A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 8

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Monica chuckled. “I don’t know if she would go for that.”

“But wouldn’t it be fun?” Sydney pushed. “Just one more time?”

She could see Monica’s face softening, looking back on all her old memories. “It would,” she had to admit. “I didn’t think we’d be done with it so soon… Not that I’m upset she found you, of course!” She smiled down at Syd. “I simply assumed it would take her much longer to find a little to adopt… Or that… Well…”

“What?” Syd asked, doing her best not to let her enthusiasm show through as she gently guided the conversation exactly where she wanted it to go. “Or that what?”

Monica hesitated, just long enough to make Syd worry she’d gone too quickly, made it too obvious what she was doing, before finally she shook her head, smirking wryly. “It sounds silly now, I know, but there was a part of me that thought she might end up getting adopted herself. She never has been good at cooking on her own, or doing her laundry, or… Most grown-up things, really. College has clearly done wonders for her, however.”

“Uh-huh,” Syd nodded, heart racing. This might be a difficult needle to thread… If she doubled down too hard, Monica might start to question how, or why, Syd had let herself end up under Hannah’s control in the first place, but she also needed to sow some doubt, to get the wheels moving. “I bet she can do all that super well now!”

“You bet, huh?” Monica smiled. “Doesn’t she do your laundry for you? I can’t imagine she’d make you deal with those big scary machines by yourself!”

“Not anymore,” Syd shrugged. “She used to make me do her laundry for her, though, because she’s the RA, so I hafta do what she says. And then, after she decided to adopt me, she had someone else start doing it for both of us.”

Monica’s eye twitched, ever so slightly. “She made you do it?”

“I didn’t mind!” Syd told her sweetly. “I was very good at it! And she’s very busy!”

“I’m sure you are,” Monica patted her on the head, “and I’m sure she is, but that feels like an abuse of her power, don’t you think?”

“I dunno,” Syd replied, wide-eyed. “I don’t know what that word means!”

“And if she trusted you enough to handle that,” Monica mused, mostly to herself, “then why…?”

“She made me help her study, too,” Sydney offered. “Because I got better grades than her. They were, like, really, really good!” She bounced in place, letting her diaper crinkle loudly beneath her. “I thought maybe she was jealous at first, but then they started to get worse, and I started to have accidents, and luckily, she was there to help take care of me!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Monica gave her a hug. “I’m so sorry… She shouldn’t have done that! That’s not the story she told me.”

“Well,” Syd hedged her bets, “maybe I’m not remembering it right… I have trouble with that, sometimes…”

“Poor thing,” Monica shook her head. “Don’t worry, dear, it’ll be okay… I think your idea is very clever…”

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Sydney couldn’t help herself. Monica had, for once, gone off to the kitchen on her own to make snacks for the evening’s festivities, leaving Syd and Hannah by themselves, a rare occurrence, especially since the conversation she’d had with Syd. Sydney also hadn’t been in the walker much after that, which was nice, but she did find herself missing it a little, almost craving the sweet sound of her special song.

“So,” Syd sidled up next to Hannah, “what’s the plan?”

“Hmm?” Hannah blinked over at her. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” Sydney rolled her eyes. “This is it, right? We have the big New Year’s Eve get-together tonight, and then people will probably be around tomorrow, and we leave the day after that, so if we’re going to do this, we should do it now.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hannah replied haughtily.

“Yes, you do!” Syd pouted. “The plan!”

“I only had one plan,” a grin began to spread across her face, “and it was to kill two birds with one stone, to get rid of the thief that’s been plaguing my floor, and give my family someone else to treat like a baby instead of me… And that has gone perfectly.” She gave Syd’s diaper – peeking out, as it almost constantly did, from beneath the hem of her dress – a poke, then a squeeze. “Look at you! Did you even notice how soaked you are? You must have been piddling non-stop since lunch! It would be awfully hard for you to sneak around when your diapers crinkle so loudly… If you were going back to college, that is.”

“I am,” Syd informed her.

Hannah snorted. “You really don’t get it, do you? I guess you aren’t as clever as you think… But isn’t that the case with all you littles? You believe you’re so big, and so smart… So why do you always end up in diapers, being treated like babies? You are staying right here… I asked Monica if she might consider keeping her nursery running full-time in the new year, and she said she was more than happy to do so…”

Sydney pretended to act shocked, to be at a loss for words. “You can’t do this to me!” she whined. “I’m not a baby!”

“Oh, please,” Hannah scoffed. “My whole family has seen what a baby you are, and there’s no way they’re going to believe that now, after seeing you the past couple holidays. And once we get you all dolled up as Baby New Year, that’s only going to seal the deal.”

“You’re right,” Monica interrupted, both of the girls turning to see her standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, a large, wooden spoon in one. “It will.”

Syd felt her squishy diaper warm at the sight, a part of her worried how much Monica had heard, which of them she was coming for as she strode across the room, Hannah shrinking back slightly out of habit. “I-I was just saying,” she spoke up, doing her best – and failing – to keep her voice from shaking, “It might be time to go ahead and get her into her outfit for tonight, so she can get used to it.”

“Excellent idea,” Monica approved. “Why don’t you go ahead and fetch it. You know where it is.”

“She can’t use mine,” Hannah pointed out. “It would be way too big for her.”

“Go get it,” Monica repeated, gesturing down the hall with her spoon.

“She can’t use mine!” Hannah’s tone started to transform into a whine. “We talked about this! I thought you were going to make her one of her own!”

“Hannah, you march right down there and get your diaper and your sash!” Monica demanded, suddenly far harsher than Syd had ever heard her, to the point where she was ready to obey herself.

“They’re not mine!” Hannah stomped her foot. “She’s the baby, not me!”

Sydney saw the wet spot forming on the crotch of Hannah’s jeans almost before Monica’s hand closed around the girl’s arm; she must have sensed that she’d messed up from the way her aunt closed the gap between them, marching across the living room, eyes blazing with anger to yank Monica over her lap.

“Aunt Monica!” Hannah squealed, feet kicking frantically. “You can’t do this! You don’t understand!”

“I understand perfectly well,” Monica replied. “Sydney told me all about the way you acted as an RA… I should have known that the moment you got any shred of power, you’d misuse it.”

“No!” Hannah groaned, wriggling helplessly, Monica easily keeping her pinned across her legs, unable to escape. “She..! Ow!”

Even Syd flinched as the spoon smacked down loudly across the bigger girl’s backside, tears immediately springing to Hannah’s eyes. “You know I don’t like to have to do this,” Monica lectured, “but you’ve shown me I have no choice in the matter. Apparently, this is the only thing that gets through to you.”

“Ouch! Stop!” Hannah wailed. “A-At least don’t spank me in front of her!”

“You’re lucky I don’t let her spank you herself,” Monica countered. “Now go on, get up.”

“A-Am I done?” Hannah blinked, stumbling obediently to her feet, rubbing her bottom.

“Oh, definitely not,” Monica shook her head, reaching for the front of Hannah’s jeans. “But it’s time for these to come off.”

“Auntie Monica!” Hannah whimpered, trying to push the woman’s hands away. “Sh-She’ll see…”

“Yes, she’ll see that you wet yourself,” Monica said matter-of-factly. “I’m sure she already knows. And I can’t spank your bare bottom with these on, so they’re going to have to come off.”

Hannah gulped, staring down at her feet. “Y-You don’t hafta… I-I’ve learned my lesson! I-I won’t do it again!”

“You certainly won’t,” Monica agreed. “Because you are not going to be an RA anymore, young lady. In fact, you aren’t going to be a college student at all. I’ve called to explain things to them already, so the Dean of Students can find a suitable replacement for you, though you will go apologize to him in person when we drop Sydney off there.”

“She still gets to go?!” Hannah glared at Syd, but, by now, her pants were already around her ankles, the damp patch on her panties plain to see, which greatly decreased her intimidation factor. “Y-You don’t know about her! Sh-She…!”

“I am not listening to any more of your lies, young lady!” Monica silenced her with another swat of her spoon. “It’s going to be a long time before I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth!”

Syd watched, fascinated, as Hannah devolving into a blubbering little girl under the force of her aunt’s spanking, until, when it was over, she posed no resistance, obediently waddling, pants and panties around her ankles, down the hall to fetch the massive cloth diaper from the hall closet, bringing it back to the living room so that she could be pinned into it right in front of Sydney.

Next to the rest of her outfit, that was practically modest, however, as the only other thing she was given to wear was a sash bearing the words, ‘Happy New Year!’ slung across her chest just right to keep her breasts covered, while utterly failing to do the same for her diaper.

She looked very displeased when Syd strutted out of the nursery in her new, sparkly dress and matching heels, the ones that Monica had bought her when they’d gone out shopping earlier that day, and Hannah had chosen to stay home, thinking that when Monica said they were getting things for the party, she meant food. Syd had told Monica she didn’t have to do that, that she’d gotten used to the rest of the family seeing her as a baby, so what was one more holiday at this point, but Monica had insisted.

“What do you think?” Syd teased, giving the pouting girl in her diaper a pose and a wink. Hannah didn’t have to know that she was still in a Pull-Up underneath, that she didn’t quite trust herself to go without any protection; the effect would probably still have been the same either way, considering how huge Hannah’s diaper was in comparison. “She let me borrow this, too.”

She showed off the diamond earrings, and matching necklace, Monica had let her pick out from her vanity. “I told her all about how I saw you eyeing these, and the way you bragged about how you were going to steal them, and how she deserved it for how she always treated you like a baby… I can’t imagine why she’d ever treat you that way!” Syd giggled, intently eyeing the bulk of Hannah’s diaper. “It sure would be a shame if these went missing… She’d probably assume it was you, after she heard all that, even if she couldn’t find them…”

“Don’t you dare, Sydney!” Hannah fumed.

“Oh, Hannah,” Syd giggled, adjusting Hannah’s sash, leaning close to her ear as she did so, “just try and stop me.”

The cousins were, of course, confused when they arrived, and saw that Syd and Hannah had switched places. Monica had offered to let them know ahead of time, or call off the party altogether if Syd wasn’t comfortable with it, but Sydney was more than happy to hold court, telling them all her version of the story as she strutted around the living room, growing more and more used to her heels, as Hannah sulked in the corner in her diaper, getting instantly shushed any time she spoke up to defend herself. They all knew what a baby she was already, had been used to seeing her that way, so they were quite receptive to Syd’s tale, and to seeing the youngest cousin, back in diapers where she belonged to ring in the new year.

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Monica had bought Syd some more clothes, too, feeling bad about getting her all that baby stuff for Christmas now that she knew the ‘truth,’ though she promised she’d get plenty of use out of those gifts with Hannah, at least the ones that would work for a larger baby than they’d been intended for. Syd was in one of those new outfits for the trip back to school, a pair of trainers stealthily hidden beneath her designer jeans.

Maybe she should feel guilty, having picked out such expensive things… Monica hadn’t minded one bit, however, had encouraged her to do so. Besides, hadn’t she come here to rob her? Or that had been what she was told, anyway, even if Hannah may never have meant to follow through on it.

“If you need anything,” Monica told her, giving her a big hug, “you can call me, all right?”

“All right,” Sydney smiled. “I’ll definitely have to check in on Hannah sometime, at the very least!”

Hannah scowled, tugging futilely at the hem of her dress, trying to make it long enough to hide the bulge in her tights from the trickle of students walking past them to their rooms, eyeing their former RA and snickering.

“Auntie Monica!” Hannah whined, tugging at Monica’s dress. “You hafta check her bag! I know she took that necklace, and the earrings, and..!”

“Nice try,” Monica scolded, “but Sydney already warned me you wanted those, so if you don’t cough them up after we get home, you’re in for a long trip over my knee, and an even longer one into the corner!” She shook her head at Syd, who responded with a knowing, sympathetic look, as she did her best to hide her relief that Monica hadn’t asked to peek into the bag she’d also bought for Syd just to check. “If you ever want to visit, I’d be more than happy to have you back, too.”

“Sure,” Syd nodded. “That might be fun.”

Hannah groaned her disagreement, earning a swat on the bottom. “We’d better get going… I want her to visit all of her professors to apologize in person for any bad attitude I’m sure she showed them at some point or another. Say bye-bye, Hannah.”

Hannah crossed her arms defiantly, until she was given another smack on the diaper, this one far harder. “Bye-bye,” she mumbled.

“Bye-bye, Hannah,” Syd waved. “Happy New Year!”

She flopped down on her bed, satisfied, giggling to herself smugly until she heard a knock on her door. She hopped up to answer, thinking it could be Monica, having forgotten something.

Instead, it was Amber. Instantly, Syd felt her face warm and tilt downwards towards the floor, remembering how the Amazon had caught her, had started off this whole chain of events. “H-Hi,” she managed to say. “D-Do you need something?”

“I was just coming by to let you know that Hannah is going to be… indisposed… next semester,” Amber replied. “So I’ve been asked to take over as the RA for this floor. And I’m going to be keeping a very close eye on you… If I hear a single complaint about you, or I see one stain on your sheets as you’re coming back from doing your laundry, I’m sending you straight to the littles’ dorm… After I spank you and diaper you myself.”

Syd wished she could believe she had nothing to worry about, and, prior to Thanksgiving, she probably wouldn’t have… The warmth that began to spread through her Pull-Up from fright as the song from the walker began to play in her mind to comfort her, and the almost irresistible urge to slip her thumb into her mouth made her less certain that was going to be the case, even before she closed the door, sat down at her desk, feeling a far too familiar mushiness in the seat of her pants.

She’d spent weeks eating babyfood and drinking breastmilk, being treated like a toddler… Even after she’d revealed the ‘truth’ to Monica, and they’d put a stop to that, as much as they could without alerting Hannah and spoiling the New Year’s Eve surprise, there hadn’t been enough time to totally reverse all of the damage that had done, if that was possible at this point, though of course she’d claimed, to Monica, that she was just about there, to ensure she would allow her to go back to college on her own.

She’d thought she’d have plenty of time to recover on her own… Now she was going to have to go through that under the nose of someone who hated her, who had caught her stealing from her, who wanted nothing more than to have a reason to send her off to the littles’ dorm to go back to being treated like a baby, full-time, with no hope of talking her way out of it like she had with Monica, no easy scapegoat like she’d had with Hannah, no way to explain away her accidents besides telling the whole story, which she suspected was not going to get her much sympathy once she said why she’d had to go along with Hannah’s plan in the first place…

Maybe, she thought, squirming in her messy pants, thumb finally sliding between her lips, she should have stayed with Monica and Hannah after all…

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Hostile Takeover

“Are you sure about this?” Bryn asked uncertainly, though Jayda could tell from the way her wife was squirming in her seat as she laid out her plan how much she liked it, how quickly the horny wheels in her mind were turning. “We can make this work?”

“Absolutely,” Jayda confirmed. “Trust me, I’ve run the numbers, and unless something catastrophic happens, there’s no reason we should have any issues.”

“But, like…” Bryn frowned, “is this a responsible thing to do? Are we…?”

“Bryn,” Jayda gave her a kiss, “this is exactly what we hoped for, isn’t it? Why we started this whole thing up together? So we could rely on one another?”

Bryn nodded. “Well, yeah… This isn’t quite…”

“No,” Jayda agreed. “But we never thought it would take off this much, either. Since it has, why not take advantage of it? Think about it… A whole year off… And the other one will still be around, so if there’s a disaster, they can step in; outside of that, though, they can fully immerse themselves in the role… You can’t tell me you don’t want that.”

“Well, of course I do,” Bryn admitted. “Who’s going to go first? Should we draw straws, or…?”

“Nope,” Jayda smirked. “It was my idea, so I get to decide, and I want it to be you.” She gave Bryn another kiss, reaching down to begin unbuttoning Bryn’s shirt. “And I think we should start right away, young lady. You are up way past your bedtime.”

“But…” Bryn pouted, earning a smile from Jayda as she wondered if the woman even knew whether she was falling into her new role already, or if it was just natural. “It isn’t the new year yet!”

“It’s close enough,” Jayda shrugged. “Or are you going to be a naughty girl and argue with Mommy? I’d be more than happy to send you to bed with a sort bottom.”

“Mommy!” Bryn squealed, but, again, there was no doubt how much she was enjoying this, how much it was pressing her buttons.

She was, after all, the perfect sub. She was so cute, and sweet, and innocent… Jayda had always found it strange that she insisted she was a switch, that she wanted to be the domme now and then. Jayda entertained the notion, let her play at it… But, one day, as they’d been sitting in the office they shared as co-CEOs, she’d come up with this plan to finally make Bryn recognize where she belonged, what her place was. It wasn’t that she minded running the company with her… At this point, she could do it all herself, though, and that meant Bryn was free to do whatever she wanted… Or, rather, whatever Jayda wanted.

“One year,” she’d pitched it. “Each of us is going to spend one year as a full-time sub, not even going to work, just doing anything the other chooses for them. Then, at the next New Year’s Day, we’ll switch, and the other will take over.”

It was a larger scale version of something they already did, alternating weekends. Jayda usually went first then, too, and Bryn would often just copy her ideas, further proof that she wasn’t cut out to be in charge. This time, however, Jayda wasn’t going to give her a chance to have her turn. By the time Jayda was finished with her, she’d never be able to think of herself as domme again… Or even an adult.

A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 7

“I’m fine, Auntie Monica,” Sydney said after a moment, unsure if she was doing the right thing or not. Something definitely felt off… But maybe that was thanks to the day she’d had so far, and the night that had preceded it. If she was wrong, and she betrayed Hannah for no reason… Well, things could get very awkward back at college, assuming they were both able to return. “I’m all done….”

She just had to hope for the best, hope that things weren’t quite so final and apocalyptic as her choice of words accidentally made them seem. And, as much as she hated to admit it, that wasn’t too hard to do, as Monica gave her tummy a tickle, and she felt herself let out an involuntary giggle. It was an embarrassing way to spend her Christmas break, but it wasn’t all that bad…

Some part of her wanted to say something to Hannah, to hint to her that she knew what was going on, as the girl continued to pawn her off on her aunt, letting the woman take care of her more and more. She would have liked to give her a wink and come up with a sly, coded way to convey that she understood, that she knew she was being the distraction… It was difficult to find a way to do that, however, when every time she attempted to think too deeply about that, or anything, her mind, instead, began to play the song from her walker.

There was no escaping from her crib during the night, not with the triple-diapers Monica insisted she wear after the incident the first night, nor with the baby monitor always there, ready to tattle on her if she made too much noise. There was no escaping right under the nose of her Auntie, either, not when she was constantly watching, cooing over every tiny thing she did that she found so adorable, noticing when she used her diapers sometimes before Syd fully did, pulling her over to give her padding a pat to decide if she needed a change yet, or could wait…

And she was definitely using her diapers. She didn’t have a choice in the matter, not with Monica on the case. It was rare for her to be around only Hannah, or for her to be close enough to Hannah to try to whisper to her, to ask her to sneak her to the bathroom, without running the risk of Monica overhearing.

Her diet didn’t help matters, either: oatmeal, breast milk, juice, and baby food just guaranteed that she had plenty to fill her diapers with at any moment, and that, when her body decided it was time to do so, there wasn’t a lot she could do about it. She couldn’t pretend that didn’t worry her at least a little, how easily and often she seemed to be losing control, but so long as she could blame it on what she ate, for the most part, and knew that she didn’t really have any other options other than using her diapers, it didn’t bother her as much as perhaps it should have. She was selling the cover story to Monica, that was all!

It was fun, too, to have Monica help her with some basic crafts, putting together little gifts for the whole family. If Hannah wasn’t letting her help with their real objective, at least these kept her busy while she waited for Christmas. She got to help wrap presents as well, even if her job was mostly picking out which paper to use on which box, and holding the tape dispenser for Monica.

Christmas Eve was fairly quiet, compared to Thanksgiving, though the cousins did come over for supper. Somehow, Syd felt more nervous this time around, seeing them for a second time, maybe because of how few people there were, how much she appeared to be the center of attention.

“You’ve made so much progress with her already,” Candice told Hannah, bouncing Sydney on her lap. “Just in the few weeks since last time!”

Syd wanted to be insulted, but she reminded herself it was a good thing if she was convincing everyone of that. It was her job, after all… And just because the oldest cousin believed it didn’t mean it was true, necessarily.

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Aida teased Hannah.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of it,” Monica pointed out. “Not that I mind, of course… It’s been nice having a baby around.”

“You mean other than Hannah?” Cameron stuck his tongue out at her from across the living room.

Hannah glowered at him, crossed her arms. “I’m not taking your bait,” she replied haughtily, before doing exactly that. “I’ve been taking care of Syd, who really is a baby, so how can I be one?”

“Except, you haven’t been, according to Aunt Monica,” Candice said.

“Maybe here!” Hannah defended herself. “It’s all me when we’re at school, so excuse me if I want some time off when I have someone to help me out!”

“Now, now,” Monica raised her hands. “You know I love looking after the little angel. No need to get snippy. You’re going to get her all agitated, and she needs to get to bed soon, or she’ll still be awake when Santa comes, and you don’t want that, do you?”

It took Syd a second to recognize she was the one being spoken to by the end of the speech, and to shake her head. “Nuh-uh!” She didn’t really believe in Santa, obviously, but… Well, she’d heard stories about what happened to naughty littles who Santa caught still awake, and trying to catch him in the act, and she wasn’t willing to risk that just to prove herself right.

“Then let’s go!” Monica scooped Syd out of Candice’s lap, carrying her around to all of the cousins for a goodnight hug and kiss on the forehead before carting her off for a diaper change, and to be tucked into her crib. “Goodnight, Sydney,” she whispered to her, stroking her hair. “Dream a lovely dream of a merry Christmas.”

She did hold out a shred of hope that she’d get something grown-up for Christmas, though, of course, that would only have happened if Santa was real, and knew to drop off her presents here. Hannah wasn’t stupid enough to give her any of those in front of her aunt, and Monica definitely wouldn’t get her any. Indeed, the huge pile of presents that awaited her under the tree were baby toys and cutesy outfits, an almost overwhelming amount of either.

A pang of guilt hit her in the middle of unwrapping them, as it occurred to her how much Monica must have spent on this. Hannah had bought her some, too, to keep up their cover, but most of them came straight from Monica, or, according to the tag, from ‘Santa’, whose handwriting looked suspiciously similar. Whether she found the opportunity to snatch anything else herself, it felt like she’d already robbed Aunt Monica, seeing all these gifts.

When they were all finished, there was barely time to play with any of her new toys before Monica took her into the nursery, with the promise of, “One more surprise.” How she’d found time to put it there without Syd noticing, Sydney didn’t know, but there was another wrapped box sitting on the changing table, and when she tore off the paper, she found a dress inside.

“This one is special, Monica told her. “It’s what I measured you for, at Thanksgiving. I thought you could be our little elf, once the rest of the family gets here.”

It was impressive, knowing Monica had made the dress herself, as well as the discovery that it wasn’t a dress at all, but a romper, the attached shorts, with snaps handily running along the crotch, hidden beneath the poofy tutu skirt. The whole thing was made to look like an elf’s outfit, a red and white striped shirt beneath a green jumper with a black belt around the waist, all one piece, with a headband adorned with a giant red and white bow to finish it off.

“Can you do that for me?” Monica asked after a few moments, giving her time to take it all in. “I know it’s a big job…”

“I-I can do it,” Syd nodded. “Th-Thank you…”

Monica beamed proudly, dressing Syd up, then taking her back out to the living room to greet the rest of the family as they filed in and filled the space. It was a lot of names to remember, but Sydney did her best to keep them all straight so that, when it was time to pass out the presents, she could get them all to the right people.

Her reward for all that – besides the diaper pats she got from nearly everyone when she waddled back to the tree after hanging them their gift, with extras after they opened the ones from her and saw her finger-paintings, or macaroni art, made just for them – was, she’d assumed, Christmas dinner. Monica had been busy finishing that up while everyone else unwrapped their presents. With so much chaos, and so many people, it would have been the perfect opportunity to do some sneaking around, if she hadn’t had another job to do.

By the time she was done, Monica was back to take her to her high chair, where her mouth watered, staring at the table full of food spread out in front of her. Her tummy rumbled, feet kicking in excitement, all those meals of baby food and breast milk about to be worth it, if this was anywhere as yummy as Thanksgiving…

And then, Monica set down a bowl of mush and a bottle of milk in front of her. Syd blinked up at her in confusion, betrayal. “B-But…” she whimpered, hands stretching grabbing for the food well beyond her reach.

“No, sweetie,” Monica chided. “Don’t you remember what a big mess you made after Thanksgiving? Your tummy isn’t ready for grown-up food! This is way better for a growing girl like you!”

“No!” Sydney squealed, hitting her hands on the high chair’s tray. “I want real food!”

“Sydney,” Monica narrowed her eyes slightly. “I know today has been a lot, but I don’t want any tantrums…”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum!” Syd fumed. “I just want real food! It’s not fair! Mommy!” She pouted up at Hannah, seeing her make her way into the dining room. “Tell her!”

For a moment, she thought it would work, that Hannah was going to take her side, until the girl sighed and shrugged. “Syd, honey, she doesn’t want to feed you right now, in front of everyone… It’s just as good from the bottle.”

“N-No!” Sydney’s face turned bright red, hating that everybody thought she was getting so fussy because she wasn’t being breastfed. “I-I want..!”

“There it is, right on schedule,” Candice observed. “It wouldn’t be Christmas without a meltdown, would it, Hannah?” She smirked pointedly at her younger cousin.

“All I want..!” Syd tried again.

“We all love you,” Monica told her, “but that doesn’t mean we want to hear this all meal. Come on, let’s get you down for a nap.”

“Nooo!” Syd groaned, getting lifted up out of the high chair, carried to her nursery, sulking all the way, knowing there was no chance of getting to taste Monica’s food now.

“All right,” Monica smiled, seeing her pouting face after putting her into a fuzzy, footed sleeper. “You can have a little before I go eat with everyone else…”

“I-I didn’t…” Syd sniffed, watching the larger woman unbutton her sweater. “I-I don’t…” But as soon as Monica lifted her up to her chest, her instincts took over, and she was reminded of how much, embarrassing as it was to admit, she really did like her milk. It wasn’t quite as good as an actual Christmas dinner; it wasn’t as bad as substitute as she would have expected, however.

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That should have been the worst of it, the beginning of the end of this scheme. A little over a week from now, they’d get to go back to college, and Syd would finally see if all this had been worth it, what Hannah had managed to steal while Syd had been distracting her aunt.

Her first indication that maybe that wouldn’t be the case came that very evening, after everyone had gone home, and the three of them were cuddled up, watching their final Christmas movie in the soft glow of the fireplace.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to have space for all of her presents in our room on campus,” Hannah observed, stroking Syd’s hair, while, simultaneously, talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room.

“That’s part of looking after a little one,” Monica shrugged. “They have a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Hannah sighed. “I guess I didn’t realize it was this much…”

“So, you didn’t think it through all the way before you acted?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Can we not do this right now? I’m just saying, I might need to leave some of it here…”

“And how do you think she’s going to feel about that?” Monica asked, nodding at Syd. “You know how they get… She just got all of those things, and she won’t be happy about leaving any behind…”

“Well…” Syd could tell right away from the shift in Hannah’s tone that something was going on. “I guess the only other choice would be to leave her here… You have more than enough space…”

“Wh-What?” Syd blinked, turning back to look at Hannah, just to have a pacifier pushed into her mouth.

“Don’t joke about that,” Monica admonished. “She doesn’t understand that you don’t mean it.”

As much as she knew that was an insult to her maturity, Syd had to admit it was correct… She couldn’t tell for certain if Hannah was being serious or not. As much as she’d been leaving Syd’s care to Monica, it did seem like she could be planning on pawning her off on her aunt full-time, at least until college was over… Or, perhaps, even beyond… Syd gulped, wiggling her bottom, feeling the dampness of her diaper, thinking of how much she’d regressed already, in the short amount of time she’d been here. After a few more months, by the end of the next semester… How much of her adult self would be left?

But Hannah didn’t really mean it anyway, right? They were partners… She wouldn’t abandon her here… Unless this had been her actual plan all along, a way to get rid of the thief who had been plaguing her hall…

And, as the days went on, as New Year’s approached, Hannah kept dropping hints, kept bringing up the idea of Syd staying behind when she returned to college, Monica’s replies growing less and less dismissive of it each time. If this kept up, if this wasn’t a joke, then by the end of Christmas break, Syd wasn’t sure Monica wouldn’t take her up on it, wouldn’t be happy to continue to look after her, the way she had been since she’d arrived.

Or… Was this still the original plan? Was Hannah just reminding Monica of how much Syd ‘needed’ her to look after her, to keep her distracted? All this time in the nursery might be making her paranoid, and they were so close now, Syd didn’t want to ruin things if she wasn’t certain…

Monica did hand her what might be the perfect opportunity, however, one evening. “This will be so fun,” she told Syd. “We haven’t had a new New Year’s Baby in a long time! Do you think you can stay up until midnight? That’s awfully late…”

Of course she could; she stayed up late all the time at school! Not for a while now, no, definitely not while she was here, but it wasn’t like she’d lost the ability, if she wanted to try!

Did she, though? “Was Mommy the New Year’s Baby before?” she asked innocently.

“She was,” Monica smiled. “I’ll kind of miss that, honestly…”

This was it… If she truly believed Hannah was up to no good, this might be her last chance to do something about it, to turn the tables… Or to try to help Monica, who, really, had been very nice to her, considering what she’d been told about her. If she was wrong, she might be making things worse, for both of them… She squirmed, thinking as hard as she could before the walker’s song came in to wash away those big girl thoughts. What should she do?

Should Sydney…

Suggest that Hannah be the New Year’s Baby one more time, for old times’ sake?

Try to warn Monica about Hannah’s plan?

Or agree to be the best New Year’s Baby she can?

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New Year, New You

Shayla gasped, eyes popping open at the sensation of being dragged across her bed, thinking, for a moment, that she was being kidnapped, only to see her stepmother.

“Wh-What’s going on?” Shayla shook her head, which was still a bit fuzzy from the drinking she’d done earlier in the evening.

“You know what you did,” the woman hissed.

“Hey!” Shayla struggled as she was pulled over the woman’s lap. “H-Hey!” she squealed, voice going exponentially higher as she felt her shorts being tugged down. Despite her stepmother’s insistence, she wasn’t certain what this was about… Sure, she’d had some alcohol, but not only was she over twenty-one, it was New Year’s Eve! Or, rather, it had been… It must, technically, be New Year’s Day now, since she’d watched the ball drop, and then, apparently, dozed off in her bed, clothes still on.

Her stepmother was strict, yes; even she couldn’t blame Shayla for wanting to celebrate the holiday, though, could she? And yet, here Shayla was, feeling the cool air against her backside, seeing the woman hold up a heavy, wooden hairbrush.

“I’m sure you think you’re too old for this,” the woman said, “and that I ought to ask your father… But I am your mother now, young lady, and I can’t allow you to get away with this behavior.”

“I-I didn’t do anything!” Shayla whimpered, eyes bulging as her panties were lowered as well, earning a giggle from behind her. She turned, even more mortified at the sight of her stepsister standing there, watching the whole thing… And baffled at what she saw the girl wearing, although she didn’t have the opportunity to say anything about it before the hairbrush crashed down on her bare bottom.

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Taryn’s heart pounded as she heard her mother’s car pull into the driveway, knowing that this was her last chance to change her mind. She squirmed, diaper crinkling, mostly confident that her plan would work, but not completely… And, to be perfectly honest, not sure if it would be more fun if it did, or didn’t.

“Good morning,” her mother told her, walking in the door. “What are you doing up? Wait, what are you wearing?!”

Taryn fidgeted, tugging at her t-shirt, blushing, not having to do much acting. She wasn’t that embarrassed at her outfit, since she wore it whenever she had the chance, though letting herself be seen in it was something else entirely, something she had far less experience – none, in fact. Having a mother – single until fairly recently – who was a nurse, and who tended to work long hours, like she had tonight, made that easier… And had given Taryn access to her first diapers, before she’d bought some cuter ones online.

“What is going on, Taryn?” her mother demanded. “Why are you dressed like a two year old?”

“I-I didn’t want to!” Taryn sniffed.

“Well, of course not,” her mom said; if only she knew. “So why are you?”

“Sh-Shayla made me do it!” Taryn whined. “Sh-She had a party, a-and she said she needed a Baby New Year, a-and I was the smallest, so…” Taryn fell silent, staring down at her feet.

“Oh, sweetie,” her mother pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry! She shouldn’t have done that! Any of that…”

Knowing her mom couldn’t see it, Taryn allowed herself a sly grin. “A-And she told me I wasn’t going to get my big girl clothes back until I finished cleaning up after her party… B-But when I did, she was asleep, so I-I didn’t know what to do!”

“It’s all right,” her mother promised. “You did the right thing… Mommy will take care of everything…”

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Shayla had never experienced anything like this before… She didn’t know if that made it better or worse, if she should be grateful she didn’t have any memories of it from the past to make her feel even more childish as she writhed and bawled across her stepmother’s lap, or if having some idea of what it would be like would have at least prepared her for the sensation of enduring swat after swat, feeling her bottom warm and swell, turning bright red from the punishment, Taryn standing behind her the whole time, practically bouncing up and down in what looked an awful lot like a diaper…

She had no concept of how long this would go on, of how much more she’d have to get through, and that just amplified the helplessness of the situation, the hopelessness. It already seemed as though everyone at her father’s company looked down on her, thinking she’d gotten her position because of who she was… She could only imagine how much glee they’d get from this, seeing her wiggling in her chair, unable to sit still, the older ones very possibly recognizing her motions from getting spankings of their own, when they were younger.

At last, it stopped, Shayla remaining collapsed over her stepmother legs, attempting to compose herself, for a minute or two, listening to what was going on above her faintly, more like something that was going on in a television show than real life.

“I assume she has more than one of those,” her stepmother said. Taryn must have nodded, since Shayla didn’t hear anything, yet the woman went on anyway. “Can you go fetch me one?” Shayla heard the pitter-patter of her stepsister’s tiny feet, though, in the moment, she was in no condition to ponder where this was going, or even put together what they were talking about.

At least, not until the girl returned, tossing something onto Shayla’s bed. Shayla had recovered enough to turn, to look at it, nose wrinkling as she asked, “What is that?”, her expression betraying the fact that she already knew – or suspected she knew – the answer.

“Don’t play dumb with me, young lady,” her stepmother scolded her. “You wanted a Baby New Year, huh? Well, considering the way you’ve acted, I think that sounds like something you’re far more qualified for.”

“Huh?” Shayla furrowed her brow. “I-I don’t…”

“Do you need another round?” her stepmother raised the hairbrush, Shayla shrinking back. “I didn’t think so… Pick it up, Shayla.” Reluctantly, Shayla reached over, fingers closing around the garment, feeling the plastic crackle, the padding compress slightly. “Now, you’re going to ask me to put it on you… And, if I don’t believe you actually want it…” She tapped the hairbrush against her open palm, the sound of the impact hanging heavy over the room, speaking louder than any spoken threat could have.

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Taryn didn’t hate Shayla… She had, in fact, been thrilled when she met her, had seen how much bigger she was than her, despite being so close to her in age. It was like all of her fantasies had come to life at once… A rich stepfather, who spent so much time away on business, as he was now, an older sister who could easily, if she wanted, force Taryn to be her doll, could dress her up however she liked, make her do anything for her own – or her friends’ – amusement.

Of course, just because that was what she daydreamed about didn’t mean that it was really going to happen. It definitely felt like their age difference was bigger than it was, with Taryn still in college, thanks to failing out of a couple classes, and switching majors multiple times, and Shayla having graduated and moved on to an entry-level position in her father’s company.

Taryn had brought that up, too, had told Shayla how much of a baby she felt like compared to her, joking about how she even had to still shop in the kids’ department for clothes since she was so small, laying the seeds to try to set up a trip to the mall, or a game of dress-up with some of Shayla’s old outfits…

Shayla had never taken the bait. “I’m not that much better,” she’d said. “My dad owns the place I work, and even with that, I only make minimum wage! I still have to live here because I can’t afford anything else!”

“I do, too,” Taryn had pointed out. “I’ve never even had a real job!”

“Yeah, but you’re in school still,” Shayla had brushed that off. “You’ll get there.”

Taryn knew she should be grateful, having such a supportive sister… But that wasn’t what she wanted! She wanted someone mean, someone who would make fun of her, push her around, treat her like a dumb little girl…

And if Shayla wasn’t going to do that… Well, maybe she’d have to take another approach. She’d never really considered it before, but when the idea had come to her, and so close to New Year’s, the perfect opportunity for her to work diapers into it, she’d had to try…

Judging by how well it was going, she’d made the right call. It was fun to wear diapers herself, to be the baby, but being on the other side, watching Shayla get paddled, knowing it was thanks to her… That was pretty cool, too. And now, seeing the girl pick up the diaper, blushing and squeaking… It was all she could do to keep from reaching between her legs, giving her own diaper a rub…

“Pl-Please,” Shayla pouted, holding the diaper out to Taryn’s mother. “Pl-Please, could you… Could you put me in this diaper? I-I really want to wear it… I-It looks so… comfy…”

“And she needs it!” Taryn couldn’t help calling out from behind her. “Because she’s a big baby!”

“That’s right,” her mother agreed. “Don’t you think so, Shayla? Aren’t you a big Baby New Year?”

Shayla sniffed, starting to turn to give Taryn a dirty look, only to be stopped with a light swat on her thigh by the hairbrush, forcing her attention to return to her stepmother. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” she sighed. “I-I’m a big Baby New Year…”

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“You little monster!” Shayla howled, thrashing helplessly in her high chair, the soft restraints stopping her hands and feet short, keeping her struggles contained. Her father, of course, got only the best, so it didn’t matter how hard she struggled, the chair wasn’t going to tip, or so much as budge from its spot. She was well and truly trapped… And she could feel her stomach churning already.

This couldn’t be happening to her… She was an adult! She didn’t deserve to be here, strapped to a high chair, wearing a diaper, socks, a bib, and nothing else, her tummy full of oatmeal that Taryn had told her, right before skipping off to school, had been dosed with fast-acting laxatives and a stool softener.

She knew Taryn was behind this, obviously… It had been clear – to her, though neither her stepmother nor father had believed it – from the start, especially once the diaper had been brought out, and she’d had to beg to be taped into it, with Taryn behind her, giddy, wearing one of her own. She must think they were stupid, they’d said. Why would Taryn lie about this? Why would she have put a diaper on herself?

The pink, plastic potty was sitting in the middle of the floor, taunting her. It was a poor substitute for the actual toilet, naturally, but it was miles better than her current alternative. She groaned and grunted, tugging at the restraint on her wrist again, hoping to see something show a sign of weakness, either the strap wound around her arm, or the one going to the highchair, or the highchair itself… As far as she could tell, she might as well have been sitting still like a good, obedient little baby, waiting patiently for the inevitable.

“I don’t want you making a mess,” Taryn had told her as she buckled them on – which was, Shayla saw now, the exact opposite of the truth. “There’s no time for me to clean you up after breakfast, and I’d hate for you to run around covered in oatmeal until your babysitter gets here.”

“I can clean myself up!” she’d whined. “N-Not that I’d need to if you let me feed myself!” She’d blushed, embarrassed she hadn’t gone to that first, that she was already getting so used to this treatment that she hadn’t defaulted to think of that right away.

But it didn’t matter anyway, and perhaps knowing that had been what had kept her from saying it initially. Taryn wasn’t going to miss a chance to spoon-feed her, even though the pipsqueak had to stand on a footstool to reach Shayla’s mouth when she was sitting in her highchair. And, when she was done, when she’d scooped out every bit of the white goop from the bowl, she’d revealed why.

It would have become obvious pretty quickly either way… She must have wanted to guarantee Shayla would have some extra time to dread it, to ensure she’d be on the lookout for the first sign, that she wouldn’t optimistically write it off as something else… Taryn wanted her to know from the start what the growing pain in her tummy was going to lead to…

It had been bad enough, meeting her new babysitter, knowing it was the daughter of one of the people she’d used to work with, having the girl smirk at her, eyeing her in her diaper, sizing her up. She was a couple years younger than even Taryn, to add insult to injury.

“Sure,” she’d said. “I can do it… It’ll be extra if I have to change poopy diapers, though. I can deal with them, but I’d rather not, if I don’t have to.”

“Perfectly understandable,” Shayla’s stepmother had said, shooting Shayla a meaningful look. “I think she’s still mature enough to not do that, at least.”

And Shayla had been so eager to nod her head, to agree, having not even considered that possibility until her sitter had mentioned it, the idea of it making her feel more tiny, more infantile, as she squirmed on the floor in her diaper and t-shirt. She’d had no intention of contradicting herself, of making that a lie…

But now, here she was, trapped in her highchair, gasping as a cramp hit her… And something started to happen. Her body pushed, and suddenly, there was something warm, and mushy oozing into her pants, growing rapidly, despite her best efforts to stop it. She couldn’t believe it… She was filling her diaper! Not only was that absolutely mortifying, she was also going to be in so much trouble when the babysitter got here, and told her parents that, on her very first day on the job, Shayla had already failed to do the one thing she’d promised…

It wasn’t her fault, of course; based on how things had been going, however, she had little hope of anyone actually believing her about that, or, after what she’d done in her pants, much else. She’d just proven what a baby she really was… Why would they trust a Pamper-pooping baby’s word about anything?

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Taryn poked her head into the nursery, an involuntary “Aww!” exploding from her mouth at the sight that awaited her there. Her formerly big stepsister was lying on the floor, legs in the air, coloring, glancing back over her shoulder to stare at Taryn from behind her pacifier. Her permanently padded bottom was on display, as ever, covered by only a pair of white, ruffle-seated tights, the t-shirt that made up the rest of her outfit nowhere near long enough to hide it, even if she’d been standing up.

It really was quite the transformation, Taryn mused… Barely a full month into the year, and there was no hint of Shayla’s grown-up side left, at least not looking at her now. She was the perfect image of sweet innocence, an oversized toddler through and through.

There was definitely a pang of jealousy, seeing how adorable she was, wishing it was her, instead. That was, in fact, why she was here… Thanks to Shayla’s father’s insistence on always having the best, they’d bought Shayla some of the thickest, puffiest diapers Taryn had ever seen, and Taryn wanted so badly to try them herself. Her last class of the day had been cancelled, so she’d thought she would get home during Shayla’s naptime, and could sneak in, grab one, hide them in her stash.

“Whatcha doing there, cutie?” she asked, stepping forward to get a peek at the girl’s coloring book, one of her other senses answering the question for her. She sniffed, giggling to herself as she knelt down to give her stepsister’s ruffled bum a pat, feeling a squish there, watch Shayla’s eyes widen, her cheeks darken.

Had she not known?! Had she been unaware of the mess she was making in her pants until now?! It was possible her bashful reaction, hanging her head and staring at the fluffy rug she was lying on, was at being caught, but it seemed like more than that…

Shayla had made an attempt to tattle on Taryn for stacking the deck against her the first time she’d pooped herself, though it was almost as if the act itself, coupled with a day being cared for by a younger babysitter, had leeched away years of maturity from her… And, if that was the case, by now she was practically a newborn. It had been so easy for Taryn to claim Shayla had willfully filled her diaper before Taryn had gone to school, and Taryn had simply restrained her to the highchair to keep her from making a mess trying to hide the evidence before her babysitter could arrive, since Taryn hadn’t had time to change her before heading to her first class.

“You knew you weren’t supposed to do that,” Shayla’s father had scolded her. “If you’re going to act like a spoiled little brat, then so be it… We’re going to pay your sitter her extra to change your stinky diapers, and you’d better believe we’ll be getting our money’s worth.”

Taryn still remembered how timid Shayla had looked, sitting there in her soggy diaper, pouting. “I-I’m gonna have to do that again?” she’d whined, not attempting to bargain her way out of it, or even throw a tantrum to get her way, just whimpering and sucking her thumb when her father told her yes.

Seeing her then, and now, Taryn couldn’t help wondering if she’d had it wrong all along. She had liked diapers on her own, but this was so much better… Maybe she was meant to be a big sister, instead.

She could have taken a diaper; nobody was going to believe Shayla over her if the girl told them she’d seen her stealing one. And she was still curious to see what they felt like… But, for now, she was satisfied giving Shayla’s another rub, feeling the mass inside squelch and spread at her touch.

“Shayla!” The stepsister both flinched at the sound of the babysitter’s voice. “You know it’s almost naptime! Why didn’t you do this before your last change?”

“I-I was about to clean her up!” Taryn hopped to her feet.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” the sitter said. “That’s my job… Besides, when she does it this close to naptime, it’s usually because she wants to stay that way, don’t you, naughty girl? She wants a little alone time with her poopy diapers.”

The look on Shayla’s face told Taryn all she needed to know, as she shared a knowing look with the sitter. It seemed Taryn wasn’t the only one who had learned to enjoy her new position in the family…

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A Normal New Year

“Well, go on,” Mommy urged. “You know you need your milk to help you grow up big and strong!”

Aphrodite glared at the woman, infuriated. “Just you wait!” she warned. “You’re going to regret this!”

“Of course, sweetie,” Mommy smiled condescendingly, as if she didn’t even understand what was being said…. Or she simply didn’t see Aphrodite as a threat.

That was more likely, really, because, apparently… She wasn’t. Aphrodite looked down at herself, at the bright, cute onesie she’d been snapped into, with its sleepy bears and smiling moons, and the diaper peeking out of the legholes, a far cry from her usual costume, a testament to how very far she’d fallen.

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It was supposed to be a team-up, one that was mostly charity on Aphrodite’s part, if she was being honest… But it was close to Christmas, so she was feeling generous. She didn’t need any help, and, if she did, it was simple enough to get some temporarily. In the rare cases she wanted something more permanent, there were definitely stronger villains she could turn to.

She wasn’t entirely sure what it was that Mommy did – and what kind of a name for a supervillain was that, anyway? – despite the pictures she’d shown her of heroes, dressed like babies, in her nursery. Was it mind control? Or something more?

Aphrodite was quite familiar with mind control… All it took was one look at her, in her skimpy costume, and people would fall in love with her, do whatever she said. She’d never thought to try this with any of her victims, but she was confident it would work. So, if that was what this Mommy was doing… Well, maybe she hadn’t agreed to it completely out of the goodness of her heart. She also wanted to make certain her territory wasn’t being horned in on.

It just felt like such a narrow focus… Aphrodite used her powers to convince people to do all sorts of things for her; was Mommy truly satisfied getting heroes into diapers? It would be a lie to pretend she hadn’t been amused by the photos, and that she didn’t appreciate how humiliating and degrading it must be for them, but how far could she really take that?

Then again, the video she’d sent to Aphrodite was quite convincing… The Valkyrie had, indeed, vanished, and it certainly seemed like the person in the video was her. If this Mommy was able to take down her… Well, there wouldn’t be many people she couldn’t defeat.

Aphrodite didn’t bother bringing in any henchmen. She didn’t keep any around on a permanent basis, anyway… It was so much more fun to create them at wherever she was going, forcing the people guarding the diamond she wanted, or who used to live in the penthouse she now resided in, to give her what she desired, or become her maid and butler… And, if Mommy had anything nefarious planned, it would be so much better to turn her own henchmen against her.

It looked more like a doctor’s office than a lair, only confirming, in her mind, how low-rent this whole thing was. She strutted in, finding a pair of nurses at the front desk, who seemed confused to see her, coming in out of the cold, clad it what amounted to a few strips of leather, leaving the majority of her skin on display. Had their boss not warned them? Or did they not work for her? Was Mommy just based out of the back of this place, but didn’t run the whole thing?

“I’m afraid you can’t come in here dressed like that,” one of them told her.

“Oh, can’t I?” Aphrodite grinned, pushing a button hidden in the leather strap wound around the palm of her hand, releasing the artificial pheromones she’d developed herself. The hardest part had been hiding the dispensers in what little costume she wore, though that was also necessary, ensuring that, once the chemicals hit, she’d be the first thing their eyes were drawn to.

And she definitely should be, here. The only alternatives were the other nurses, and their outfits looked pretty normal, something they surely saw every day… However, that didn’t seem to matter. “No,” the nurse said, seemingly completely unaffected. “You can’t. If you have business here, we can find something else for you to change into, but I’m afraid I can’t let you in here in that.”

“Yes, you can!” Aphrodite pushed the button again, watching the nurses walk out from behind the counter. “You can let me do whatever I want!”

“No,” the other nurse smiled, reaching out for her, “I’m afraid we can’t do that, either.”

The Naughty List

“Are you ready?”

Nyssa frowned for a moment, the words stirring something in her, although she couldn’t exactly say what. She felt like she’d heard them a million times lately, and yet, thinking back, she couldn’t actually recall what she’d said after, how she’d responded. That, paired with the goofy grin on her employee’s face, was enough to worry her slightly, which manifested, in the moment, as annoyance.

“Of course I am,” she scowled.

The other woman’s eyes widened, clearly having not expected that. “A-Are you ready… N-Nyssa?”

Again, Nyssa felt something, but the cadence of the words, the hesitance, didn’t sound quite… right… to her, despite not really knowing what she expected. “Excuse me?”

“I-I mean, Ms. Gataki!” her employee blushed. “S-Sorry!” Before she could get an answer, she scrambled away. She was new… Nyssa was pretty certain, especially after that, she wouldn’t be around for long. Nyssa didn’t have time to deal with that now, however… She had a meeting to get to.

It was a big deal, what they were trying to do, so it made sense they’d have to have a lot of meetings about it, to get everyone on the same page. Strangely, those were something else she couldn’t remember as well as she ought to. Her doctor had told her she was too stressed, and she assumed this was a part of that. It felt like her employees were always fighting her at every turn, which didn’t help, and, if she could have run the company without them, she would have already fired them, too.

They simply didn’t seem to understand that this was her app, her million dollar idea – which was about to become a billion dollar one, if they played their cards right – and she’d only needed them to make it for her, and get the word out. They appeared to think, because they’d done that, they had some say in how she used it… They were wrong.

“There she is!” her old college roommate, and head programmer, Elaine, exclaimed. “Sit down, Nyssa, we’re about ready to get started!”

Nyssa’s nostrils flared for a moment before she calmed herself, reminding herself that, if anyone deserved to call her by her first name here, it was Elaine. They’d known each other long enough, and before Nyssa had even come up with the idea. It still irked her, but if she was going to let it slide for anyone, it ought to be her.

She was a little more annoyed when Elaine took control of the meeting, asking, “Well, how are the preparations going?” before Nyssa could speak up. Elaine had always been louder than her, bigger than her – not that that was much of an accomplishment – and more friendly than her – which wasn’t, really, either – and that had helped them get their initial funding. She didn’t run this company, however, no matter how much she seemed to think she did.

“The new version of the app is almost ready,” one of the other programmers said, hitting a few buttons on his laptop and pulling up a view of it on the big monitor. It looked a lot like it always did, with its big button in the center, with Santa’s face on it and the smaller button with a lump of coal on it, and the big space at the bottom for ads. Santa wasn’t wearing his iconic hat, though, since it was out of season, and there were a couple extra buttons – one with Santa’s list, and one that was clearly a camera.

It had been such a simple concept… Nyssa was shocked nobody else had come up with it. Kids were always so afraid they might not make the cut, might have misbehaved too much over the year for Santa to bring them presents… So, why not let them tell Santa all about what they’d done, so they could see? All they had to do was hit the button with Santa’s face and confess, and Santa would tell them how naughty or nice they’d been, and tell them some things they could do to earn their way back onto the nice list.

And they almost all needed to… At first, Elaine had won out, telling Nyssa that, in general, kids weren’t that bad, but if Santa told them they were on the nice list right away, they had little reason to open the app again and keep checking, and, thus, have ads shown to them, which was, of course, the real reason any of it existed at all.

During the Christmas season, kids were using it all the time, telling Santa everything, checking back in to either hit the coal button to double check what they could do for penance, or mark them done, or, while they were there, to keep from getting in more trouble for not telling him the whole truth, updating their list of sins.

This year, however, Nyssa had decided they were doing something different, to keep kids from losing interest until the next holiday season. She wanted to encourage kids to keep using it year-round. She’d had Santa telling kids he was pretty sure they’d forgotten something, and adding on more naughty points for that, so they’d want to tell him as soon as they misbehaved, rather than waiting. Behind that new Santa’s list button, there was a ranking of the most naughty and most nice kids, so they could try to stay off the former, and on the latter, list.

And, to make sure everyone knew they were doing this, they were having a big New Year’s event, where they exposed the naughtiest person from the previous year, and star in a series of advertisements about their reformation over the coming year. Nyssa had wanted to make them be Baby New Year’s, but that had been a big fight, and, despite how close they were to the event, she wasn’t sure where they landed on it… Not that she needed to, since it was other peoples’ jobs to arrange that. The other employees seemed to think that would be ‘too mean’, which was something they’d said to her a lot.

“You can’t have them asking their parents to spank them!” Elaine had told her once. “If they think they won’t get any presents if they don’t, they’ll actually do it!”

“Well, they probably deserve it,” Nyssa had sniffed. She’d never been spanked as a kid, but she’d met plenty of children who clearly needed it.

“I’ve talked to Pampers, and they’re in,” one of the other workers spoke up.

Nyssa smirked; there was a battle she’d won… Apparently. After discovering a lot of kids were confessing bedwetting, or daytime accidents, Nyssa had reached out to the other company to partner up, to show those kids ads for diapers, and make wearing diapers a part of earning their way off the naughty list. Elaine hadn’t liked that either, claiming it wasn’t the kids’ fault.

“I never wet the bed,” Nyssa had informed her. “Or had accidents when I was older than a toddler. It wasn’t that hard.”

After news stories about friends of kids seeing those ads, or those punishment entries on the coal list, bullying them about it, everyone had wanted them to cut off their ties with Pampers, and it had been a huge battle, the end of which, like so many things lately, she couldn’t exactly recall… But, after hearing that report, Nyssa knew she’d won.

“The photo shoot went well,” another employee reported. She took over the monitor, showing an image of what was clearly Nyssa’s office, wrecked. Papers were everywhere, the trinkets from her desk thrown here and there… If she hadn’t just came from there, and known that wasn’t current, she would have been especially steamed. They’d obviously cleaned up, but she was still annoyed, starting to stand up and demand who’d given them permission to use her office, and do this to it.

And then the picture switched, and she saw… herself. The pictures were starting from the end, it seemed, because she was standing on her desk, kicking a pile of paperwork over, looking very much like a little girl in the middle of a tantrum… And, worst of all, there was a very obvious wet spot on her skirt, as if she’d wet herself.

She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably. She could remember, a few days ago, being embarrassed when she went home because she’d apparently put on the wrong skirt with her suit, and had been walking around, not quite matching, all day… And shocked to find she was in a pair of panties that looked more like something she’d worn as a kid than what she preferred now, that she assumed had been at the very bottom of her drawer, and she’d grabbed them without thinking, or noticing how thick the cotton was, how childish the little heart polka dots were. But now, here she was, in the right skirt, having peed herself in it, and the underwear she’d actually chosen for the day.

“We’re still finalizing the copy, but the pictures are perfect.” Nyssa watched in horror as her office turned more and more orderly, the wet spot on her clothes shrinking as the photos went back in time. How was this possible?! How had they gotten those pictures?! Had they found someone who looked like her, and faked it? Why?! Or… Was that what she’d been doing during one of her missing chunks of time?!

“Wonderful,” Elaine smiled. “And you found the right candidate for our new employee?”

“Oh, yes,” another worker grinned. “We just need you-know-who to sign her contract, but that won’t be any problem.”

Nyssa frowned. Were they talking about her? Why did they need another new hire? Or was it to replace the girl from earlier? She was clearly incompetent… She supposed it made sense that the other workers, who were around the girl more often, would have known that before her, and were preparing to find someone else.

“Great,” Elaine nodded, turning back to the other programmer. “And the webcams are in place?”

“Check it out.” He took control of the monitor again, showing off the app, this time moving his mouse over the camera icon, clicking on it and showing… Nyssa’s living room.

“She has her tree down already?” Elaine raised an eyebrow.

“She never had one up,” the other programmer shook his head. “So much for the Christmas spirit, huh? But I think the angle looks good. We can have her adjust it if we need to. I figure the playpen will…”

He started to move his mouse around the big empty space in the middle of the living room, but Nyssa couldn’t take it any more. “What the hell is this?!” she demanded.

“Nyssa, quiet down,” Elaine snapped, and, to her surprise, her next words were blocked, muffled by something in her mouth, something she felt herself sucking on subconsciously… Something that turned out to be her own thumb. She scowled, trying to pull it out, but couldn’t. “Did nobody trigger her?!”

“I-I tried,” the new girl raised her hand meekly. “I-I thought I had, but I guess I screwed it up…”

“It’s all right,” Elaine told her, while Nyssa struggled to yank her hand away from her face, and tell them all how not ‘all right’ this was. “Are you ready, Nyssa?”

Nyssa didn’t remember much after that… But they were in the crunch time now, so things were pretty hectic. She was just glad when it was New Year’s Eve, and she could dress up in her gorgeous ball gown and head into the office for their big event.

She milled around for a while, munching on snacks – more than she’d expected, to be honest, since it felt like any time she tried to pass one up, a nearby employee would ask, “Aren’t you hungry?” and she’d realize she was. Even stranger was the fact that none of them appeared to be eating, or at least not the same snacks as her.

“Hello, everyone!” she told the camera broadcasting the whole thing live. “I’m Nyssa Gataki, creator of the Naughty List app. I hope everyone used our app, and got all the presents they deserved this year! If you didn’t… Well, sometimes there just isn’t enough time in the Christmas season to make up for all the naughty things you do throughout the year. That’s why the Naughty List is going year-round!”

She smiled, waiting for the applause from her employees to die down before looking back at the teleprompter for her next line. “Now you know you won’t forget to tell him anything, because you can do it right away! And, to prove it works, we found the person who was the naughtiest this year, and they’re going to spend the year with us, getting reformed, by someone who knows exactly what it takes to get on the nice list… Mrs. Claus?”

She frowned, not sure what she was being told to talk about, until a large woman, one who dwarfed her, even in her heels, dressed as, indeed, Mrs. Claus, stepped out, and into frame with her. Nyssa squirmed uncomfortably, standing next to her, wishing she’d worn even higher heels, or padded her bra a little more.

“It isn’t just up to me, though,” ‘Mrs. Claus’ broke in, taking over from the anxious Nyssa. “We’re going to let you watch all of it, and you can vote on whether you think they’ve truly changed their ways or not. Won’t that be fun?” She nudged Nyssa, who let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, then, would you like to reveal who the naughtiest person of the year is, Nyssa?”

“I-It’s Ms. Gataki,” she replied reflexively.

“We’ll see,” the other woman smirked.

Nyssa looked around the room, wondering where she was supposed to gesture, who they’d found for this, before shrugging, hoping her workers were prepared, and starting to read again. “The naughtiest person of this year, who will also be our Baby New Year,” her eyebrows raised, feeling smug to see that, to know her employees had changed their mind on that, too, “is…” She paused, seeing her last line, stomach churning. “W-Wait…”

On the monitors, she saw clips of articles about the Pampers incident, of memos she’d sent about possible punishments for the app, the pictures from the photo shoot… “N-No,” she shook her head. “Th-That’s not true!”

“That’s right,” Mrs. Claus interrupted, as the live footage began to run again, her hand clamping around Nyssa’s arm, holding her in place. “The naughtiest person of the year is our very own Nyssa here! As you saw, she’s been a very bad girl… And, after being so mean to people who have accidents, apparently she has something to tell Santa, herself!”

“N-No!” Nyssa said defiantly. “Th-That wasn’t real! I-It was Photoshopped, I wouldn’t… I’ve never…” She frowned, feeling something strange… Without thinking about it, or being able to stop it, she felt her bladder giving way, felt her panties warming up, before a torrent of pee started to cascade down her thighs, soaking through her gown, forming a puddle beneath her. She didn’t have accidents, and this didn’t really feel like one anyway… It felt like she’d done it on purpose, but, obviously, she wouldn’t have done that on her own! Yet, there had been something in her mind, something triggered by what Mrs. Claus had said, that had forced her to.

“Nyssa!” Mrs. Claus scolded. “And right in your pretty party dress! Well, it’s a good thing the Naughty List is partnering with Pampers again… They made a special diaper, just for you!”

Nyssa watched in horror as a changing table was wheeled out, one more than big enough for her, stocked with stacks and stacks of huge, bulky diapers. Mrs. Claus grabbed one, showing it off to the camera. It had the Pampers logo proudly blazoned across the front, but it was far thicker than any baby diaper Nyssa had ever seen – not that she’d had much of a reason, without any kids, or nieces or nephews, or anything of her own – and the print was lumps of coal, angry looking Santa faces, pictures of lists with Naughty scrawled on top in red, and Nyssa’s name written at the very top. They clearly really had been made just for her.

“No!” she shook her head, stomping her foot. “I don’t need diapers!”

“This,” Mrs. Claus gestured to her dress, “and those pictures say otherwise. Now, while we get her ready, let’s see her new home for the year… Or longer, if you don’t vote to say she’s learned her lesson by the end of the year!”

Nyssa was no match for the bigger woman, getting stripped, lifted onto the changing table, and strapped down. She blushed and squirmed helplessly, having to look away as Mrs. Claus slid the fresh diaper under her, getting out a can of shaving gel. Instead, she saw the monitor, where they were showing her apartment.

She didn’t see the master bedroom, where she’d spent most of her time that day, before showing up here. The guest bedroom, on the other hand, was completely transformed, the bed replaced by a crib, and a changing table much like the one she was currently on, a rocking horse and chair sitting in opposite corners of the room. In her dining room, there was a huge high-chair; in the living room, from the same perspective as that webcam shot from the meeting, an oversized playpen.

During that part, she actually saw herself in the corner of the frame, walking by in a daze, not looking twice at the thing. That made some sense – she didn’t remember seeing it – but not a ton… Had whatever they done to her extended to there? Had they mesmerized her to keep her from seeing what they were doing?!

Whatever the case, she could tell, from that glimpse of herself, that the playpen was tall, big enough to keep her from escaping on her own. And, the fact that the footage from there seemed to be from the camera they’d been using in the meeting made her wonder if the same was true for the other rooms, if those were accessible from the app as well, and she’d interrupted before the programmer could show them off.

She gasped, pulled away from her thoughts as she felt the diaper being drawn up between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, feeling so thick, and bulky, and thoroughly infantile compared to her normal underwear. “N-No,” she whimpered, trying to push the woman’s hands away, but she was already working on the tapes, pulling the sides nice and snug before securing them in place, diapering the little CEO for the first time in decades.

To ‘complete’ her ensemble, Mrs. Claus pulled a red, cropped sweatshirt over her head. Nyssa could see there was something written on the front in gold letters, but, until she pulled it out a little, she couldn’t quite read it. When she did, she wished she hadn’t… All it did was declared her the ‘Naughtiest.’

Mrs. Claus lifted her down off the changing table. Standing there, without her heels, her padded bra gone with her gown, the outfit it had been replaced with doing nothing to hide her diaper, she felt smaller than she had in a very, very long time, which was making it very hard to figure out how to take control of the situation again, to prove that this was her company, and that she couldn’t be treated this way.

Before she could, the cameras switched back on, showing the world her new look. She blushed, trying to tug the shirt down low enough, then attempting to hide behind Mrs. Claus, who easily moved her back in front, making sure she was seen. “Now, Nyssa,” she lectured, “I’m going to be your Nanny for this next year, so I want you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don’t want to have to punish you… But, if I do, you had several ideas for how I should, didn’t you? I think it would be a great idea to try them on you and see how they work… Don’t you?”

Nyssa’s face was practically glowing as she fidgeted, feeling the diaper between her legs, forcing her into a bow-legged stance, crinkling with every tiny movement. “Y-You can’t do this to me,” she whined.

“We can,” Mrs. Claus assured her. “You signed the contracts to set all this up…” She had them waiting on one of the shelves of the changing table, and, sure enough, Nyssa recognized her signature instantly. “And doesn’t it make sense, sweetie? You get to be the face of your own company’s new advertising campaign!”

Her face, and probably her diapered bottom, were going to be splashed everywhere… “No, no, no!” she stomped her feet, the only thing she could think of to do in the moment.

“Oh, dear, another tantrum?” Mrs. Claus tutted. “Well, I suppose it’s only natural… You’re up far past your new bedtime. The only reason you’re still awake is because you’re Baby New Year, so you have to be. And look at that… It’s almost midnight! But we don’t have a ball to drop… Hmm… What do you think we should do, Nyssa? We need something big, and round…”

Nyssa had no idea what she was talking about… Unfortunately, her body did. Unable to stop it, she felt her knees bend, her face turning a new kind of red as she began to strain, and push… And she felt something coming out, pushing against the seat of her diaper before starting to spread, slowly filling her diaper with warm, thick, gooey mush.

She was pooping her Pampers… And, what’s more, she was doing it live, for an audience of at least all her employees, and however many people were tuned in to the stream. She was absolutely mortified, feeling her diaper expand around her, ballooning outwards to hold all her mess, no doubt amplified by all the special treats she’d been encouraged to chow down on.

“That might be the first good thing you’ve done all year!” Mrs. Claus quipped, giving Nyssa’s diaper a few pats, making the girl squirm and blush, feeling the contents squelch and shift at the impact. “Wow, you really filled that to the brim, didn’t you?”

“N-No,” Nyssa shook her head sheepishly, her voice tiny, weak, not at all like that of the strong CEO she’d started the presentation as.

“And there you go, ruining it already,” Mrs. Claus sighed. “Why would you even try to lie about it, Nyssa? Everyone can see the truth. But don’t you worry… I know how to deal with liars. I bet you do, too.”

Nyssa was afraid she did, but, before they got to that, Mrs. Claus produced a silver diaper cover from the changing table, shiny and glittery, made to look like it was shaped out of crystals, like the one in Times Square. She could barely get it over Nyssa’s swollen backside, though she managed it, pulling it tight and letting it snap shut as the girl blushed and whimpered.

Then, Mrs. Claus sat down and yanked Nyssa over her lap. Nyssa squealed in surprise, and then fear, realizing she’d been right, and she knew exactly what was going to happen. “We have to make sure everyone can see the ball,” Mrs. Claus told her, positioning her so that her backside, and the loaded diaper around it, was on prominent display. “Oh, but we need something to drop, don’t we… Hmmm… Oh, I know.”

She held out her hand, and Elaine placed a large, wooden hairbrush in it. Nyssa gulped, squirming helplessly over her new nanny’s lap. This couldn’t be happening… She’d made this app, and this company! How dare they treat her like this?! She was going to fire every single one of them… Although, how she was going to do that from her playpen, in her stinky diapers, she had no idea.

“Is it time? Count down with me!” Mrs. Claus told the camera, and Nyssa’s employees, all of them shouting at once, “10! 9! 8!”

They couldn’t really expect her to go through with this… Could they?! They had hired this ‘Mrs. Claus’ for the night, at least, and she seemed to be in on it, happy to join in… But could she really be there for the whole year?!

“7! 6! 5!”

Nyssa gasped, realizing only then that Mrs. Claus’s arm, hairbrush in it, was raising higher and higher with each number, preparing for a good, hard, first swat, sure to be followed up with plenty of smaller, though still certainly effective, especially through her dirty diaper, smacks. “No!” she sniffled, kicking her feet helplessly. “Stop it!”

“4! 3! 2!”

Time seemed to stop for a moment, Nyssa trapped on Mrs. Claus’s lap, the hairbrush waiting, poised to strike. This was a dream, she told herself. It had to be… The hairbrush would come down, and she wouldn’t feel a thing… And she definitely wasn’t going to be kept under the thumb of this nanny for a whole year… Or longer, if her employees decided, since they could manipulate the polls to say whatever they wanted, even if the people who used the app decided to take mercy on her, after the Pampers controversy, and seeing those memos she’d written about punishments.

“1!”

For a second, Nyssa was sure she was right, and, at worst, she’d wake up in her own bed. Then, she heard the whistle of wood swinging through the air rapidly, and a sharp whap as it hit the seat of her diaper, all her hopes of snapping out of this vanishing as she felt the sting of the impact, the squishing of her diaper, the soreness that was already starting on her backside at the very first spank.

“Happy New Year!” everyone else exclaimed, streamers soaring across the room, people kissing and celebrating while the Naughtiest girl of the year began to sob, squirming in vain, trying to escape the punishment she’d been earning for so very long.

 

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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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A New Year’s Wedding

Some people said Sophie had a drinking problem… She said she just liked to celebrate. It wasn’t that often, anyway, not really; when she did drink, however, she definitely drank, especially considering her tiny size. And the one time she definitely did that was New Year’s Eve.

But everyone partied on New Year’s Eve! Why shouldn’t she? She’d had a pretty good year, getting a promotion, a new house,a new car – plenty of reasons to celebrate. Before she even got to her friends’ New Year’s party, she was buzzed, and she wasted no time building on that when she arrived, until her buzzkill friends decided they needed to talk to her about it.

“This is bullshit,” she shook her head, stumbling away, frustrated that they would choose now to confront her.

“Yeah.” Sophie looked up, surprised to hear somebody agreeing with her. “This party is lame… You want to come to a better one?”

Sophie had never seen the other woman before, but at the moment, she didn’t care that much. “Sure!” she nodded, letting herself get led out of her friend’s house and to the woman’s car. She nodded off partway through the ride, so she wasn’t sure how far they went, or where exactly they were, just that they were out, away from the city, since, when she woke up as the woman pulled into a driveway, they were surrounded by trees.

The party inside the large house she’d been brought to was, indeed, better, though, with nobody bothering her about how much she was drinking. For a moment, she thought they were, when one of them walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder; instead, they leaned over and asked, “Hey, we need a New Year’s baby… Do you think you could do it?”

Sophie was all too happy to help. After all, what was a New Year’s party without a New Year’s baby?! The outfit was minimalistic, though she supposed she could have kept some of her old clothes on as well… But it was New Year’s Eve, and she was feeling nice and warm and tingly… The biggest surprise was that the diaper, rather than being essentially a bikini bottom with oversized diaper pins, like she usually saw, was big and thick, bulging between her legs and crinkling with every step she took.

She was the center of attention now, which made the party even better than before. Despite the strange sensation of the diaper, she still strutted through the crowds of people, happily chatting with anyone who told her how cute she looked, until, finally, as the countdown to midnight neared, she came across the house’s Christmas tree, still standing, with a giant teddy bear sitting underneath it.

At the moment, she would have been fine kissing just about anyone when the ball dropped, despite not really knowing any of the people at this party, but she hadn’t actually found anyone yet. Most people there seemed to be paired off already, and more interested in telling her she was adorable than giving her a New Year’s kiss. She giggled as a silly idea entered her head, and, as she was given her last glass of champagne for that year, she plopped herself down on the teddy bear, straddling it.

It was much harder to time than a kiss, but also, so much better, especially as she saw the other guests watching her as she sipped her champagne and rubbed her diaper against the bear, feeling it grow damper and damper between her legs, encouraging her to ride faster and faster, until, as the ball finally dropped, her back arched, fireworks exploding behind her eyes and between her legs, before she slumped over the bear, happy and exhausted.

The New Year’s Baby

“Isn’t she precious?” Fawna’s neighbor cooed as the girl stepped into her living room uncertainly. “Show us your outfit, dearie!”

Fawna felt a bit silly; however, there didn’t seem to be any harm in it, other than making her feel like a little kid. To be fair, she was pretty sure she would have felt that way no matter what she did, since most of the other women in the room looked quite a bit older than her… She forced a smile, lifting the edges of her skirt slightly to give the room a better look at it, causing her to blush as everyone else applauded.

“You sit right there,” Fawna’s neighbor said, gently pushing her back onto the couch. “I’ll get you something to drink.”

Fawna wasn’t about to argue with that… She’d been nervous about this party to begin with, so having an easy excuse for not mingling with a bunch of people she didn’t know was perfectly fine with her. She wouldn’t have even been here, except that her neighbor, whose name she still couldn’t even remember, had asked what her plans for New Year’s Eve were… Fawna, who had just moved in, had answered honestly, “Nothing.”

She hadn’t really met anyone yet, other than her neighbor… She’d just moved in for a job, but her new place of employment was closed for the holidays, so she didn’t actually start for another couple days… She didn’t know the area well enough to want to check out any of bars on what was sure to be one of the busiest nights of the year, alone, either.

So it had been nice to get the older woman’s invitation, even if she’d felt a little anxious about it. She still wasn’t sure what to expect… Everyone here seemed so old and mature, she doubted they would be up for the sorts of things she was used to doing at parties when she’d been in college. Whatever it was like, though, it was bound to be better than spending New Year’s Eve alone…

The Resolution