The Easter Dress

“Oh, no!” Jill exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! Here, let me get you some napkins!”

Elyse blushed, feeling a flash of anger, though it was more at herself than her friend. “No, there’s nothing to apologize for,” she sighed, staring down at her brand new dress, the one she’d spent so much money on, now covered in coffee. “I’m the one who can’t drink, apparently…”

She gladly took the napkins, but they did very little good, just as she’d feared. It was a gorgeous dress, so mature, so delicate… She should have known better than to wear it here anyway. They were going to be outside for most of the day, and she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to get any grass or dirt stains off of it, either, if she happened to fall or sit down for any reason. Still… It was Easter, and this was the dress she’d bought for that occasion, so she hadn’t been able to resist.

After a minute or two of useless dabbing at the stain, which, if anything, seemed to be soaking deeper, she gave in with a groan. “Ugh… This sucks. Easter was so much better when we were kids. We didn’t have to think about how much our dresses cost, so we could just run around and do whatever we wanted in them and not think any better of it…”

Jill chuckled at that. “Maybe you did… My mom was always reminding me how expensive my dress was and making me come stand by her if I got too rowdy.”

Elyse always forgot about how different their upbringings were… Her mother probably would have done the same, except that Easter was one of the few days the nanny had off, so either she didn’t want to be seen as too strict, or she didn’t know how to deal with children herself, and usually just let Elyse do what she liked. It wasn’t as if Elyse was going to wear her Easter dress again… It was for Easter, after all, and she had plenty of other fancy, less gaudy, dresses to wear, so afterwards it would have languished in her wardrobe until she no longer fit in it, or simply needed the space in her closet, and her nanny donated it to some charity.

Jill, on the other hand, had grown up far poorer, her parents generally using Easter as an excuse to get her something nice she could wear for the rest of the year, or beyond if she didn’t outgrow it. Elyse understood that, on a conceptual level… At that point, though, it was really just a dress, so calling it specifically an Easter dress didn’t make sense.

If this dress was ruined, as she suspected, it would be annoying, but not the end of the world. As much as her mother talked about wanting her to stand on her own two feet, make her own way, if Elyse sniffled and batted her eyes enough, she knew her mom would buy her another one, or give her back the money she’d paid for it. She probably could have done the same even if she hadn’t spilled anything, and her mother never would have bothered to check, or known one way or the other if it was true.

The only real problem, of course, was that she couldn’t go out with her dress like this. “Do I have time to go home and change?” she asked, peering at the clock uncertainly.

“No way,” Jill told her. “Not if we want to get there in time.”

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, really… It was silly anyway, just a half-baked idea Jill had come up with. Even so, Elyse had to admit she was pretty into it now. “Obviously we do,” she rolled her eyes. “If we’re late, they’ll have already started, and there won’t be as many eggs to find!”

“Well, we don’t have time to put that in the washer, either,” Jill mused.

“Please,” Elyse scoffed. “It’s dry-clean only.”

“I could see what I have that might fit you,” Jill suggested. That seemed to be the only option, but it was also a long shot, given how much bigger than Elyse she was. Most anything she had would swallow the petite young woman… With no other choice, however, Elyse followed her to her bedroom, standing behind her as she opened up her closet and began to rifle through it, pushing aside anything with a long skirt that would definitely trip Elyse up, or a low-cut top that would droop too much on her flatter chest…

“Oh, look at this!” Jill squealed, as Elyse was starting to lose hope. “I think this is the perfect size!”

Elyse’s eyes widened as she watched Jill pull the dress out, her cheeks turning as pink as the garment itself. “What is that?!” she wrinkled her nose in disgust, shocked that Jill would have such a thing. It looked like something meant for a four year old, covered in frills and lace and ribbons. It even came with its own apron and, worse yet, bonnet.

“I forgot I’d kept this!” Jill said. “It’s one of my old Easter dresses!”

That did make a little more sense… At least, in that case, Jill probably hadn’t picked it out herself. “How old were you when you got this?” Elyse asked, the size of it seeming far too big for the incredibly immature sizing… Or did she think that because she didn’t want to believe she was that much smaller than Jill, that she was the same size she’d been when this would have been an appropriate clothing choice for her?

“Mom liked me in the cutesy stuff,” Jill shrugged, shoving it towards Elyse, who backed away. “Come on… This is the only thing I have that’s going to work.”

“B-But…” Elyse pouted, peeking back into the closet. There were other clothes in there that would fit her, of course… Nothing that was appropriate for an Easter egg hunt, however. “Fine,” she sighed, giving in, snatching it out of her friend’s hand and taking it to the bathroom in a huff to change.

Easter Parade

Lijuan felt a jolt of excitement, and fear, as she saw they were still there; it was strange… She’d hurried over to the end of the parade route hoping for just this thing, yet she hadn’t been certain what she’d wanted to see when she got there. She had been intrigued, no doubt, but it was such a strange thing… It would have been so much easier if they’d been gone. She knew she wouldn’t have the courage to pursue them on her own, even though she had taken a picture of the sign they’d been carrying that had the address on it.

One of the women nudged another, nodding towards Li, who immediately lowered her face, cheeks burning, as she saw them glance at her, smiling, making her realize she’d been staring. A part of her wanted to shuffle away, to pretend she’d been looking at something else, however, before she could, she heard a voice call, “Can we help you, sweetie?”

She peeked up, nibbling her bottom lip, caught. “Umm… I-I was… I-I saw you in the parade…”

“That’s good,” the woman chuckled, moving a little closer. “That’s the reason we did it.”

“I-I just moved here,” Li blurted out an explanation. “I-I didn’t know… I-I had no idea…”

The other woman rubbed the back of the third and final member of their group, the one who had really captured Li’s eye, and stepped forward as well. “How exciting! Are you liking it here so far?”

Li fidgeted, staring up at the pair. They had seemed so big and intimidating in the parade, and, no matter how friendly they were acting, that hadn’t changed now… She couldn’t help peering back at the third woman, standing there, blinking back at her. She felt a tingle between her legs as she interacted with the other two, unable to keep from feeling like their companion.

That was an embarrassing thing to admit, considering the way the woman was dressed, how she was acting. Li had always been small for her age, frail… She, however, did not run around in tiny, frilly Easter dresses with matching bloomers underneath, bulging with… Well, Li couldn’t see what was beneath them, obviously, but she suspected she could assume, especially when paired with the pacifier between the girl’s lips, gently bobbing up and down as she sucked on it. Li definitely didn’t walk down the street in the Easter parade dressed that way.

And yet… Seeing that image, of this other woman doing so, had awoken something in her, had made her curious enough to want to track them down before they left. That feeling coursing through her as she faced the other two women wasn’t bad, necessarily, either, even if it did keep her from so much as thinking about fibbing, saying anything other than the truth.

“I-It’s all right,” she shrugged. “I haven’t really made any friends or anything, but…”

“Aww, you haven’t?” the first woman took another step towards Li, reaching out, stroking her hair. “Poor thing… Well, that’s their loss. You could have lots of playmates if you came to visit us. We’re heading over there now, if you’re free…”

“R-Right now?” Li’s eyes darted back to the third woman, the tingling returning, intensifying. She’d thought she’d get a card from them or something, which would give her time to think it over, change her mind… If they were asking her to make a decision right away, for better or worse, it would probably be… “Okay,” she heard herself say, almost without realizing she was speaking.

“Perfect!” the woman grinned. “I bet you parked far away, didn’t you?” Li nodded; the closest lot for spectators had been a decent walk from where she’d been able to find a spot where she could see along the route, and she’d walked even further to get here. “You can ride with me, and I’ll drive you back to your car when you’re ready.”

“A-Are you sure?” Li looked up at her in surprise. “I-I don’t want to be any trouble…”

“You won’t be,” the woman assured her. “It’ll be my pleasure…”

Violet’s Easter Outfit

“Are you sure it’s okay, Grandpa?” Violet asked. “I don’t want to be any trouble…”

“Well, of course, dear,” he replied. “If you want me to talk to your school and see about getting you back into the dorm, though, I could…”

“No,” Violet shook her head quickly. “You don’t have to do that, Grandpa! I don’t think it would make any difference anyway… My RA doesn’t like me for some reason, so she’s happy to see me gone.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” he told her, giving her a hug. “How could anybody not like you?”

There were, in fact, plenty of reasons; Violet was right, however. Having her grandfather talk to anybody at her college wouldn’t do anything to get her back in the dorm, because she was no longer enrolled there. Her grades had just fallen too far, and it had come down to either dropping out, or failing out in the next few weeks, and the former had felt slightly less embarrassing.

She wasn’t about to tell him that, though, and she definitely didn’t want to tell her parents, which was why she had decided to come to her Grandpa instead of them. They’d ask more questions, be more suspicious about her motives for moving back in when she’d been so excited to go live in the dorms, away from them… But Grandpa had always spoiled her, and he would definitely believe whatever she said, so she could take it easy here until she was ready. Plus, Grandpa lived much closer to her school, so it made more sense for her to pretend she was only there because of a misunderstanding at the dorm than it would if she went all the way back home.

“We’re going to have so much fun together,” she smiled. All she could think of was how, when she was younger, she’d spend a week or two every summer with her grandparents, and how amazing that had been… This was going to be like that the whole time!

“Of course we will,” he nodded. “Now, I do have some rules that you have to follow while you’re here…”

“I know, I know,” Violet said. “I remember! Don’t worry, I won’t keep you up too late, and I won’t make a mess…” Even those, she knew, weren’t hard and fast rules, as she’d broken them plenty of times during those summers. He was a big softie, and he’d never dream of yelling at her, much less disciplining her… She was his youngest granddaughter, after all!

“It’s not as simple as…” he started.

“I’m going to respect your house, and you,” she rolled her eyes. “And I’ll help out around the house… All of that! I’m not a kid anymore!” This was probably about how she’d gotten a little crazy that last summer, knocked his TV over… But that wasn’t going to happen again!

“You’re always a kid to me, Violet,” he told her. “It doesn’t matter how old you are, or how long you go to school, I’ll always see you as my sweet little granddaughter.”

Violet couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s me,” she smirked. “Just a sweet, innocent little girl…”

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…”

Power Imbalance

Rosina wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous… Sure, this was unusual, and potentially against the rules, but it wasn’t anything that crazy, all things considered.

Perhaps it was just knowing the other woman would have her fate in her hands. She didn’t think Jeanne would rat her out, tell Rosina’s bosses that she’d proposed an inter-office relationship, but if she was wrong, there wasn’t much she’d be able to do about it. Or maybe it was knowing she was going to see Jeanne again at all… She felt a little like this every time she passed her, which made having the woman as her secretary particularly difficult, honestly.

She’d been thinking about this for weeks, however, and she knew this was what she wanted… Needed. She’d never felt this way about anyone else, not even when she’d been a silly teenager. She had to do this, or it was going to drive her crazy, thinking about what could have been.

“J-Jeanne?” she said, hitting the intercom button on her phone, blushing when her voice cracked. “Can you come into my office?”

And there she was. Like most people, Rosina had some body image issues, although she’d worked through most of them. She didn’t mind as much anymore that she was on the shorter side, had grown to love herself as best she could… But, next to Jeanne, she always felt so small, so immature…

That was why, after her little proposal, she was surprised to hear Jeanne say, “Don’t you think there’s a problem there, with the power imbalance?”

As silly as it was, the first thing Rosina thought of was that her secretary was the one with all the power, though, of course, that wasn’t it. She was the boss… If anything went south with their relationship, she could fire Jeanne on a whim. “I-I wouldn’t abuse that!” she swore. “You know me, I…”

“People are different once you start dating,” Jeanne pointed out. “I don’t think you would, but you never know…”

Rosina nodded; she had a point. Her minded raced, searching for a way to get around this. “W-Well,” she suggested, “how about, in the relationship, you’re in complete control? I’ll do anything you say.” She didn’t mention she would have done that anyway, just for a chance to be with Jeanne, tried to make it sound like this was all to appease the other woman.

“Anything?” Jeanne’s eyes sparkled.

“Anything,” Rosina repeated.

Jeanne grinned. “We’ll see about that… Come to my place tonight, and we may just be able to work this out.”

Rosina felt like an eager puppy when she showed up at the woman’s door, a ball of anxious energy bouncing on her doorstep, waiting for her to answer, then immediately feeling inadequate when she opened the door, seeing how stunning she looked in her simple, black dress. “H-Hi,” she blushed, shuffling inside.

“Strip,” Jeanne ordered, as soon as the door was closed.

“Wh-What?!” Rosina squeaked, gulping. Obviously, her ultimate goal did involve getting naked with the other woman, but she hadn’t expected it to come so soon, or for her surroundings to be quite so brightly lit at the time.

Jeanne planted her hands on her hips firmly. “You heard me. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.”

“O-Okay,” Rosina nodded, fumbling her way out of her expensive skirt and blouse, and, after getting a look from the secretary, her bra and panties as well, standing there, completely naked.

“Adorable,” Jeanne smiled, Rosina watching it widen as she blushed, that word not exactly the reaction she’d wanted. Sexy, or gorgeous, or something on those lines would have been much better, but she’d take what she could get. “Now then,” she continued, picking up something from the little table under her coat rack, and, before Rosina could react, buckling it around her boss’s neck, “let’s see how serious you are about this.”

 

Easter Pictures

“Well, we do have some things,” the photographer told them. “I don’t know if they’re anything she’d really like, though.”

Penelope blushed, wishing she could sink into the floor. It was bad enough she had to be here at all; she’d spent the last week, at least, protesting it. Now, it looked like she’d willfully tried to ruin it, like a bad sport upset she hadn’t gotten her way. That wasn’t the case at all, no matter how much she might have wanted to do that…. She genuinely had just forgotten to grab the outfit she’d picked out – and her mother had revised for her when it was declared not up to snuff – on the way out the door.

“That’s fine,” her dad said gruffly. “Whatever you have that will fit her will be fine.”

Penelope wanted to protest, to say that she wasn’t sure she wanted to wear whatever old things the studio had lying around, that had probably been passed around to who knew how many people, and potentially never washed, yet she could tell how unhappy he was about this already. Penelope was the middle child, so, of course, when she’d been younger, she’d tended to act out for attention… She’d outgrown that by now, obviously, but if she made a scene, it might look like that’s what this had all been about.

“All right, then,” the photographer shrugged. “Come on, let’s see what we have.”

Penelope followed the woman reluctantly, leaving the rest of her family behind, her sibling rolling their eyes and whispering to one another. Looking at them, it would have been hard to guess that she fit in the middle… Her younger brother, Duane, was taller than her – and their older sister, Anna – by a good few inches, and Anna fell between them, in terms of height, though was still not as short as Penelope.

“I’m sorry about this,” the photographer told her, leading her into another studio. Unlike the rather plain one her family was in, with a backdrop, and a few benches, and chairs, and props on the sidelines, this looked more like a daycare, something set up to keep a young child happy and occupied while their picture was being taken. “We really only keep extra clothes for little kids, in case they have an accident, and their parents didn’t think to bring spares.”

“Seriously?” Penelope wrinkled her nose. “Can I not just wear..?” She didn’t have to finish the question. The photographer might have said yes, since it wasn’t really her call, anyway; Penelope knew her parents wouldn’t be as lenient. Next to the fancy suits and dresses everyone else was wearing, the shorts and t-shirt she’d thrown on when she’d rolled out of bed didn’t exactly blend in.

“It’s for Easter,” her mother had told her, when she’d complained about participating. “I only ask you to look nice once or twice a year… Is it so bad that I want some evidence of it?”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Let’s see what you have.”

She’d really hoped it would all be too small for her – if it was for babies, surely it would be, even though she did get a lot of her clothes from the kids’ department – yet, as the photographer held the outfits up to her to judge, more than she’d expected looked like they were the right size. They were also way more immature than she’d anticipated, as well, which didn’t make her feel any better about her size.

“How about this?” the photographer suggested, settling on a purple dressed, adorned with butterflies.

“I don’t…” Penelope started to complain, glancing over the other options, then shrugged, giving in. The woman was probably right, that was likely her best option… It didn’t look like something anyone her age ought to wear, by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn’t pink, or covered in lace. “All right, I’ll try it.”

Unfortunately, it did fit, technically. It was definitely too short, to the point where she regretted taking her shorts off to try it on, blushing as she stood there in front of the photographer, underwear on full display. “M-Maybe I can wear these underneath,” she said, but that made it worse… It looked more like a shirt, instead of a dress, not much better than what she’d already been wearing.

“Hmm…” the photographer mused. “Well, we do have what is meant to go under it… We could try that. I don’t think you’re going to like it, though.”

Easter Clothes

“Honestly, I don’t know what you’re being such a brat about this, young lady! I’m trying to be nice to you!”

Lane rolled her eyes; it was no big surprise, she supposed, that her step-mother was trying to infantalize her by calling her a ‘brat’… That was what she did, after all. Of course, she was clever enough to see through all that, unlike her step-sister, Ava. That poor, stupid girl had let herself get firmly lodged under her mother’s thumb, and was still there, into her twenties… At this rate, Lane doubted she’d ever fully escape.

“I am not a ‘brat’,” Lane informed her parents, crossing her arms. “I am merely informing you that I have no intention of wearing a dress, whether it’s Easter or not.”

“Lane,” her father sighed, “I know you don’t like them, but you always put up with them for Easter. We’re not going to make you wear it ever again, if you don’t want to…”

“Yeah, I put up with it because I was a kid,” Lane said. “I’m not anymore, am I?”

“I guess not,” her dad admitted. “You’re living here, under my roof, again, though, so…”

“You told me it was fine!” Lane glared. “You can’t shame me for that! At least I moved out at some point, Ava isn’t that much younger than me, and she never even tried to…”

“Your sister has nothing to do with this,” her father cut her off. “And I don’t mind you having to live here; I love having your around. We just want to make sure everyone looks nice that one day.”

“I’ll look nice,” Lane spat. “Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to wear a dress to look nice!”

“You know what?” her step-mother said, putting a hand on her husband’s arm. “She’s right.”

Lane was surprised to be getting support from her, although it was certainly welcome. “I’m glad one of you came to your senses,” she declared. “I’ll look through my stuff… I probably even have something bright and pastel-y, if you really want my to be in the Easter spirit.” She’d intended to go with a dark suit, fancy, yet almost definitely out of place with what the rest of the family would be wearing, but she was feeling charitable after managing to sway one of her parents.

“Oh, no,” the woman shook her head. “We can still buy you something… It’s only fair, since your sister is getting a new outfit. And I have the perfect thing in mind…”

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She should have seen it coming then, but she was too blinded by her supposed victory to notice the gleam in her step-mother’s eye. She didn’t give it much of a thought at all until Easter Sunday, when, as the rest of the family got ready to head out for the big family meal at Ava’s aunt’s place, she realized she’d never gotten her promised outfit.

“Silly me,” her step-mother said when Lane asked her about it. “It’s right in here… Come on…”

It was weird, of course, when she took Lane’s hand to lead her through the house; Lane felt a pit forming in her stomach, growing larger and deeper as they got closer and closer to the room, although she was still telling herself that couldn’t be where they were headed. Her father wouldn’t let that happen… He’d protected her that last year Lane lived there, before she went off to college, and on summer breaks, saying that, while it might work for Ava – which was debatable, at least in Lane’s mind – Lane was too old to start then.

“Wh-Why is it in here?” Lane asked, gulping when the woman opened that dreaded door after all, trying to pull away from her step-mother’s grip, only to feel it tighten.

“I think you know,” she smiled.

“You can’t do this!” Lane stomped her foot, tears springing to her eyes. “My dad said…!”

“You’re an adult now, aren’t you?” the woman countered. “You were so insistent about that… Are you going to keeping hiding behind your father? Is that what a grown woman would do?”

Lane whimpered, eyes darting across the room, seeing what was there, waiting for her. She tried, again, to tear herself free, to no avail. It wasn’t a big surprise, really… Ava was a decent amount taller than her, and the woman could handle her, no problem. Why would Lane be a challenge? “Daddy!” she squealed, as her step-mother began to pull off her pajama shorts.

“For as tough as you pretend to be, I didn’t think you’d go there so quickly,” the woman chuckled. “I thought this would be much more difficult…”

“Stop it!” Lane whined, grabbing for her boyshorts when the woman came for them next, only to feel them easily ripped away. Her step-mother didn’t obey, however, lifting her up onto the changing table, planting her bottom right onto the waiting diaper. The thing would have been huge anyway, but she’d already stacked soaker pads in it, making it even bigger and bulkier than the ones Lane was used to seeing on Ava when she was being punished – although, to be fair, that hadn’t happened in quite a while.

Lane tried to sit up, but all it took was a single hand pushing her back onto the soft, padded table to prove how outmatched she was. “Daddy!” she screamed, pounding her fists, producing some crinkling noises, and no real results, while she was thoroughly powdered and oiled. “Daddy!” she yelped again as the front of the diaper was pulled up, and she felt how thick it really was, how much it was forcing her thighs apart.

“Honestly, Lane,” her step-mother shook her head, without stopping her work, tugging the sides up nice and snug and taping them into place, sealing the girl into her poofy prison. “The house isn’t that big… I’m sure he heard you the first time. He isn’t coming to save you… He agreed with me that if you want to be seen as an adult so badly, you should act like one… And, if you can’t even stop me, by yourself, then I don’t think you’re much of a big girl, are you?”

“Yes, I am!” Lane pouted, wiping away the tears trickling down her face as the woman fastened the last tape, and gave the whole, bulky thing a pat.

“Are you?” she questioned. “You hardly fought back at all, and almost immediately turned to your daddy to rescue you… I honestly thought I’d have to at least give you a spank or two, but I didn’t even have to threaten it. I think you belong in these more than your sister ever did.”

“I don’t belong in diapers!” Lane raged, reaching for the diaper’s tapes, and getting a swat on the hand.

“There it is,” her step-mother nodded. “Yes, you do, Lane… And, if you don’t behave yourself better than this today, you’re going to be staying in them for a long time, while I take my own crack at raising you. I don’t blame your father, really… He did his best, but he was alone with you for so long before I came along… I’m sure Ava would love to have the chance to show her little sister how to be a real girl.”

It was hard enough, being the older of the two when she was so much smaller than her sister… She wasn’t about to let herself be the ‘little sister’, or allow anyone to turn her into a simpering, patethic girly girl like Ava. She grabbed for the tapes again, and was smacked away a second time.

“You know better than that, young lady,” her step-mother told her. “You do not touch your diaper, unless you really do want a spanking. And I’m sure you don’t, do you?”

Lane squirmed, wanting so much to be defiant, to rip that diaper off herself… But she’d seen Ava get a spanking, on several occasions, and the sound of the hairbrush striking the girl’s bare bottom echoed in her mind. She’d always been afraid that, even if her father saved her from diaper discipline, he’d cave in and let Lane be spanked… It looked like it hurt so much, and the very idea of it was so humiliating, made her feel even smaller and more helpless…

“I didn’t think so,” her step-mother grinned, helping her sit up, as well as she could in the massive diaper, pulling what Lane assumed, at first, was a t-shirt over her head. She quickly found out she was wrong when the woman helped her hop down off the table, then tugged the bottom of the shirt down, fastening it in the middle. It was, in fact, a onesie… It fit her like a glove, but her diaper was so huge, it refused to be fully contained, spilling out around the leg-holes, ensuring there was no doubt what she had on underneath.

She finished the outfit off with a hair bow and socks, then stepped back to admire her work. “Perfect,” she declared. “Aren’t you going to thank me for your new Easter clothes? It isn’t a dress…”

“I-I can’t wear this!” Lane whimpered.

“Don’t worry, the family is all used to this… Well, they’re used to it on Ava, but I’m sure they all know you well enough to know you belong in it as much as she ever did.” That wasn’t exactly what Lane was worried about. “Now, I need to get ready, too, so you are going to stay in here and think about your behavior, both in the past, and in the future. If you can behave yourself today, we can pretend this never happened, and go back to the way things were… At least, until you act up again. If you step one foot out of line, however, or prove you deserve this in any way, I am putting you in full-time diaper discipline for the foreseeable future, with your father’s blessing, and your sister’s help. Do you understand?”

Lane swallowed nervously, nodding slowly. “Good girl,” her step-mother smiled, handing her a baby rattle. “You can play with this while you think.”

Lane watched her go, plopping down on her padded bottom, hardly able to believe this was happening to her. She wanted, so badly, to take off the diaper, but there was no question doing so would be stepping out of line… She wriggling, listening to the diaper crinkle beneath her, wondering if, maybe, the woman was right… She’d always looked down on Ava for allowing this to happen to her, yet Ava almost always resisted, had to be spanked, before she was subjected to this… Lane liked to think she was smart for avoiding that, though it was also possible she was just a chicken, a baby, so scared of some pain that she allowed herself to be put in a diaper and onesie with barely any resistance, or chance of taking it off without permission.

“Aww, aren’t you precious?”

Lane glanced up, blushing as she saw Ava standing there in the doorway of the room. Normally, Lane might have made fun of her for her new Easter outfit, which, at least in her eyes, was a little on the childish side for someone Ava’s age… Today, however, she had no room to talk. “Leave me alone,” Lane sulked.

“Leave you alone?” Ava shook her head. “But, sweetie… If I do that, you might accidentally behave yourself, for once… And we wouldn’t want that! Not when, if you don’t, I get to be the big sister for once…”

Lane was always aware that her step-sister was larger than her, but, because she considered herself smarter, and stronger, and more independent, she’d never let it bother her too much. Now, on the other hand, it was a real problem, as it meant Ava could easily turn her over, pin her down, unsnap her onesie, push her diaper down, and grab something from one of the drawers in the changing table.

“Do you recognize these?” Ava demanded, shoving her hand in Lane’s face, holding a pair of small, ominous looking white bullets.

Of course, they weren’t really bullets… Ava’s mother kept those for only the most dire circumstances, when the girl had really messed up, and needed an extra-special punishment. Usually, Ava could go to her and ask to use the potty when she had to do that, and be taken to the bathroom… When the suppositories came out, however, that meant a dirty diaper. Lane would be lying if she claimed she hadn’t found it funny, watching her step-sister toddle around with a load in her diaper, unable to change herself, or even ask for one, having to wait for her mother to decide she was ready for a fresh diaper…

“Ava, no!” Lane thrashed under the bigger girl, sniffling. “Please!”

“I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold them,” Ava mused. “If it was me, I’d probably make it until we were in the car, on the road… Wouldn’t that be humiliating? Squirming there in the back-seat, filling your pants, bouncing along with every bump, knowing that, as soon as we get to my aunt’s place, you’re going to be taken to the bathroom for a change, and probably a spanking, since even you ought to be big enough not to do that…”

Lane’s cheeks warmed, her imagination going wild as she thought through that scenario, practically hearing Ava ask, “What’s that smell?” to make sure everyone was aware, seeing her step-mother glare at her in the rear-view mirror, shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment.

“I’ve always known you were just a big baby, though,” Ava continued. “I bet you can’t even hold it until we’re ready to leave. I bet you’ll poop your pants right here, in the nursery, without even bothering to ask to be taken to the potty. Even your dad will have to admit that’s something only a baby would do.”

“Ava, please!” Lane begged. “I-I’ll give you… umm…”

She wracked her brains, searching for something that might tempt the girl to take mercy on her, but nothing came to mind. More than likely, it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway… She had a feeling, either way, Ava still would have jabbed her finger into her bottom, shoving the first suppository in. Lane groaned, positive she could feel the thing gliding up inside her, pushing its way up to turn into a time bomb in her tummy, made all the more dangerous by the second one Ava added to join it.

Ava didn’t even give her any privacy for the shameful act they both knew was brewing. She stayed, watching like a hawk as Lane blushed and pretended to be interested in her rattle, since there was nothing else to draw her attention away from her vengeful step-sister, or the growing rumble in her stomach.

Even knowing it was on its way, the first cramp still took her by surprise, both with how quickly it happened, and how strong it was. She did her best to hide it, to keep Ava from being able to tell her plan was working, praying the girl would get bored and go back to her own room, but she had no choice, really… She had to squeeze her legs together, as much as she could in the diaper, had to clamp her hand down, or else she would have lost control right then and there.

“Looks like I was right,” Ava grinned.

“Ava…” Lane sniffed, then shook her head defiantly. She wasn’t going to let the girl get to her. She was older, after all, and no matter how she felt in this moment, sweating and wiggling on her back and fighting not to poop her pants, she knew she was smarter, too. “Daddy!” she yelled. “Mom!”

Ava’s eyes widened for a second, but no longer. “I’ll check on her!” she called, as she grabbed Lane’s feet, holding them up and away from each other. “Did you really think that would work?” she smirked, looking down at the shocked girl.

Lane squirmed, trying to kick free of her step-sister’s grip, realizing, in that position, the next cramp was going to be far harder to get through without… And, before she could even finish the thought, it happened. She tried to close her legs, but Ava only spread them further apart, watching with glee as Lane whimpered, feeling the warm, mushy mess start to slide out into her diaper without her consent, slowly but surely spreading through the whole, massive garment, causing it to swell out, just to reach the limits of the onesie and be cradled tighter against her skin, making her ever more aware of the awful, mortifying thing she was doing, in full view of the person who had made it happen.

“Oh, Lane!” Ava exclaimed, loud enough for their parents to hear. “What did you do? Why didn’t you ask for help earlier?”

“Y-You can’t do this,” Lane grunted, still helplessly in the midst of filling her diaper. “I-I’ll tell them what you did, a-and…”

“And you think they’ll believe you over me?” Ava giggled, patting the ever-expanding diaper around her sister’s waist. “After they see this? You’re even dumber than I thought… You really do belong in these? But don’t worry, your big sister’s here to look after you, and teach you how to be a big girl… And make sure you keep having ‘accidents’ like this, until mom and dad decide it isn’t even worth it to let you have bathroom privileges for anything other than brushing your teeth and being given your baths… So you’d better get used to how this feels.” She gave the diaper another pat, harder this time, squishing the mush against the other girl’s bottom. “Because I’m going to make sure you never get to use the potty again… And, when mom and dad are at work, I’m going to be in charge of deciding when, or if, you get a change. Happy Easter, baby sis… Now that your new outfit is complete, I hope you like it. You’re going to be wearing it a lot more often, from now on…”

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Mistakes

There had been a lot of mistakes that led Celine to this point in her life, but the biggest one, by far, was trying to run away from them. More than likely, there was a way to do so that wouldn’t have landed her here, though, clearly, she hadn’t found it… And now, if she didn’t work fast, she never would.

She’d always wanted to be famous, but when her face finally showed up on the TV, it was attached to a story about all the money she’d been embezzling from work, and a plea for people to keep an eye out for her, and call the police if they saw her. It was pure luck that she’d decided to take a mini-vacation that week, travel to a spa at a neighbouring town, use cash instead of cards… She hadn’t even known she was close to being suspected, let alone nearly caught.

How was she going to get out of this? She didn’t dare go back home, or use her credit cards… She still had a little cash on her, but it wasn’t going to get her too far. She was going to have to think outside of the box for this one.

Fortunately, an opportunity presented itself almost right away, practically falling into her lap. She quickly turned off the TV as the masseuse she’d ordered came in, doing her best to enjoy it, despite the anxious thoughts running through her head. “You need more relaxation than I can give you,” the woman finally told her. “How much longer is your time off? I know a place, very private, but you have to commit to stay there for a while… I don’t think they have any short-term plans.”

Celine’s first question was, “Do they take cash?” As soon as the masseuse left, she was packing up and heading out, sneaking through the spa with her sunglasses on, praying nobody she passed recognized her from the news story that had just aired.

The building didn’t inspire a lot of confidence, but rather the opposite… It was a huge difference from the resort she’d just fled from, or even her fairly nice apartment back home. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse than somewhere she’d go to rest and relax. If nothing else, though, it was isolated, and not the easiest place to find, so, as long as she didn’t get murdered, it might still be a good place to hide out.

Once she was actually inside, it looked slightly less scary, but she still couldn’t imagine how it could help anyone with their anxiety… There were lots of machines, with lights blinking and the occasional beeping… And the woman who met her at the door was probably pleasant enough on her own, but surrounded by them, almost felt like a mad scientist.

“Oh, you want to go somewhere and relax?” she nodded. “I think I have just the place…” She hit a few buttons, then gestured to a door along one wall. Celine frowned, confused, and a little worried, but the woman seemed sincere enough, even after Celine opened the door slowly and saw a small closet there. “Just step through,” the woman urged.

Celine couldn’t help but wonder if this woman had seen that she was wanted, and was planning on trapping her in there until the police arrived… Or, maybe, she was just crazy. Either seemed a logical enough conclusion. “Go on,” the woman said. “It won’t hurt.”

She didn’t particularly want to, yet the woman was standing between her and the exit, and she didn’t think she’d be able to get past her. She was far enough away that Celine thought she could just step through to humor her, then get out before she rushed in and slammed the door shut on her. What would it hurt? Clearly, there was nothing, other than a few odd – but rather benign – looking pieces of equipment on the other side.

As soon as she stepped through, however, she discovered just how wrong she was. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, once she’d crossed the threshold, she was somewhere else entirely… She was so shocked by that, it took a few moments to process just where she’d wound up… And, by then, as the sight of the toy chests, playpens, high chairs, and changing tables, with a variety of children using all of them, sank in, it was too late.

“Oh, a new client!” a voice boomed from behind her. “How sweet!”

Celine spun around, eyes bulging as she saw a woman there… But this was no ordinary woman! She towered above Celine, far more than any human ever should; Celine wasn’t particularly tall, yet she’d never seen anybody this much larger than her. Or, she thought, glancing down at herself, had she gotten smaller? Looking around, everything she’d seen, despite being intended for babies, certainly looked like it was sized for her, and the other ‘kids’ began to look not so childish, despite their infantile outfits, and obvious diaper bulges.

Before she knew it, Celine had been scooped up, and, despite her protests, her kicking and screaming, her cursing, she was stripped, powdered, and diapered, her adult clothes replaced with a onesie and a huge, bulky diaper that nearly left her unable to walk. “I’ll excuse all this for now,” the giant told her as it easily ignored everything Celine was doing to try to get away, “but if it happens again, I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”

And that was exactly what happened. Celine, of course, wanted nothing to do with the giant women – and even teenagers – who could easily handle her like a toddler, dressing her up however they wanted, force feeding her, changing her diapers – or not, if she misbehaved – and putting her down for naps whenever they felt she needed them. She spent so much time in her crib, she quickly lost track of time, unsure how long she’d been stuck there, and whether or not it might be safe to head back home by then.

Even if it wasn’t, her main goal was to get back out that door she’d come in from, to get away from this awful place. She hadn’t seen so much as a plastic training potty since she’d wound up here, and real toilets were fast becoming a distant memory… She was expected – and given no alternative option – to use her diapers, and, to her horror, she quickly began doing so far more easily than she would have liked… She even began to develop a bedwetting problem.

She had been so certain that if she could just reach that door, she’d be free, especially since all the workers here seemed so adamant that she stay away, and just play with the other ‘babies’… She tried several times to reach it before, at last, managing it by stealing the dolls of a couple of the other women, and claiming that each of the victims had taken the other’s toy. The ensuing fight had distracted the ‘adults’ long enough for her to toddle over to the door, yank it open…

And find a broom closet on the other side. At first, she was stunned, confused, wondering if she’d made some kind of mistake… Then, recalling how mundane the last closet she’d gone into had looked from the outside, she tried stepping in. This one, it turned out, was just a broom closet.

Despite that, the giant who caught her was not happy with her, especially once the true story of the disturbance she’d caused came to light. “You can’t keep me here like this!” Celine stomped her foot. “I don’t belong here!”

“So,” the woman said, looking down at her sternly, “You want to go back, huh?”

“Yes!” Celine rolled her eyes. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you the whole time I’ve been here!”

“Well, lucky for you, you have a chance,” the woman told her. “We only have a few opportunities a year, usually for the holidays… We do a Dirty Santa game at Christmas for the babies, where one of the presents includes a ticket back to your silly world, but they aren’t allowed to unwrap their gifts until the end of the game… And if, by then, their little diapers are dirty, too, they forfeit their right to use it.”

When she’d first arrived here, Celine would have considered that fair… Anyone who couldn’t keep their diapers clean through a simple game surely belonged in this place. After seeing how far her control had slipped in the seemingly short time she’d been here, however, and knowing how being fed the wrong thing could make that even worse – and knowing that the workers had complete control over what was eaten – she had a feeling that particular game was rigged. Besides, as she pointed out, “Christmas is forever away!”

“Yes, I know,” the giant agreed. “But it isn’t the only holiday, is it? We also have Easter… We’re even more generous then. We have a big Easter egg hunt, and we put tickets in more than one of the eggs… Of course, you actually have to find them to get to use them. It’s very competitive, though. We always have it the day before Easter, because the next day, we dress all our little sweeties up in their cutest outfits, and lots of Amazons will come in looking to adopt… It’s usually our biggest adoption day of the year! And, cute as you are, I’m sure you’ll get snatched right up, even after we tell them what a naughty girl you are… There are some people who enjoy punishing bad little babies.”

Adoption… She’d heard the other victims here whisper about it, but she’d assumed it was a story, made up to keep them in line. Could it be true? She really didn’t want to find out… The only way she knew of getting back home was here, and even if the games were rigged, they were still her best bet. If she got adopted, and taken away from here, she might never escape…

“How far away is that?” Celine asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“It’s next weekend,” the woman smiled. “Oh, but we still haven’t punished you for your little stunt, have we? Well, we can’t go easy on you… Wouldn’t want to set a bad precedent… I think we’re going to have to confine you to a playpen during playtime for the next week or so.”

Celine had no idea what day of the week it was, so she couldn’t help but ask, “I-I’ll be out in time for the hunt, right?”

“We’ll see,” the giant shrugged.

She never got to find out… Despite doing her best to be on her best behavior, every tiny infraction earned her an extra day, or more, in her punishment, while she watched the decorations go up, knowing that the hunt was approaching, until, finally, the day arrived, and she was still there, sitting grumpily in her playpen, bottle in hand, bunny ears on her head, knowing that she was stuck.

She did her best with what she had, searching everything she could reach from the pen, hoping to find even one egg, even if, more than likely, it wouldn’t have the prize she so desperately wanted. It was almost worse that they’d put her into one of the smaller playpens today, intended to test obedience… Unlike the ones she’d spent most of her time in, she could easily step out of this one, yet, if she got caught, that was just inviting more punishments.

But… If she could find one of the winning eggs, it would be worth it, right? Even if they enacted that punishment before they let her use the ticket, one more spanking, or time-out, or enema, or line-writing session, would be worth it to get away before Easter, when she’d be running the risk of being adopted.

Were the giants even playing fair, though? She could see some eggs hidden far up on shelves, or light fixtures, well out of the reach of any of the babies. She had a feeling those were the ones that had the tickets in them… But, what if she was wrong? Nervously, she began sucking on her bottle, hating that it – and the pacifier that usually resided in her mouth – gave her so much comfort, despite knowing the juice would mean she was surely going to wet herself before long, reaching outside her playpen again, hoping one of the containers sitting on the play dresser might really have had an egg after all, one that she’d somehow missed.

They didn’t. She whined, bouncing on her padded bottom, watching everyone else running around. She knew this game was probably just as rigged as the Christmas one… If it somehow wasn’t, though, and she had to see another one of these babies win the prize she wanted so much, and know she’d had a chance at it herself, she’d never forgive herself.

Celine had made a lot of mistakes in her life… Until now, the biggest had been trying to escape from them. It turned out, the only thing she could do that was worse than that was trying to run back to them, to return home and face the consequences, if it came to that. She should have known the giants were watching her… They’d almost definitely made sure to keep her in her playpen while all this was going on to tempt her, see what she would do…

“Oh, good,” the giant giggled, snatching her up almost before she’d climbed all the way out, ignoring the girl’s pleas as she helplessly watched the room fade away as she was carried off, away from the hunt, and her one shot at ending all of this. “I’d hoped I’d get the chance to have fun with one one more time before you got adopted… Clearly, playpens aren’t enough for you, but don’t worry, we have plenty of other options… And I might just have to go through them all, to tell your new Mommy or Daddy what works best for you.”

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The Easter Spirit

“Did I what?” Ms. Kline scoffed, looking out at her class. “Are you serious?”

“I-I just thought,” the unfortunate student stammered, quaking under the eyes of his art teacher.

“I’m not three years old,” Ms. Kline said coldly. “I don’t decorate eggs. Do you?” She smirked as the boy squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. “Aww, how cute? Did you bring some pictures to show the class?”

She snickered, then blinked, sure she’d seen something dart across the corner of her vision; when she turned to look, it was gone. Shaking her head, she chuckled again and faced the chalkboard.

“All right, enough of this… Now, we were talking about the… impressionists, weren’t we?” She shook her head again, frowning at a strange feeling, and the low giggling coming from the room behind her. She shot the students a dirty look. “Do you want twice as much homework over your Easter weekend?” she demanded.

“Okay, so…” she picked up the chalk, trying to remember what she’d been planning to teach them. “Well, if you want to draw a bunny, then you just go like this!” It was so simple! Why did they need her for this?!

“Umm, Ms. Kline?” a student spoke up.

“What?” she spun, hearing an odd crinkling noise, fixing them with an icy glare. “Am I going too quickly?”

The student gave her a hurt look before shrugging. “Nothing, ma’am.”

“What would your Easter eggs look like, if you were big enough to decorate them on your own?” the first student asked.

“I’m plenty big!” Ms. Kline pouted, fidgeting at the sensation of warm liquid trickling into the thick padding between her legs. “And I can decorate Easter eggs real good! They’d look like this!” She began drawing, turning and giving her class a good look as her diaper began to droop more and more, almost in time with her speech growing more and more childish, never noticing the bunny ears on her head…

The Easter Bunny

“I can’t believe this!” Sunnie pouted, squirming at her desk. “I worked so hard on that!”

“I’m sorry, but this just isn’t acceptable work…. You’re a good student, but I’m afraid I just can’t give you a higher grade.”

It was all the worse because he was her favorite teacher, not least of all because he was relatively young, and if she was going to be honest, hot, compared to most of the other professors at college. She had to admit, she’d put off her paper a lot more than she should have, but she’d been sure it was better than the grade she’d been given.

“Isn’t there anything I can do for… extra credit?” she asked tentatively, biting her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure how he would take it… Or how she really wanted him to take it. She’d never done anything like that before, but if she was going to, he was the teacher she’d do it with… Then again, he might just have her write another paper, or something like that….

To her surprise, he looked her up and down, then asked, “What are you doing this afternoon?”

Sunnie’s eyes widened as she wriggled in her seat. “I-I have practice, but after that, I’m free…”

“Let me give you my address,” he said, writing something down on a piece of paper. “Meet me there as soon as you can.”

Sunnie’s heart was pounding for the rest of the day… She could hardly concentrate at cheerleading practice, and when she was done, she was so nervous, and excited, she decided to change out of her workout clothes into her uniform, rather than her regular clothes… She could pretend that was just what she wore to practice, and she knew there was a chance the uniform was part of the reason why he’d agreed to this in the first place…

When he answered the door, he was still dressed the same, and he didn’t seem quite as excited to see her as she’d expected. “Oh, good, you’re here,” he said. “Could you go to the first room on the right?” he asked, gesturing towards a hall. “I’ll be right there.”

“Okay…” she replied tentatively. It sounded much more matter-of-fact than she had expected… Did he do this sort of thing all the time? That certainly made the whole thing a little less exciting, but Sunnie still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, so she made her way down to the room, too anxious to pay much attention as she stood there, waiting in front of the bed. It seemed like an awfully small bed, making her wonder if this was a guest room or something. Was she not even good enough for his own bed?

Suddenly, she began to wonder if he was married. He’d never mentioned it, and she’d never seen a ring, but it was possible. She’d always just assumed he wasn’t – maybe because that’s what she wanted – but she honestly had no clue.

She was really starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing, but before she could convince herself to head back to the dorms, the door began to open… Bashfully, she watched him walk in, her doubts quickly melting away as she saw him again.

“Hello, Professor,” she giggled, playing with her hair. “Did you want to see me?”