she was wrong, if she needed to find someone else to take the soon to be open spot on her staff as she made her way to the shelf, picking up one of the diapers. “See?”

“Thank you,” Willa smiled, Marcia jumping as she turned around, diaper in hand, to find the woman right there behind her. “You’re such a good little helper! Now, I think we’d better get you into that, don’t you?”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 29

Janet glared up at Hazel, wanting so much to defy her, to show her that she wasn’t some pushover, some toddler who could be made to do anything the girl wanted, that she was the stepmother, not a baby stepsister…

But, lying there, on her back, diaper freshly fastened and on complete display under her Princess Sofia PJ shirt, suppositories churning in her tummy… She knew there was no point. It was already over. After the day she’d had, after being so thoroughly dominated and humiliated in front of all Zella’s old friends like this, after her stepdaughter had ensured she was going to have a long, messy night…

“O-Okay,” she said softly. Hazel nodded, helped her to her feet. Janet hated how much nicer it felt, dealing with only a single diaper, even with boosters. It almost made her feel grown-up… Which was very worrying. Was she really already forgetting what that actually felt like?! It was definitely nothing like this… Only a few days ago, she’d been wearing panties, not diapers, not even considering that might change… And now, look at her…

“I-I’m very sorry, everyone,” she sniffed, looking around the room, seeing all the girls who had spent so much of high school bullying her, who, before this, she would have felt superior to, positive none of them had even come close to marrying anyone as rich as Harrison… All watching, all smirking, most recording it for posterity. “I-I shouldn’t have interrupted your party. I should have just stayed in my crib in my m-messy diaper, like a good girl…”

“Good thing you’ll have another chance,” Deanna mocked.

“Nice work, Prissy,” Zella complimented her, pushing the pacifier into her mouth once more, the woman gratefully starting to suck away at it. “I think that’ll do… Unless anyone objects?”

Janet whimpered, shifting in place, blushing as she heard the diaper crinkle, betraying her discomfort, while, without it, she doubted anyone – much less everyone – would have noticed the tiny movement. She was positive she was feeling more than her imagination in her guts now… It was a good thing she hadn’t taken the time to try to search for help among the crowd; even if she’d been successful with that, she had a feeling it wouldn’t have ended well.

Thankfully, nobody objected. Janet could walk on her own again, but she meekly took Hazel’s hand when it was offered, toddling along beside her back to the bedroom to be tucked into her crib, the partygoers coming by, one by one, for a kiss on the forehead and a pat of her diaper, before, finally, Zella raised the side, trapping Janet inside, with her inevitable fate.

“Sweet dreams,” she cooed, switching off the light. “We’d better not hear another peep out of you.”

“N-No, ma’am,” Janet shook her head, watching as her bedroom door swung most of the way shut, the sound of the girls giggling as they headed back to the living room gradually fading… And, after a moment of relief, glad for some privacy at last… It happened.

“No!” she squeaked, hands shooting to her mouth in horror, afraid she’d been too loud, until she felt the ring of her paci, and remembered it was there. She bit into it, squirming desperately under her covers… But it was no good. Already, she could feel the warm, squishy mush oozing out, pushing its way into her diaper, expanding it around her… There was no stopping it now.

Just a few minutes after getting out of the dirty diaper she’d spent so much of the day in, she was already in another one, and there was no hope of escaping this one tonight. With the side up, she wasn’t getting out of the crib herself, and she wasn’t about to defy Hazel’s order and be loud enough for anyone to hear her, if that was even possible to do over all the distance between her and the living room.

She tossed and turned, trying to find a position where she couldn’t feel the stinky mass around her bottom, squelching between her legs with every move she made, ultimately only making it worse, making her feel more infantile and helpless. Without a clock, there was no way to know how long she spent, struggling to fall back to sleep, but it was long enough that she thought Hazel might appear to wake her up before she could manage it.

That didn’t happen; in fact, she spent another long while in her crib after her eyes opened again. A part of her had hoped the party had been a nightmare, but a sniff of the air around her, a wiggle under her covers, was enough to confirm it wasn’t, that she had been changed in front of all those people, then sentenced to a messy night, with all of them aware, and happy to let it happen.

She could see a little light outside her window, knew it was morning, though Zella was nowhere to be seen. Her bladder was aching by that point, and, out of habit, she held it a few more minutes, praying her stepdaughter had been joking about taking away her potty privileges. In the end, however, she gave up, letting it trickle away into her diaper, feeling it warm up for a few moments. When had Hazel joked about any of this? Of course she’d been serious… So why make herself uncomfortable?

It was a good instinct, too, since she had another wait ahead of her, watching the light grow brighter and brighter outside her window, before, at last, Zella appeared, sipping a cup of coffee. “That was quite the party last night,” she said, by way of greeting, then giving a twitch of the nose. “Smells like you had quite a party, too.”

Janet blushed as Hazel chuckled, amused with herself. The girl went about getting a fresh diaper and supplies, acting like this was all perfectly normal, showing no signs that she’d changed her mind about anything. Janet quietly sat by, let herself be cleaned up, put into a clean diaper, even obediently mumbled, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You are so welcome,” Hazel grinned. “Somebody is in a good mood today! And I bet I know what will make it even better!”

Janet looked up at her, wondering if she’d been wrong after all, if Zella was going to take mercy on her. Instead, she went to the closet, returned with the dress she’d gotten yesterday, along with the onesie Janet had worn most of that day. She tugged it over Janet’s head, adjusting the top, with its declaration of the wearer as a ‘Little Princess’, and the ribbon around the waist, the white and pink making the girl look like she fit her title perfectly.

Just as Janet had suspected the day before, there was no slip, or petticoat, for under the skirt. The pink diaper showed through the flowery lace, leaving very little to the imagination, ensuring anyone that saw her would still know exactly what she had on beneath the dress.

“Th-Thank you, ma’am,” she parroted again. It was better than the onesie, she told herself; the diaper had been just as obvious there, thanks to the bulge, and the plastic peeking out of the legholes… And, anyone who got close enough to see through the skirt would probably hear her anyway.

“You are so very welcome,” Hazel beamed. “Let’s get you some breakfast.”

Zella led Janet down to the dining room, the girl nervously peeking into the living room on the way there, glad to see nobody, not even Kenzi, there. She was lifted up into the booster seat and strapped in, another large bowl of oatmeal and prune baby food swirled together waiting for her, along with a large bottle of milk.

“Hmm,” Hazel pretended to think, as she tied a bib around Janet’s neck. “I guess I should have waited to get you dressed, huh? You’re such a messy eater, and I wouldn’t want you to get your dress dirty already… I supposed I’d better handle this.”

She sat down next to Janet, taking the spoon from the bowl, dipping it into the contents. “Open wide!” she urged, and, despite herself, Janet felt her mouth opening obediently. She wrinkled her nose as the mix touched her tongue, but, seeing no other option, swallowed it down. “Good girl!” Hazel praised, going in for another.

Janet was trusted with the bottle, though that wasn’t as much of a relief as she’d expected. “I think there’s something wrong with it,” she commented, pulling it away. It had been thicker than it should, grainier, almost…

“No, it’s fine,” Zella assured her. “I just put a little something extra in it to help you grow up big and strong.”

Janet wasn’t convinced, but it didn’t matter; Hazel wanted her to drink, so she was going to drink. She was never quite able to place what it was, not until she was done with her breakfast, and carrying her bowl to the kitchen, where she saw, on the counter, a large bottle of Metamucil. Her eyes widened, staring up at it, down at the few remaining scraps of oatmeal clinging to the bowl Hazel had almost completely cleared out.

Hazel wanted her filling her pants again… And she was almost definitely going to get it. She couldn’t feel the effects yet, but her belly was quite full from the large breakfast, and the extra fiber wasn’t going to help…

Nor was the next dose, added to her bottle of apple juice as she sat on the floor, engrossed in her homework. But Hazel had given it to her, told her to drink it up, so, even knowing what was in it, what the result would be, Janet did as she was told, working her way through the simple worksheets.

She was finished with math, thank God, so most of the other subjects were simple for her, which, in a way, was almost worse. She knew this stuff forwards and backwards… She didn’t need to go over page after page of it, while she sat there in her crinkly diapers, sucking on her pacifier. It only got more absurd when the bottles caught up with her. She glanced over at Zella, wondering if she should risk breaking the girl’s good mood, asking for the toilet… Then, quietly, docilely, she piddled her Pampers, feeling the padding warm, swelling up between her legs. There she was, an adult, doing a child’s homework, peeing her pants like a toddler… How had she let this weekend come to this?!

She saved the Spanish homework for last, and for good reason. As easy as the rest had been, this was literally in another language, one she had no experience with. Grown-up or not, she couldn’t make heads or tails of it, drawing a complete blank. The bored confidence that had come with the other subjects faded away, leaving her feeling stupid, like she deserved to be dressed and treated this way if she couldn’t answer a few, probably simple, questions.

“Prissy!” Zella scolded, looking down at her. “Are you still on that same page?”

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am,” Janet sniffled.

Hazel sighed, reaching down, giving her diaper a poke. “Is that what’s wrong?” she asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you were that wet? You’re almost leaking!”

Janet started to shake her head, positive it wasn’t that bad, not from a single wetting, but, as she squirmed on the floor, she wasn’t so sure. Had she gone again, without noticing? Was Zella trying to make it sound worse than it was? Either way, she wasn’t going to contradict the girl. “S-Sorry,” she mumbled again.

Hazel took her to her room for a fresh diaper, then tucked her into the crib for a nap, with another fiber-dosed bottle, and orders that she was to finish it before she would be allowed up. The nap didn’t really help anything, since Janet was still lost after that, and lunch, stuck staring dumbly at her Spanish homework until Hazel slid down onto the floor next to her, explaining it all to her in simple terms, like she was talking to a child.

And, after that, it was time for supper, a bath, and bed. It seemed awfully early to Janet, but, of course, she didn’t say anything, compliantly doing as she was told, getting tucked back into her crib, realizing, only once her stepdaughter was gone, that, despite all the ‘help’ she’d been getting that day, Hazel hadn’t pushed her to fill her diapers after all.

That seemed strange… Until the next morning, anyway. She was happy to wake up to a clean diaper, but the rumbling she felt made it very obvious that wouldn’t last long. Hazel hadn’t been preparing her for yesterday… She’d been working up to today, and it was definitely going to pay off.

It took every ounce of courage Janet could muster, but, in the midst of her change, at the best possible time, she managed to request, “C-Could I use the potty, ma’am?”

Hazel paused, Janet sitting right in the middle of her dry diaper, squirming. For a split second, Janet felt a flutter of hope, wondering if the girl was considering it. Then, she said, “Don’t be silly. Potties are for big girls. And what are you wearing?”

Before Janet could even think of being smart about it, Zella pulled the front of the diaper up, forcing her thighs apart, tugging it firmly against her crotch to ensure she could feel it. Janet whined, wriggling, “N-Not ye…” she tried, just to hear the sound of one of the tapes being opened, then stuck firmly into place. “A-A diaper,” she answered resignedly.

“That’s right,” Hazel told her, pulling the other side tight, fastening it down as well. “Do big girls wear diapers?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Janet swallowed.

“So that means you aren’t a big girl, doesn’t it?” Hazel asked. “So, what are you? Who wears diapers?”

There was no getting out of this one… She should have kept her mouth shut. “B-Babies,” she admitted. “I-I’m a baby…”

“Yes, you are,” Hazel helped her down, giving her diaper a pat. “A baby with a big day ahead of her! Do you know why?”

Janet shook her head, wishing she had an answer, to make her feel a little better, but just as clueless as she had been with the Spanish. She expected Zella to tell her; instead, the girl laughed. “That’s all right,” she said. “You’ll figure it out. Now, as cute as you are in your PJs and diaper, we’d better get you ready…”

But what is Hazel getting Janet ready for?

A day at a normal middle school, to come home to Harrison in the afternoon?

A stay at a normal boarding school?

Some re-education at The Dollhouse?

Waiting for Harrison to get home and find how she’s spent her weekend?

Or the promise of getting her old life back, but at a cost?

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The Easter Bunny

“Aww, is that so?” Veronica asked Cassi condescendingly, pushing another spoonful of baby food into the girl’s mouth.

“Uh-huh,” Cassi nodded excitedly, wiggling in her high chair, her diaper crinkling loudly. “And then the Easter Bunny hides a whole bunch of eggs with chocolate in them, and I have to find them! And if I find them all, I get the new dress that he got for me for Easter!”

“Wow,” Veronica smirked. “So, do you see him then? When he comes back to give you the dress?”

Cassi frowned, glancing up at her. “Huh?” she furrowed her brow, looking particularly silly with her face spattered with baby food, clearly having not cared about the mess she was making as she babbled on about the Easter Bunny, her hair tied up in twin, pink ribbons.

“Well, how can he know you’ll find them all until you do it?” Veronica stepped over to the girl’s changing table, getting out a baby wipe. “If you only get it after you do that, it wouldn’t make any sense for him to leave the dress here… So he has to come back, right?”

“Umm…” Veronica could see the wheels struggling to turn in Cassi’s head. It was so hard to believe they were the same age…

Even beyond the obvious, of the face Cassi was dressed like a baby, and lived in a giant nursery, she’d always been a ditz, long before any of this had happened – at least that Veronica had known about. Veronica had been shocked when Cassi managed to graduate high school alongside her… And yet, she still would have assumed she was smart enough to know the Easter Bunny wasn’t real, that all of this was her playing into her AB persona more than anything… Except for how hard the girl was obviously trying to come up with an explanation.

“I-I mean, he’s magic,” she said after a moment, pouting as Veronica started to wipe her face off. “I-I guess it has to do with that… Maybe he can see into the future, and he knows whether I’ll find the eggs or not.”

“Wow,” Veronica commented. “I had no idea the Easter Bunny could see into the future. You’d think he’d do something more useful with that power than decide whether or not to leave big babies like you a new outfit.”

Cassi squirmed. “W-Well, maybe it isn’t that,” she admitted. “Maybe he just comes back after the egg hunt…”

“And, in all these years, he’s never stopped to say hello?” Veronica shook her head. “He doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“He is!” Cassi insisted. “He leaves me chocolate, and eggs, and presents, and pretty dresses!”

Veronica rolled her eyes; if Cassi were actually a small child, she would have gone along with her flights of fancy, played into it as much as she could make herself… But she was well aware that Cassi was an adult, and it was ridiculous seeing her genuinely argue for an imaginary creature. “No, he doesn’t,” she informed her. “Your Mommy does all of that, and your parents did it before her.”

“Nuh-uh!” Cassi shook her head, tears sparkling in her eyes. “He’s real! I swear!”

“Sure,” Veronica tossed the baby wipe into the diaper pail, getting the sulky Cassi out of her high chair for her bath. “Whatever you say, Cass…”