The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 10

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 10

Lucy knew it wouldn’t do her much good, but she started to crawl away anyway, determined to do whatever she could to get away from the bouncer the robot had just made, since she doubted she’d be able to get out once she was in the thing. The crib had been hard enough to escape from… This looked even worse.

Of course, the robot was able to catch up with her in no time, given its size, and her weakened legs, though Lucy did get far enough. The robot reached down and grabbed her, turning her around to tell her, “It is all right, little one. I know babies such as you can get cranky. Mommy is not upset.”

It began to pull her in closer, giving Lucy a chance to swing the branch she’d grabbed, clubbing the robot in the side of the head as hard as she could, glad neither this machine, or its husband, had leeched power from her arms. Even then, she worried it wouldn’t do her any good, despite the branch itself splitting in half, that the robot was strong enough that it would barely feel the blow, but, thankfully, she felt its grip on her loosen, allowing her to squirm free and begin crawling again.

“That is very naughty,” the robot called from behind her, its voice sounding a little slower, more mechanical, at first. “You are lucky my husband is not here.”

Had she actually injured it? She tried glancing behind herself to see, though, in her hurry, it was hard to make out much. If she kept that up, and the robot didn’t wise up, maybe she could break it, get past it that way… She really didn’t want to do that, though. Sure, these robots had been pests, and were making her journey far harder than it needed to be, and yet…

If only the robot wasn’t between her and the depths of the woods, where the end of the rainbow was waiting. Maybe she’d bought herself enough time with the branch to crawl around the robot and deeper into the forest, but heading directly towards the thing seemed like a terrible idea, given how big the automatons were, and how quickly she’d seen them move when they needed to.

As if it wanted to prove that very thing, the machine lumbered towards her, closing the distance Lucy had created between them in only a few steps, towering over the girl on the ground and bending forward, hands open. Lucy managed to squirm out of the way, twisting to keep a better eye on where it was, scooting along on her padded bottom in the leaves and dirt. It slowed her down, but, with the robot already so close, she doubted it truly made much of a difference.

“Please,” she begged, scrambling backwards blindly. “I promise, I’ll be good, just don’t put me in the bouncer…”

“Children must be disciplined,” the robot informed her. “I do not want you to grow up to be a spoiled brat.”

“I’m already grown up!” Lucy protested. “Well, technically…”

“It is fun to play pretend,” the robot said, “but play time is over for now, because of your behavior.”

The robot grabbed for her again, and, again, Lucy managed to duck out of the way, barely. She couldn’t keep this up for long, and, even if she could, she was already getting close to the edge of the forest, which meant, eventually, she’d hit the banks of the river, and be trapped.

Should she just give up? After everything she’d been through, it seemed crazy to throw in the towel now, but what choice did she have? The number of fallen branches she was close to, especially those big enough to potentially hurt the robot, probably wasn’t high enough to actually get the job done, even if she had the heart to try and cave its metal head in, and there were fewer and fewer of them the nearer she got to the forest’s edge. There might be some rocks outside of it, though they’d need to be pretty big, yet also small enough for her to throw.

This could be it… She might be stuck here, with this humongous robot, left to her mercy, while it slowly drained more and more of her body of feeling until she was essentially the baby it already thought her to be. She gulped, shaking her head, weakly crawling backwards, her motivation waning the more she thought about how useless resisting was at this point.

Then, she felt it. Her hand jumped back at first, thinking she’d found a rock – and not one big enough to damage the robot with at that – before recognizing the texture of wood, and the shape. She glanced beside herself, brushing aside the leaves she’d piled over the lock. The robot noticed her distraction and took advantage of it, reaching down, clamping its hands around her and lifting her up. Before she left the ground, Lucy grabbed something, too, unsure if it would help her, or if she was only clinging to it because it was the biggest thing she could get her hands on.

“I should probably spank you for that,” the robot told Lucy, holding her up in front of her red eye. “The forest can be a dangerous place for a little one like you. You must stay with Mommy.”

What was left of Lucy’s dignity wanted her to point out, yet again, that she was no ‘little one’, that she’d been through these woods countless times, even if it had never looked anything like it did today. Instead, almost instinctively, she heard herself sigh and mumble, “Yes, Mommy.” It was her default response when her actual mother lectured her, especially about things Lucy already knew. She was used to being treated like a little kid… It was mostly just the fact that this ‘mom’ was actually far larger than her that was different now.

“I will forgive you this time,” the robot said, bending down, pressing its metallic face to her forehead in what Lucy assumed was an approximation of a kiss. “But do not do it again. And I still have to put you in time out.”

“I know,” Lucy pouted, fidgeting with the item in her hand. Now that she was here, being held by the robot, it seemed so small and useless… What had she thought it was going to accomplish?! There weren’t any loops on the robot’s body she could hook it to – not that doing so would really matter – and, once she was in the bouncer, she wouldn’t be able to reach anything to use it on. The ropes stretched up high into the air, smooth and straight, with nothing she could use to pull herself back out.

She nearly dropped it onto the ground again, but, before she could, the robot spotted it. “What did you find?” it asked, transferring Lucy to one hand so the other could pluck it away, holding it up to its eye to examine it. It was silent for a few moments, almost as if it was having a problem processing what it saw.

When it spoke again, its voice sounded… different, somehow. Lucy wasn’t sure how it was possible, since both robots seemed to have the same vocal processing unit, which gave them very little variety in their tone, but it still sounded quieter, a tad less mechanical, in a way. “Where did you get this, little one? I recognize this work.”

Lucy gulped, trying, in vain, to read the robot’s expression. Was it happy to see it? Was it angry Lucy had it? Did it know this meant Lucy had crossed the bridge, the very thing it had been constructed to stop from happening? If it didn’t like her answer, it could easily crush her right then and there.

She decided to take a chance. “Y-Your husband asked me to bring that to you,” she said. “He made it for you.”

The robot stared at the lock in its hand again, at the beautiful, hand-carved heart. “How did you meet my husband, little one?” the robot asked, in the same, quieter tone of voice. This time, Lucy was almost certain she sensed an air of danger to it, sending a shiver down her spine, but it was too late to turn back now.

“L-Like I said, he sent me,” she told the robot. “He gave me that to prove he’d given me permission to cross the bridge, and so I could give it to you.”

“We are not allowed to let anyone cross the bridge,” the robot informed her.

“I know,” Lucy nodded. “B-But he couldn’t bear to be without you any more, so he sent me over to give you this, since he couldn’t come over himself.”

She could practically see the gears turning in the robot’s head, trying to decide what to do. After a long, tense moment, its hand curled around the heart, holding it to its chest. “I have missed him, too,” it said, the red light on its head turning off for a second, as if it was closing its eye, before coming back, brighter than ever. When it opened its hand, the lock was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you for the delivery, little one,” the robot spoke, the voice different again, but stronger this time, clearer, slightly less robotic. “I have not had this much power since my husband and I were together. It is almost like he is with me now.”

“I-I can watch the bridge for you,” Lucy offered. “If you want to see him…” There had to be a way for the robots to get to one another, she thought, even if she didn’t know what it was herself.

“Nonsense. Ha ha ha,” the robot chuckled, its ‘ha’s sounding a bit more like there was actual amusement behind them than she’d heard from either of them before. “You are too small for that. You can come with me. We will look after you together.”

“W-Wait,” Lucy shook her head. “Y-You can’t do that… I-I mean, looking after a baby is a lot of work, and you still have to watch the bridge… I-I can take over for a little while, but…” It had been hard enough escaping from one of the robots at a time… Both at once seemed a nearly impossible task, especially if it also required her to crawl across the bridge again.

“We can be a family now,” the robot said, carrying her out of the forest. “We will do what we should have done from the beginning. My husband will chop down the bridge. If it is not there, nobody can cross it, and our job is finished. We can concentrate on caring for our new child.”

“No!” Lucy protested. She’d done it again, found a way to make an awful situation even worse… And, before she could think of a way to undo it, she heard a roar, saw jets of flame explode from behind the robot. She gasped, clinging to the robot as its hand drew her in, closer to its chest, and it began to raise into the air, higher and higher.

Lucy’s stomach turned, looking at the ground retreating beneath her, feeling more disturbed by that than she had by the river raging beneath that rickety bridge. There, she’d been scrambling to get across, to survive… Now, she was quite confident the robot wouldn’t let her fall, or run away, or ever be a grown-up again… Even if she could convince the other robot that she’d run away to get the lock to its wife, she imagined she would still be in for a spanking that night, before a new lock got carved to secure her into her crib for the night.

A moment later, however, the ground began to approach again as the robot landed with a soft thump. The red light of its eye faded slightly as it said, “I am sorry, little one. That carving restored some of my power, but it is not enough to carry you across the river. I would run out of power partway there.”

Lucy had to suppress a sigh of relief, although, in no time at all, she realized it didn’t matter anyway. If they were staying here, she was still probably going to be taken to time-out, and the robot had more power than ever, making her more difficult to escape from. Nothing had been solved, just changed around a little.

“B-But…” she spoke up, a lightbulb going off in her brain, “What if you weren’t carrying me?”

“I would have enough to cross,” the robot told her. “I cannot leave you here, though.”

“Yes, you can,” Lucy nodded. “I’m part of the family, right? So, I can guard this side of the bridge while you fly over and reunite with Daddy, and power up enough so that you can come back and get me.”

“That would work,” the robot admitted slowly. “And being with him would allow the energy of both of us to be fully restored, so we could both protect you far better than we could now.”

“Exactly!” Lucy exclaimed. “It’s really the best thing you could do!”

The robot still didn’t seem completely convinced, however. “You are so small,” it told Lucy. “I do not know if you could protect the bridge on your own.”

“Is there even anything out there?” Lucy asked. “We were just in the forest, and…” She shrugged.

The robot didn’t reply, but it turned back towards the forest, red light shining from its eye, projecting through the trees. It swung its head back and forth, scanning the whole length twice. “I do not detect anything within sensor range,” it agreed, before facing the bridge again, scanning it. “I believe I have enough power now to cross, restore the rest of my battery, and return before anything beyond the reach my sensors could get to the bridge.”

“See?” Lucy couldn’t hide her smile. “It’s perfect! I’ll keep an eye on things here, and if I see anything coming, I’ll yell, okay? I’ll be okay, I promise!”

The robot stared at her for a long moment before pulling her into a hug. “You are very brave, little one,” it told her. “I will make sure you get a treat tonight. You will be a very good child to complete our family.”

Lucy actually felt her heart melt a little at that, and, if she didn’t already have a family to get back to, and a journey to finish before she did that, she might have felt guilty lying to the robot. Instead, she let a tear slip down her cheek as she said, “Yes, Mommy,” and hugged the robot back.

Finally, the robot set her down, bending over to promise, “I will be right back,” before stepping away, getting some distance before turning on its rockets and shooting into the sky.

Lucy watched it go, trying to decide on the best moment to head towards the forest. Thankfully, she hadn’t come to a decision before the robot landed on the other shore, turning to wave at her. She waved back, glad she wasn’t already breaking her promise, or the robot might fly right back and catch her.

As soon as the robot turned back, however, Lucy started to scramble away. The robot was on a mission, and wanted to make it back as soon as possible, so she needed to be gone before it returned. She had no idea how long it would take for the robots to power each other up, but she had a feeling it wasn’t nearly as long as she’d like.

She’d hoped that, once they did, her legs and bladder would start working right again, since they wouldn’t need to be borrowing energy from them anymore, but she was certain her diaper was feeling wetter than ever as she crawled along, and she never felt confident enough to waste the time to try to get to her feet. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to feel the return or not… She certainly didn’t notice anything seeming any different as she began crunching through the dead leaves again.

The path was harder to find, through all those leaves, but it was still there. Part of her thought she should avoid it, that it would make it that much easier for the robots to find her, when they came back for her… The rest of her didn’t want to find what dark creatures lurked beyond it, however, so she stuck to it, trying to keep her ears open for the sound of her giant, mechanical pursuers. Surely, she’d be able to hear them coming… It was just a matter of whether, once she did, she could move quickly enough to keep ahead of them, while they were at full power.

She crawled for quite some time, hearing what she was pretty sure was only her own movements rustling the leaves, before she path began to dwindle down, growing narrower and narrower before vanishing completely. She looked around, brushing aside the leaves, hoping it took a sharp turn there somewhere, but no… It was gone.

She gulped, staring up at the rainbow above her. It was definitely fading now, although that may have been mostly because the sky was growing darker, throwing deeper, darker shadows around her, every tree feeling so tall she couldn’t see the top, or around the sides to tell if there was a monster lurking there.

She finally tried to stand then, since she’d already stopped to try and find the path. She grabbed the nearest tree, using it to slowly pull herself up, managing to stand for a moment; as soon as she attempted to take a step, however, she fell, landing back on her hands and knees.

“Perfect,” she grumbled, only to shiver as she heard her own voice echoing around her, bouncing off the trees, alerting whatever else was lurking there that she was coming in. She couldn’t even run away, not fast enough to do any good… All she could do was gather up her courage and press on, praying she caught up with the rainbow before it vanished completely, or before one of the creatures of the forest found her.

 

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Curiosity

Curiosity

Abby groaned behind the pacifier gag, thrashing uselessly in her restraints, feeling the soft teddy bear behind her, its fur rubbing against her bare back as she moved – at least as much as she was able – almost comforting, if not for it being yet another constant reminder of the situation she was in, along with the thick diaper crinkling between her legs.

How in the world could it have come to this?! Abby couldn’t even reach down to scratch her chin as she pondered it, since her hands were being held up, above her head, and well away from the locks holding everything in place. Her ankles were locked apart from each other, too, ensuring she couldn’t close her legs, that they’d have to remain splayed wide open, so that whenever her captor returned, she could tell, at a glance, if Abby had used her diapers.

She didn’t belong here, of course, not that there was anyone here for her to explain that to, even if she hadn’t had the gag strapped into her mouth, keeping her silent other than a few incomprehensible syllables that managed to escape every now and then. She rarely even used these restraints, had bought, and offered them, on a whim… It didn’t seem right at all for her to be trapped in them.

That was, she supposed, the same way Alia had felt when this had happened to her. It had been a while ago now, long enough that, when Alia had walked in that day, it had taken Abby a few moments to recognize her. Normally, Abby didn’t take walk-in clients, but she didn’t have any appointments that day, and, for someone she’d cared for in the past, she was willing to make an exception.

“It’s been so long!” Abby had exclaimed. “It’s nice to see you again!”

“Yeah,” Alia had given her a forced smile. “It has been, hasn’t it?”

Abby had known better than to ask why the woman had been gone for so long – usually, it boiled down to a significant other finding out, or to money troubles, neither of which people tended to like talking about. Abby was, really, the only Domme of her kind in the area, the only one who maintained a nursery, and was more than willing to change diapers, so she was able to keep her prices high, and know that, since there were no other options, people would pay.

Abby had offered Alia some tea, which was customary for her, before leading her into the nursery, jokingly asking if she remembered how things were done here. “Are you going to be a good girl, or a bad girl, while I get you in your diaper?”

Some people liked just wearing the things, playing with the various baby toys she’d bought for the room, needing her more as a babysitter than anything else; others liked to be ‘persuaded’ to let her diaper them, and to keep the crinkly garments on. Honestly, she preferred the second group more, but as long as she got paid, she was fine with either.

“That’s funny,” Alia had told her, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. “I was about to ask you the same question… And I already know the answer.”

She’d been right, too… Of course Abby fought, struggling as she was dragged across her own nursery so Alia could grab the paddle, then pull the Domme over her lap in the rocking chair. She’d held back tears as long as she could as the woman slapped the hard, wooden implement over her backside over and over, every swat making Abby feel smaller and more helpless, imagining the pinkness spreading across her bottom, knowing how sore she was going to be from this for a long time. When Alia yanked Abby’s panties down, she lost it completely, dissolving into tears, begging her to stop.

“Oh, but sweetie,” Alia had cooed, readjusting Abby on her lap, “We’ve barely even started…”

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A New Year

A New Year

“Oh, my God, I did it! It must be midnight!

“See?! This is why I told you I wanted to stay up until midnight! And I told you, over and over, I wasn’t really a toddler! Do you believe me now?!

“I know the story sounded crazy, but how could you think a baby would come up with something like that? Why would someone that age even know that people partied on New Year’s Eve? Or that speeding in your car was something bad? You spent all year treating me like a stupid child, yet you thought I knew all that the first day I showed up?

“No, I didn’t believe in witches before then, either… Not until my car jerked to a stop, no matter how hard I pressed the gas, and she showed up and lectured me. I don’t really know what she said, I was so drunk… I wound up throwing up out my window on her shoes, and that was when she told me, for my irresponsible behavior, she was making me the New Year’s Baby for last year.

“And… Well, you know. The next thing I knew, my party dress was gone, and I had that stupid, poofy baby dress, and a Pamper, and she was taking me across the street and putting me on your porch, telling me if I wanted to change back, I’d have to live a full year this way, then be up at midnight on the next New Year’s. I was too drunk to fully process it then… Not until the next day, when you guys refused to listen, and went shopping for all that baby furniture, and I threw a tantrum in the middle of the store, and…

“It still shocks me you would take my diaper down and spank me right there; I know not many people were around, since it was New Year’s Day, but still… I was trying to tell you I didn’t need a crib, or a high chair, and especially not a changing table or potty, and you wouldn’t listen, so I started stomping my foot to get your attention… I know better than to do that now!

“And see?! I told you, so many times, I didn’t belong in diapers! And now you know I was an adult all along, and I didn’t! Every time you brushed me off, and said I’d just gone, or asked me to wait a little longer because you were busy, it was your fault I had those accidents! Not mine! I could have been in real underwear this whole time if you’d only listened better, and if the stupid doorknob to the bathroom wasn’t so high, so that I could reach it myself!

“I’m so glad that’s over… You have no idea how humiliating it is, standing right outside that door, knowing the toilet is only a couple feet away, and not being able to get into the room, or up onto toilet, on your own, and feeling your control slip, knowing this will ‘prove’ that you need diapers, fighting to stop it while the icky, yucky mess starts filling your whole diaper, praying that you guys, or the sitter, won’t be too busy to change me right away, or I’ll be stuck in it for a while… Ugh!

“And those sitters! Those are half the reason I’m still in diapers! They were constantly on their phones, even worse than you two, and didn’t care if I needed to use the bathroom or not! And, when they claimed I’d never asked, you believed them, and let them convince you I wasn’t ready for potty training, even though I could have breezed through that in an afternoon, and been out of these awful diapers!

“Well, yeah, I haven’t asked for a little while now… H-Has it really been four months? It’s so hard to keep track of time… B-But can you really blame me?! After spending so long being told no, I gave up for a while… No, it wasn’t because I decided I liked it! I do not like pooping my pants! I’m not a baby! You can tell that now!

“It’s the same as me trying to convince you I could stay up later, or watch real TV shows and not those dumb cartoons, or… Well, do anything like a big girl! You said no so many times, I couldn’t take it anymore. I assumed that would be the answer, anyway, and just accepted it, because I knew I had to behave so that I’d have a chance to be up this late tonight… I-I know I looked like I was a happy baby, but I told you, it was part of the act! I had to do it!

“If you want to talk about the way things look, don’t you think it’s suspicious that you didn’t bother to call the police to see if anyone was missing a child? You just decided you’d watch the news and see if there was a story about it, and when there wasn’t, you kept me? I had to have come from somewhere… But you were so excited to have a baby of your own, you didn’t care! Honestly, if my story wasn’t so crazy, I should go to the police myself, and tell them about that…

“Maybe I’ll go ahead and do that anyway, tell them your daughter seems to have vanished… And, now that I think about it, I don’t remember you ever looking pregnant. And that baby looked awfully big the first time I saw it… I’m sure they’ll be very interested to hear what you have to say. Even if you burn all these pictures of me you have, I bet someone has them saved from Facebook, and can…

“Ow! Let go of my arm! I’m not a baby anymore, you can’t treat me this way! Wait, where are you taking me?! I can’t go outside like this, I’m practically naked, and… N-No! I-I didn’t mean literally across the street, I think the witch drove me in from a couple neighborhoods away or something, and… Ouch! Don’t swat at my bottom! Fine, I lied, she is here, but…

“Please, no! You can’t parade me around to your neighbors like this until you find the witch! It’s bad enough they’ve seen me running around the living room in only my diaper when I was a baby! N-No, I don’t wanna tell you who the witch is… You can’t do this! I don’t wanna be a baby for another year! I swear, I won’t tell anyone! I’ll keep my mouth shut!

“Wh-What? N-No, I’m not… Okay, fine, my diaper’s a little soggy, b-but I think it was like that before I changed back! I’m a big girl now, I don’t really need them anymore! N-No, I don’t know for sure… Well, you said it yourself! It’s been four months since I stopped trying to get people to take me to the potty! Of course some of my training slipped… No, that doesn’t mean I might as well go back to being a toddler! I can fix that as an adult, and…

“No, not there! Please, please, don’t wake her up! I don’t wanna be Baby New Year for another whole year! I wanna be a big girl!”

 

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New Traditions

New Traditions

“This is so sweet of you!” Adelaide smiled, looking down at the apron her stepson had given her. It was, honestly, probably not something she would have gotten for herself, or worn normally, but it was certainly nice of him to get her something, and before Christmas, too.

“I just saw it and thought of you,” Greg shrugged bashfully.

Considering what it had written across the front – ‘Dear Santa, I can explain!’ – Adelaide wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, although she was willing to believe so, for now. Maybe he wasn’t even referring to the words themselves… Perhaps it was just the apron itself. Adelaide had never been much for cooking, but she was attempting to get better, now that she was married, and had a stepson to look after, even if he was only a few years younger than her.

“I’m going to wear it every morning, while I make breakfast for you!” she declared. “Well, during Christmas time, at least.”

And she did, too, which wound up being a good idea. Even during the winter, it never got particularly cold where they lived, and the apron was big enough to cover most, if not all, of her PJs. It was only recently that Adelaide’s husband had mentioned to her that Greg might be a little… uncomfortable… to see her running around the kitchen in the mornings in her skimpy pajamas, but she was not a morning person, and usually went back to bed once Greg and his dad were off to college and work, respectively. She could have gotten a robe, she supposed; for now, the apron was perfect.

“Well?” Adelaide asked the morning of December 1st, spreading out the skirt of her apron, idly wondering if, even then, her tiny sleep shorts were even visible beneath it. “What do you think?”

“It suits you,” Greg told her. “Oh, and I got you something else, too…”

He pulled out an Advent calendar from behind his back, handing it over. “Oh, thank you!” Adelaide smiled, taking it, surprised. She hadn’t had one of those in years… Not since she was a teenager, back when she started thinking about entering pageants, and had forced herself to give up chocolate, because she loved it too much. Greg didn’t know that, of course… And she hadn’t been in a pageant in a couple years now. She’d thought about changing that, in the new year, but one little candy a day for this month wouldn’t hurt that much.

“I got one, too,” he showed her. His looked different, even beyond the design on the front, but she didn’t think much of it at the time. “I thought we could eat them together every morning. You know, as a little tradition.”

“That sounds great,” she smiled. “You are just too sweet…”

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A Christmas to Remember

A Christmas to Remember

Olivia had known it was risky from the start, but it seemed worth it… At least, until she got caught.

It wasn’t like she needed the diapers, after all. She hadn’t for years, nearly a decade and a half by now, and for most of that time, they’d only been an occasional thing, generally for overnight, or, perhaps, long car rides. Unfortunately, ‘overnight’ meant at sleepovers, too, not just in the privacy of her own home…

If it had been up to her, she simply wouldn’t have gone to any, until she got over her nighttime problem, but her mother had seen the invitation before Olivia could hide it, insisted the girl should go, spend time with her friends, that they wouldn’t care if they somehow found out. Olivia wasn’t convinced.

So, when one of the oldest girls at the party, Aaliyah, had noticed the Goodnite tucked away in Olivia’s bag, even before the girl had changed into her PJs, and confessed that she had problems sometimes, too, Olivia had decided to play a little defense. The next time Aaliyah was out of the room, she snuck her Goodnite out of her bag, and into Aaliyah’s.

She felt a pang of guilt, definitely… Aaliyah had confided in her, after all, and been nice enough, especially for an older girl that Olivia had been terrified of when the party had begun. There was a good chance Aaliyah was lying, too, just saying all that to make her feel better. Olivia was so sure someone else would notice her Goodnite, however, that it seemed like her best option at the time to pretend she’d seen it poking out of the bag, and point it out to everyone.

Aaliyah had defended herself, of course, saying that Olivia had planted it there, that she’d seen it in Olivia’s bag first, but since Olivia had actually spoken up before her, her story held more weight. It had erupted into a big argument, and they’d all wound up going home early. That had been the real stroke of luck… Olivia’s plan – if she couldn’t sneak the Goodnite back without anyone noticing, was to either stay awake all night, which wasn’t likely, or hope she’d have a good, dry night, which hadn’t happened, although, luckily, that had happened at home, after she got another Goodnite from her drawer, so her sheets didn’t get soaked.

Thankfully, Rae, the girl who had thrown the party had felt bad about it and did her best to keep the other guests from blabbing to the whole school about what happened. Olivia had no idea who that girl believed, but she was happy with that either way… She didn’t want to be known as a bedwetter, and she didn’t really want Aaliyah to, either. By the time they all graduated high school, Olivia was pretty sure they’d mostly forgotten, although she still remembered.

And so, as it turned out, did Aaliyah.

A lot had changed for Olivia since the sleepover… Her mother had died, and her father had gone through several girlfriends, none of whom Olivia particularly liked, and none of whom stuck around for long. She was in college when he told her he’d start seeing someone new, someone she knew… She’d assumed it was one of her old teachers, or the parents of one of her friends.

It was Aaliyah. She was nice enough to Olivia when the girl’s father was around, but if they were alone, Olivia felt like she was back in school, being picked on by the older, bigger girls. After the sleepover, Aaliyah had – somewhat justifiably, Olivia admitted – not be so nice to her, and that trend was continuing now… Luckily, Olivia had a job on campus over the summer, and one lined up in the city after she graduated, so, other than holidays, she didn’t have to go back home often. Surely, given how quickly he’d broken up with the other women, her dad would get over this mid-life crisis and dump Aaliyah soon enough…

Instead, he married her. Not too long after that, he got sick, and he ended up dying as well, leaving everything to his new wife. Olivia was devastated, of course, but, with both her parents gone, just assumed she’d have no real reason to go back to her old home anymore… At least, not until she lost her job, and was unable to find another one in the city. She couch surfed for a little while, then, eventually, caved in.

“Of course,” Aaliyah had told her. “This is your house as much as it is mine, you can stay as long as you need… But I do know about your little problem, young lady… And since technically I do own everything here, I’m afraid I’ll have to insist that you take some steps to protect my furniture from any of your… accidents…”

Olivia thought she was joking; she wasn’t. Aaliyah ordered her the biggest, thickest diapers she could find, so huge Olivia didn’t own a pair of jeans or sweatpants that would fit over the things without a bulge. And, to add insult to injury, they were also all incredibly childish looking, brightly colored, with infantile designs, making them look like they were intended for a large toddler, rather than an adult.

Olivia tried refusing to go along with it, but Aaliyah simply took away all Olivia’s panties when the girl was at a job interview, and wouldn’t tell her where she’d hidden them. Olivia had just gotten home, opened up her underwear drawer, and found them staring back at her, row after row of crinkly, plastic-coated padding, waiting for her. And then, when Aaliyah found out Olivia’s old clothes were all still there, packed away in the basement, she’d replaced all of Olivia’s current clothes with them.

It was insane… But now, it truly was like being back in school again. Olivia hadn’t grown much since she’d worn a lot of those clothes, so a surprisingly number of them fit, and fit well – the only way she’d outgrown them was in terms of maturity. Now, as an adult, she was back wearing Hello Kitty, and tutu skirts, and looking even more immature in them than ever, since she had to be in diapers underneath it all.

That was why, one afternoon, Olivia had taken matters into her own hands. Probably, she should have done it long before… She suspected all of this was a way for Aaliyah to drive her away, make sure she wanted to leave again as soon as possible, so she could have the house all to herself. Of course, that was made far harder when Olivia couldn’t go to any job interviews, since all her appropriate attire had vanished.

Olivia was supposed to go to Aaliyah when she needed to use the bathroom, to have her diaper checked, to see if she’d already gone, and have them removed – she wasn’t allowed to do it herself, for any reason. When Olivia peeked into the living room, however, Aaliyah was on the phone, chatting away. Olivia had already waited longer than she should have – as an adult, going to someone only a few years older than her and begging to be allowed to use the potty was quite mortifying – and she neither wanted to wait for Aaliyah to hang up, or ask while whoever was on the other end could potentially overhear.

So she backed away, glad she hadn’t started talking before she’d gone into the room, so that, hopefully, Aaliyah hadn’t even noticed her there. She tip-toed to the bathroom, pushing the door mostly closed, afraid that the other woman would overhear the click of the latch snapping into place, and began undoing tapes.

It was easier than she’d expected, especially since Aaliyah constantly told her the reason she wasn’t allowed to do it herself was because she might rip the diaper, and waste it, and they were expensive. She yanked off one, then another, and another, and, before she knew it, she was on the final tape, a smile crossing her lips as she let the diaper fall to the floor with a soft crinkle. It was such a little thing, certainly for a woman in her twenties, yet it made her feel like a grown-up again for the first time since this had all begun.

Her smile quickly faded, however, her eyes widening in fright almost before she’d taken a single step towards the toilet. Anxiously, she pushed her tutu down, trying to pretend she hadn’t done the thing she’d been so happy about a second ago, that the diaper was still there, where it should be… Of course, Aaliyah only had to move a little further into the bathroom and bend down to retrieve the garment from the floor beneath the girl.

“And what, exactly, is this, young lady?” she demanded.

“S-See?” Olivia gulped, staring up at her. “I-I can get it off without ruining it, so…”

“Go on,” Aaliyah shook her head, pointing at the toilet. “You might as well use it… But don’t think you got away with this.”

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Trimming the Tree

Trimming the Tree

“No, Mom, I told you, I’m too busy,” Felicity rolled her eyes, turning back to her phone.

“Come on,” her mother sighed. “If we both do it, it won’t take that long at all, and then you can go back to…”

“Then you should be able to handle it on your own,” Felicity pointed out. “You have a few days before Christmas, still.”

Her mother scowled, though Felicity pretended not to notice. It was hard not to see that the woman wasn’t working on the tree, however, and, finally, Felicity excused herself to go get ready for the party. When she returned, the tree was still undecorated, and, although her mom was in a different place, she didn’t seem to be working on changing that.

“Oh!” her eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter, in her cute, little Santa dress. Felicity had worked hard to find one just the right length… Steve was throwing this party, and she’d had a crush on him since before she’d gone away to college; now, she finally had the confidence to do something about it, and the first step was making sure she got his attention. “Did you get all dressed up to trim the tree? I remember when you…”

“No, Mom!” Felicity rolled her eyes. How embarrassing would that have been? “I’m not five! I told you, I have that party tonight!”

“Well, you can do a little of this first,” her mother insisted. “And you were a lot more help when you were five, young lady… Honestly, the whole family is coming over Saturday, and you haven’t lifted a finger since you got back from school! I don’t expect you to do it all yourself, but it would sure be nice if you’d just…”

“I guess it’s too bad I grew up, then, isn’t it?” Felicity snarked, sticking out her tongue. “I didn’t invited them all over… I don’t have time for all this, I… Mmph!” Her eyes went wide as her mother pushed something into her mouth, her tongue exploring it, finding something big, bulbous, and rubbery in there, her hands reaching up and feeling a plastic ring. Could it be..?

She tried to pull it out, only to have her mom smack her hand away before spreading out a large, crinkling mat onto the floor, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down onto it before producing… Felicity gulped, hardly able to believe her eyes when she saw the large, poofy, plastic-coated diaper her mother was holding. There was no way she was going to replace Felicity’s skimpy little silk panties with those, especially not right before the party! Her cheeks began to burn at the very thought of strolling into Steve’s house with that on; she’d get attention, definitely, though not the kind she wanted from him, or anyone else.

She tried to kick it out of her mom’s hands, but that was the wrong choice. In a flash, she’d been yanked off the mat, thrown over her mother’s knees, and, before she knew it, her tiny skirt had been folded back, her panties around her ankles, and she was hearing herself yelp around her pacifier as she felt a hard smack across her bottom. She squirmed, looking behind herself indignantly just in time to see her mother lift a large, wooden hairbrush again. She tried to beg her mom to stop, to brace herself for the next impact…

Neither did any good. In no time, she was a sobbing mess, obediently allowing her mother to lay her back down on the mat and slide the big, padded diaper under her throbbing backside. She whimpered, feeling the bulk of the object as it was drawn up through her legs, forcing her thighs apart, realizing, as it was taped tightly into place, that there was no easy escape from it. Her mother followed it up with a white diaper cover, which barely fit over the bulky thing, standing back to survey her work before helping her daughter to her feet.

Mortified, Felicity stared down at herself. Her perfect dress, designed to ensure she’d keep her undies just covered – unless she wanted to flash them – didn’t stand a chance against the gigantic diaper, leaving a good bit of it completely exposed. And, if she bent forward at all, she hated to think how much the back could ride up…

“Mommy!” she whined, stomping her foot. “I look ridiculous! Why did you do this to me?!”

“Because,” her mother told her, “the last time you were in diapers, you were always so eager to help out… Maybe that’s the secret to making it happen again. I think it might be… Because that will be the only way I let you out of them again.”

“But Mommy!” Felicity stomped her foot again, not noticing she’d slipped into calling her mother by that more immature name. “I have my party!”

“Then you’d better get to work,” the woman shrugged.

Felicity sulked, glaring at her, remembering that big list of things her mother had shown her that needed to be finished before Christmas. She couldn’t imagine wearing these awful diapers another minute, much less until they had all that done! And there was no way she could finish it before the party! Felicity plopped down onto her padded posterior, crossing her arms and pouting.

“Take as long as you want,” her mom told her. “I’m going to go get some wine.”

Felicity watching her go, slipping the diaper cover down far enough to stare at the tapes, pondering ripping them off and heading for the door before her mother returned. The memory of the spanking was still fresh on her mind – and in her bottom – however, and she didn’t dare risk that happening again, so, instead, she let the cover snap back into place, and, reluctantly, stumbled to her feet, stomach churning as she noticed how far apart her legs were being held, how much of an infantile waddle this garment was going to force her into. She had to get out of these, as soon as possible…

“Here she is, girls!” Felicity’s heart nearly stopped as she heard those words, glancing behind herself right on time to see her mother leading in two of her friends, reminding her that she’d asked them to give her a ride, so she could drink as much as she wanted at the party without worrying about driving home. “Like I said, I don’t think she’ll be able to come to your little party after all… I’m sure if you want to help her decorate, though, she’d be very grateful!”

“Oh, we don’t want to be any bother,” one of Felicity’s friends snickered. “Besides, I’m sure she has an early bedtime she has to get ready for before long.”

“She certainly does,” Felicity’s mother told them. “I just hope she can stay dry tonight.”

Felicity whimpered behind the pacifier, trying to think of a quick – and believable – way to explain this, while watching her friends pull out their phones, giggling. She could only hope they wouldn’t show the pictures to Steve, when he asked why she hadn’t come with them… It wouldn’t help her chances with him at all if he thought she’d rather spend the night at home, in her Pampers, trimming the tree, rather than hopefully making out with him; unfortunately, she knew that was, indeed, exactly what she was going to be doing.

At least, until her Mommy tucked her into bed nice and early, and surely still in her diaper, to toss and turn, and think about what her friends were saying about her, and how she could have been with them, drinking and spending some quality time with Steve until late into the night… Instead, as it got darker and darker out, she’d be worrying if she could sneak out to the bathroom without her mother hearing – and risking another spanking, or some other punishment, if she did – so she could ensure she really did stay dry… She hadn’t had issues with that in over a decade, yet, if her mother was serious about this, she had a bad feeling that streak would end tonight, especially if her bedtime was especially early, and, like when she’d been a child, she wasn’t allowed out of bed again until the next morning.

It was going to be a long few days before Christmas… She could only hope there was still time to finish her mom’s whole list of chores before then, or else she had a feeling she’d be facing her whole family like this, too. And, if she didn’t make it in time, would the woman let her back out of diapers? Or would she get driven back to college, diapers bulging beneath her jeans, her luggage stuffed with them instead of her panties? She really didn’t want to find out, so she turned back to the tree desperately, not caring how eager and childish she must look to her friends, and their cameras, and started decorating it in earnest.

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Priorities

Priorities

“I’m old enough to dress myself!” Riley pouted, stomping her foot. “You can’t tell me what to wear!”

“Oh, can’t I?” her new step-mother, Mika, raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms. “You’re right… You’re old enough that you should be able to choose your own clothes, but you should also be old enough to pass all your classes, so you can graduate and move out of my house eventually.”

Riley blushed, her defiance fading slightly into shame. “I-It was only one class…” It had also been her house before it was Mika’s, although she was sure that, should anything happen to her father, it would be, well and truly, Mika’s, to do with as she pleased. “I tried my best, I just wasn’t ready for it…”

“Or you didn’t study enough, because you were too busy running around with your friends,” Mika countered. “You have to have priorities, young lady… And school has to come first, above all else. That’s why I’m in charge of your wardrobe from now on, so you don’t have to worry about finding exactly the right outfit to look cool, or sexy, for everyone at school… I’ll decide what you’re going to wear, and that will be that.”

“But I would never wear any of these things!” Riley whined. “These look like something a grade-schooler would wear!”

“Then they’re perfect for you,” Mika mocked. “You’ve been acting like a petulant child ever since we got back from the honeymoon. Maybe if you can improve your attitude, and your grades, we’ll buy you some more mature things for next term.”

“Why can’t I just wear my own clothes?” Riley asked. “I have plenty of things that…”

“No,” Mika shook her head, “You don’t. I got rid of all those, to help pay for your new clothes.”

“You did WHAT?!” Riley nearly exploded. How dare she?! She’d assumed, after opening her closet and finding all this childish stuff, that her old clothes were boxed up somewhere, hidden away… “I spent a lot of money on those! Dad spent a lot of his money on them! What right do you..?!” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, she was so angry. She shoved past her step-mother – it was easy, since the woman was actually shorter than her – and stomped into her father’s study.

“Do you know what that witch did?!” she hissed, not caring how annoyed he looked, having to glance up from whatever work he’d been doing on his computer.

“I’m sure whatever it is, she has a reason,” he sighed. “I’ve told you, I want you to show her respect, she…”

“She doesn’t deserve any respect!” Riley informed him. “She’s crazy, and mean, and…”

“And I put her in charge,” he cut her off. “She showed me your grades, and she had meeting with all your teachers. We both agreed that something needed to be done, and she had a plan, and was willing to put in a lot of time and effort to make it work, so you should…”

“Do you know what that plan is?!” Riley demanded.

“She didn’t want to bother me with details, and, honestly, I don’t need to know them. I trust her completely… And you should, too. She’s a teacher, too, and has dealt with plenty of problem children…”

“I’m not a problem!” Riley told him. “And I’m not a child!”

“Well, you’re certainly acting like one,” he responded, the second time she’d been told that in the past few minutes. “The only thing I have to know about her plan is my part in it… And it looks like it’s time to fulfill that now. Bend over my desk, young lady.”

“What?!” Riley stared at him, incredulously, until he stood and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her over to his desk, folding her over it, leaving her backside sticking out, allowing him to grab her shorts and slide them down. “What are you doing?!” she gasped, squirming and blushing.

“Your mother asked me to discipline you, when you needed it, and clearly, you do,” he said. “She deserved your respect, and if you can’t give her that, this is going to become a regular occurrence.”

“B-But can’t you do something other than… Ow!” Riley gasped, yelping as she felt her father’s hand thwap against her panty-clad bottom. He hadn’t spanked her in years! And, apparently, he’d only gotten stronger in that time… Or, since she was older, he was spanking her harder. “This is so ridiculous!” she fumed. “She’s barely even five years older than me, she doesn’t… Ouch!” The second swat was harsher still, and she could practically feel her rear beginning to glow pink with the impression of his hand. “Daddy, please…” she sniffled. “I…”

But there was no stopping it now. The spanking began in earnest, and by the time it was over, she was crying, her bum throbbing, and she was willing to agree to do whatever her stupid step-mother said, just to make it stop.

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