Try It

Try It

“Would you care to explain yourself, young lady?”

Claire really didn’t have an answer… She was just as confused as the woman she was babysitting for, to be honest. One moment, she’d been trying to help potty-train the woman’s daughter, telling her about just how fun and exciting it was to wear big girl panties instead of diapers; the next, she was sitting on the floor, naked, on a large, adult diaper, as the girl’s mother stared down at her.

“I-It wasn’t me!” Claire gasped, scrambling to cover herself as best she could. “I-I didn’t do anything!”

“I hired you to help teach my daughter to get out of diapers, not to parade around in them yourself!” the woman told her sternly, grabbing Claire’s hand, and, much to the girl’s dismay, pulling her down over her lap.

No way… She couldn’t be… Claire yelped as she felt the woman’s hand slap down across her backside, almost definitely leaving a pink mark on her tender flesh. “N-no!” she cried. “It’s not my fault!”

“Then whose is it?” the woman demanded, giving Claire’s bottom another spank. “I can’t believe you would expose my daughter to… whatever this is!”

“I-I wasn’t! I didn’t! I was just…” Claire whimpered, squirming on the woman’s lap as she began the spanking in earnest, unable to do anything to escape, or block, the blows.

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It had been child’s play… Mia almost felt like she was cheating.

And, in a way, she was… She’d seen the woman’s fiance and decided that she wanted him, that she’d do whatever it took to get him. He’d been a good boy, resisting her advances, but only after she’d invited herself into his place. He’d even told her that he was engaged, and showed her a picture… She’d pretended to back down, gushing over how adorable the other woman – Anastasia – was. She borrowed his phone, saying her own had run out of battery, and she was tipsy enough to need to call for a ride home, and found Ana’s number.

Adorable, Mia had decided, was the perfect word for the girl. She looked so young, so innocent, so immature… She definitely wasn’t what he needed. She sent Ana a text from her own phone, attaching a file that she claimed had a picture she’d find quite interesting, claiming that he’d had to get a new phone.

If she questioned it, or didn’t open the file, then it was over… It was a test, in a way, to see if maybe Mia had been wrong about the girl, that she really was fit to marry the man she’d somehow managed to catch the attention of.

She’d bought the lie hook, line, and sinker. Judging by how quickly she’d replied, she didn’t even think twice about it… Clearly, it was a good thing Mia had stepped in… It was for everyone’s own good.

“Do you really think I’d look good in them?” Anastasia texted back.

“Of course!” Mia had replied. “They’re the newest trend in lingerie.”

The file hadn’t just been a picture of sexy, yet cute, underwear, however, even if that was how Ana had seen it – it was a hypnotic video, one designed to make sure she didn’t question why her fiance was texting her from two different numbers, or why that underwear her fiance was so eager to see her in had been in such an odd aisle, or came in such strange packaging… Fashion was a strange thing, after all.

If the strange looks the cashier gave her when purchasing them made her worry, it was only because she thought the other woman didn’t think she was mature enough to pull the look off, which made her even more determined to do so. By that time, they’d been on her mind so much – helped along by her compulsion to stare at that “image” she’d been sent as often as possible – that she could hardly wait to get home to try them on, sure that they were going to make her look so hot…

And, in her mind, they did… It was difficult to figure out how to put them on at first, though she managed. Her heart was beating, a heat rising between her legs, even before she looked at herself in the mirror, and the sight of what she saw as skimpy lingerie, the kind she’d never dared to try on before, sure her body wasn’t right for it, made her immediately begin to rub the front, not caring about the strange crinkling noises that made, only how wonderful it made her feel.

Mia had burst out laughing when the girl sent her a selfie, hardly able to believe how well, and how quickly, it had worked. She sent the girl a new girl, partially to instruct her to text her fiance’s real number and tell him that there was a surprise waiting for him that night.

Another rest of the file got her even more attached to her new underwear, to the point where she wanted to wear it all the time, never take it off… For anything. Of course, she felt anxious that first time she went into the bathroom, needing to pee, yet not wanting to take off her lingerie… To her surprise, despite how sheer and skimpy it was, after her bladder had given up, her underwear still looked good as new. No… It actually looked even better, somehow.

She was confused, certainly, when her fiance got home that day and looked confused and worried when she’d proudly done a striptease for him, asking why she was wearing them. “Because I love them!” she’d pouted. “I need them!”

It definitely looked that way to him, seeing as they were soaked, nearly leaking. He tried to get her to take them off, at least to change, but that sent her into a temper tantrum that he had no idea how to handle… At least, until he remembered that woman he’d met at the bar, who had told him she was a psychologist… He wasn’t sure why he was thinking of her, but for some reason, he thought she might have some insight into this strangeness.

As soon as Mia walked in, Anastasia was enthralled, just as she’d been instructed. Even though she felt very grown-up in her new underwear, Mia was clearly way more of an adult than her, someone she should listen to and look up to, and obey no matter what. Mia spoke to her sternly, and she ran off to clean herself up and change, too scared to disobey.

Mia had shrugged, telling the girl’s fiance that he just had to be firm. That didn’t work for him, however… As the days went on, and Ana kept wearing diapers, and refusing to use the toilet, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t stop, or change herself, unless he called Mia over to make her.

It was Ana who finally suggested it… She’d stopped sleeping in the same bed as her fiance, no longer able to see why she would want to… He took up too much of the bed, and that feeling she could barely remember he’d used to give her was now provided by her underwear. One night, after Mia had been called in, she’d said, “Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Don’t be silly,” Mia had smiled at her. “Where would I stay? You’re in the guest room…”

“Just sleep in Daddy’s bed,” she said – she didn’t even seem to notice she was calling her fiance that now, more often than not – “I’m sure he won’t mind!”

The man had looked a little sheepish at that. “I-I could sleep on the couch if you want,” he offered. “It would make sense, though, for you to stay here… You’re the only one she’ll listen to…”

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“You are just going to be the most beautiful bride ever!” Mia gushed as she watched Anastasia march out of the fitting room in what was clearly – to everyone except the girl wearing it – a flower girl’s dress.

“Thank you!” Ana grinned. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening!”

“Now, you remember the most important part of a bride’s job, right?” Mia asked. The girl nodded, but Mia gestured anyway. “Show me, sweetie!”

“If I see anything on the ground, I pick it up!” Ana exclaimed, bending over at the waist, flashing her diaper quite obviously, not thinking twice as Mia, smiling, lifted her skirt even more.

“I think you might need a change,” Mia told her. “Are you ready?”

“No!” Ana shook her head. “I want to practice more! I gotta get it right!”

“Good girl,” Mia smiled. “And what else do you have to do?”

“I throw the flower petals!” Anastasia said, bouncing in excitement, seemingly seeing no conflict between those two things.

“Good girl!” Mia beamed. It would be adorable, watching Ana with her basket of flower petals, tossing them up in the air before bending down to pick them up… Mia would make sure to feed the girl plenty of fiber that day, too, just to give the marriage guests even more to gawk at.

That ought to keep the girl busy while Mia, the actual bride, married her husband. It was possible that the sight of Mia, in a wedding dress, kissing the girl’s former fiance at the altar would snap her out of it, at last… But by then, what could she do? She’d still be there, at what should have been her wedding, the flower girl in the messy diaper, who had brought all of this about by inviting, even encouraging, Mia to stay with them, and spending her nights masturbating in her diapers, totally oblivious to the sounds of her fiance and Mia in the other room.

Either way, Anastasia was her’s. Even if she broke the hypnosis, she was still surely incontinent by now, and, at the slightest hypnotic urge from Mia, had given up her job and her savings account to spend more time at home lounging around in her “sexy underwear”, and begged Mia to adopt her. It had felt a bit silly, watching the girl whine and plead about it, but Mia had made sure Ana would make a scene about it, so that the fiance wouldn’t think it was Mia’s idea.

Mia wasn’t sure which she’d prefer – an oblivious, brainless girl, thinking she was married to Mia’s husband, with no concept of what that meant; or an angry, but ultimately helpless, woman, totally dependent on the woman who had stolen her fiance, though seemingly only at Ana’s own insistence. It didn’t really matter either way… She’d take what she would get, and either way, she knew the girl would be utterly adorable. It was what she was best at, after all.

 

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A Visit to Auntie’s

A Visit to Auntie’s

Ella always hated going to visit her aunt Charlotte. The woman was nice enough, sure, especially when Ella’s parents were around, but she always treated Ella like a little kid… Especially after Ella’s parents dropped her off and left her alone.

It was always, “Are you sure you’re old enough to watch that?” or “Do you need any help with that?” or “You’re too little for that,” all of which annoyed Ella, generally making her sulk until Charlotte said, “If you’re going to act like a pouty baby, I’m going to treat you like one! That’s the way things work in this house, young lady!”

Then Ella would get marched to the nursery, where she spent most of the rest of her stay. Charlotte always told her it was only for the rest of the day, as long as she could show she was mature enough to handle being a big girl again, yet, somehow, Ella always found herself having accidents – despite being perfectly potty trained otherwise – in the diapers she was taped into, making Charlotte shake her head and say she obviously needed another day.

Ella was a late bloomer, so the game went on for quite a while, much to her dismay. When she finally started to grow too big for the baby furniture, she was thrilled, certain this meant that things would be normal, that whenever her parents shipped her off there for a long weekend, or her annual week-long summer stay, Charlotte would just treat her like a big kid.

She was wrong. While she did her best to control her emotions, being told she still wasn’t old enough to flip the channel to anything more mature than Disney Junior made her more angry than ever, and she found herself being escorted back to the nursery, protesting that she was too big for it… Only to find that her aunt had replaced all of the baby furniture with larger versions.

That was when Ella realized that it would never stop… Not unless she did something about it. She’d long suspected that Charlotte had to be doing something to make her have accidents once the baby treatment started, but she’d never quite been able to figure out what. She was determined to discover the secret, planned on sneaking out of her crib to investigate – after being put to bed early, of course, and then waiting to hear her aunt retreat to her own bedroom – yet, to her dismay, this new crib was tall enough to keep her safely inside all night long, and during the day, Charlotte watched her like a hawk, always eager to find some new infraction to extend the punishment.

So, once she was back home, Ella had to find more excuses to visit her aunt, making her trips there – and then, inevitably, back into diapers – more frequent. She did her best to stay unpunished for as long as possible, to keep her freedom so she could snoop around in those rare instances she was left alone… It was slow work, until, one day, she noticed a strange, unmarked bottle at the back of Charlotte’s fridge. She’d seen it before, always overlooking it, but this time, she decided to open it up. Was it something Charlotte had just forgotten about? Ella had never seen the woman cook with it, or do anything with it… It was just always there.

She sniffed it, then, praying it hadn’t gone bad, took a swig. At first, nothing seemed different, but a little while later, after assuming it was nothing special after all and retreating to the living room, Ella was shocked to feel a sudden dampness begin to spread throughout her panties. She glanced down, curious, then gasped and leaped up, just in time to see the crotch of her pants soak and drip, wetness starting to flow down her thighs while she watched, helpless.

That got her back in diapers straight away, certainly, along with a spanking and some time scrubbing Charlotte’s couch, where she’d been sitting… It also got her a plan.

She waited through a few more long weekends, not wanting to cancel now that she knew the truth, and risk her aunt getting suspicious. She waited for the summer trip, then held off as long as she could before offering to grab Charlotte something to drink from the kitchen while she got herself a soda.

Less than an hour later, she saw the wet spot appear, even before Charlotte could start to look panicked, could try to dart to the bathroom, for all the good that would do her. She protested, but fair was fair… And Ella was just as tall as her now. In no time, Charlotte was diapered up, dolled up in one of the outfits she’d bought for Ella, and playing in the nursery.

Like a good caretaker, Ella made sure to keep her well-hydrated… And, like a good caretaker, she asked her often how her diaper was doing, making her lift the skirt of her dress to show her, savoring the blush on her cheeks every time she refused to answer out loud, raising her skirt anyway as Ella threatened to go grab the hairbrush she’d used after Charlotte’s accident.

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Charlotte knew what was happening, of course; she wasn’t stupid. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean there was anything she could do about it. It was her house, her rules… And that was the problem. She’d always told Ella that she didn’t tolerate such childish behavior under her roof from anyone unless they were a baby.

Well… Now, she was the baby. She didn’t know how Ella had figured it out, but after the third bottle, and second wet diaper, she knew she had to have. There was no way she’d have peed herself multiple times in one day without it… Right? She squirmed, cheeks flushing. That had to be it… She wasn’t even noticing it while it happened, just felt a warm, wet squish as she fidgeted while playing on the floor. She was terrified that she’d say she was dry during one of her checks, then get proven wrong without even realizing she was lying, and give Ella an excuse to punish her further.

She tried to refuse the bottles, but that was seen as a tantrum, earning her time in the corner… Then she got angry enough to remind Ella this was her house, letting a simple ‘damn’ slip out, and her time-out followed a mouth-soaping, with the bar of soap still firmly in place as she wiggled and sniffled in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

She was put to bed even earlier than Ella’s punishment bedtime, with a night-time bottle and double-thick diapers. “The guest bedroom is all right,” Ella told her, standing at the light switch, smiling smugly, “but your bed is so much bigger and nicer… I think I’ll stay in there.”

With that, she flipped off the light, leaving Charlotte trapped in a crib while she went off to the woman’s queen sized bed. Charlotte growled and cursed to herself, thinking of the brat splayed out, watching the TV in her bedroom, while she sat in her crib, illuminated by her nightlight, and fought to keep from drinking more of the bottle than she had to. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the drug was increased thirst, which encouraged the victim to keep hydrated, and also meant that, while she was trapped in there overnight with nothing else to drink, she eventually had little choice but to suck down more of it.

Even worse, she could feel a pressure building inside her… She’d made Ella do that a couple times, but generally the clean-up was more than she liked to deal with, so it was only when the girl really insisted she was too old for this, just to show her who was in charge. Could she really want Charlotte to do it?

Charlotte squirmed uncomfortably, staring up at the bars around her. Why had she gotten them made so high? The drug was a muscle relaxant, mostly targeting the bladder, but also weakening the victim’s legs and arms, making sure that fighting back, or trying to climb out of something like a giant crib, was extra difficult. Ella had been giving her much more than Charlotte ever gave her, and already Charlotte’s gait had grown more wide and wobbly, and as she reluctantly lifted the bottle to her mouth, she had to use both hands to keep ahold of it.

It also meant that, as the pressure in her stomach began to build, she felt an involuntary push. Her eyes widened, a gooey gush of mush sliding into her pants before she could stop it. “E-Ella!” she called desperately. “Ella, please, let me use the potty! I’m sorry about all of this, I really am! Please, just…!”

In her panic, she leapt to her feet without thinking, wanting to tug on the bars and try to escape… Instead, she froze as she felt the disgusting mass inside of her begin to force itself the rest of the way out, exploding out into her diaper in a humiliating mudslide that only got worse as she lost her balance and fell back onto her backside. She sat there, stunned and mortified, for a long moment before bursting into tears.

After being discovered in her full diaper the next morning, there was no hope of convincing Ella that Charlotte was the adult… For several days, Charlotte was fed more and more of the drug, leaving her weaker and weaker, until she was reduced to crawling around her own house on all fours, helplessly pooping her diaper, often several times a day as Ella began feeding her plenty of baby food, preferring bean, pea, banana, and prune.

She lost track of time until, finally, Ella giggled, “Aren’t you going to be embarrassed for my parents to come here and find you like that?” Charlotte’s eyes widened… She always teased Ella with that, threatening to let her parents see her in her diaper, or tell them about all her accidents… She never did, of course, since she doubted they would approve, but it was cute to watch the girl struggling even harder than usual to keep her pants dry for the last day or two of her trip.

On the other side, however, it was much more frantic, praying for the drug to wear off enough to be able to pretend none of this had happened when her sister and brother-in-law showed up to pick Ella up… Ella refused to tell her how long she had, making each failed attempt at walking without holding onto the wall, each accident in her diapers, even more terrifying. She couldn’t let herself be seen like this, she just couldn’t! Yet… Did she even have a chance? She had no clue if Ella was still dosing her with the drug or not. She felt like she was getting better and controlling her bladder and bowels, but did that mean the drug was wearing off, or that she was just getting a bit of a tolerance for it? Would Ella really be cruel enough not to even give her a shot?

She got her answer one day as she struggled to make her klutzy fingers work correctly again. She was concentrating hard, which made her feel a little less bad about not realizing she was messing herself until she felt her onesie grow a little tighter as her diaper began to expand, but, sure enough, with some work, she was able to get the plastic wrapper off. Then, as a further victory, she was even able to keep hold of the stick with only one hand!

“I did it!” she exclaimed, relief starting to wash over her, sure that Ella really had decided to take mercy on her. If she worked at it just as hard, she was certain she’d be able to walk somewhat decently in an hour or two as well!

“Oh, you are home!” Her blood froze as she heard her sister’s voice. “Ella told us you had to run into work… What did you do?”

Her eyes widened. Was today the day? She wriggled in fear as she heard footsteps approaching as she lay there on her tummy, in her onesie and her dirty diaper, surrounded by oversized baby furniture, toys, and clothes… “Oh, maybe she meant she was working in her home office… It was just a quick note, I might have misunderstood. She spends an awful lot of time in there… We barely had time to do anything this trip. She must be super busy…”

“We won’t take up too much of your time!” Charlotte’s sister called, her voice sounding almost right outside the door. “I just want to poke my head in and say hi to my little sister before we head back home!”

“N-No!” Charlotte gasped, eyes widening as she saw the doorknob start to turn. “I-I…”

“It’ll be just a second! I have to thank you for taking care of my daughter all week!”

“B-But…” Charlotte whimpered, watching helplessly as the door opened, cheeks already beet red as she futilely tried to think up an explanation for what was happening here.

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The Other Side of the Rainbow – Chapter 2

The Other Side of the Rainbow – Chapter 2

Lucy glared at the open doorway for a moment, her blood – and cheeks – boiling at the thought of that girl telling her to just stay there in her nightshirt and diaper, like a little toddler. She had no doubt Kari was enjoying all of this…

She sulkily stormed to her closet, ignoring the babysitter’s instructions, pulling out a pair of pink denim shorts and a yellow shirt with an adorable puppy on the front. The shorts were tight, pressing the diaper’s padding against her with every little movement, letting the padding peek out of the legholes, leaving her with a very obvious bulge. There wasn’t much she could do about it, unfortunately… These diapers were meant for bedtime, where her sleepers could easily accommodate them. Her daytime clothes usually only had to hide training pants.

She shook her head, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She looked just as childish as she had in her nightshirt, maybe more… But Kari had told her not to do it, so the thought of defying her made her feel slightly better, at least until the smaller girl returned with a small, cartoon-decorated plate full of apple slices.

“What are you wearing?” Kari asked with a little pout. “You’re supposed to wait until you eat to dress up! What if you make a mess on your clothes?”

Lucy scowled. “I won’t!” she insisted, but that didn’t seem to satisfy the babysitter. She knew she shouldn’t care… But she was already going to be telling Mommy about her accident, and she didn’t want to give her even more ammunition. “B-Besides, I only put this on, ’cause…. Because I’m going outside to get the mail!”

“Ohh, okay,” Kari nodded. “I’m sure you’re not at all just going to play in the puddles… Are you allowed to do that on your own?”

“Of course!” Lucy huffed. “I do it every day! I’ll be back in a minute!”

She started to march out of the room, only for Kari to call, “Oh, Lulu?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, spinning back to the girl. “What?!”

“You need your shoesies, silly!” Kari giggled, holding up Lucy’s shoes. “Sit on your chair and I’ll get you taken care of.”

Lucy blushed deeper at having overlooked something so simple. “I… I can do it myself,” she said.

“Nonsense, get up here! I have to take care of my sweet girl!” Kari smiled, patting the pink, plastic chair. Lucy sighed and walked over to it, sitting down and letting Kari slide the shoes onto her feet, pulling the velcro straps tight and then smoothing them down into place.

“There, now we’re twins!” Kari laughed, lifting her own foot, which was clad in a velcro shoe of its own. Lucy felt the slightest pang of jealousy – her own shoes were just plain purple, while Kari’s were pink and sparkly, decorated with Disney Princesses. They were very clearly meant for kids, yet there was no denying that they were adorable. If you were going to wear those sorts of shoes anyway, you might as well go all out. “Except I know how to keep my panties dry,” Kari added with another giggle. “Aww, don’t be sad… Everybody learns at different rates… I’m sure you’ll get there someday!”

Lucy glared at her, seething. Part of her wanted to grab the smaller girl and shove her into her crib, watch her struggling to escape… Lucy had trouble getting out herself, there was no way Kari could do it. Lucy could leave her there until Kari agreed to give her the training pants back, or do whatever Lucy wanted, or until Kari wet herself. She had no doubt that wouldn’t take long at all…

But she knew her Mommy would be angry when she got home and Kari told on her. And there was no way the little brat wouldn’t tattle on her… A shiver ran up Lucy’s spine as she thought about the punishment she’d be in for after that. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what Mommy would do, but she was the adult, so Lucy was sure it wouldn’t be pleasant. She even, despite herself, felt a pang of fear looking at little Kari, standing there, knowing that she was the babysitter, she was the one in charge, even though there was no doubt that Lucy could trap her right then and there and have the girl at her mercy.

“I’m going to get the mail,” Lucy pouted, stomping out of the room.

“I’ll find you a nice, dry outfit to change into when you’re done playing in the puddles!” Kari chirped, shuffling over to the closet and starting to dig through it.

Lucy didn’t particularly want to see what the girl was going to find for her; she had a feeling the rest of the day was pretty much already set now, as she heard Kari gasp and coo as she sifted through clothing. Lucy headed through the house, opening the front door to see that the rain had mostly moved on, leaving only a few slow drips as she stepped reluctantly out onto the porch. The sky was still dark, the clouds a strange, almost unnatural color, but they seemed mostly harmless at the moment.

They lived far enough outside of town that there weren’t many neighbors… However, that only meant that the ones they had knew her pretty well. She was pretty sure they’d all be at work right now, but if she was wrong… Her cheeks began to light up anew as she fidgeted, diaper crinkling loudly under the tiny shorts. She usually only wore these at night, at home, away from prying eyes… Now, without thinking, she’d volunteered to parade outside in them!

She stood still, biting her bottom lip. She could always claim the mail hadn’t gone yet, or that they hadn’t gotten anything… There was no law saying she had to go out there in the open. On the other hand, if she didn’t, she either had to go inside and risk Kari hearing the front door open again and go play dress-up with her, or stand here on the porch, which wasn’t that much better if anyone really was watching her. She might as well get this over with…

She sighed, bracing herself for a split second before hopping down the two steps of the porch onto the sidewalk, splashing cold rainwater onto her bare legs, making her giggle quietly before she took off. The front yard wasn’t huge, but it was long enough that she had some ground to cover before she could turn around and run back to the door. Her heart pounded as she moved, her speed slowed by the bulk between her legs, her face heating up as each rushed step caused a new crinkle.

There was still no sign of anybody else on the street as she reached the mailbox, nearly falling as she tried to stop and turn at the same time so she could yank open the door. She hadn’t been expecting anything, though it was still disappointing to look in and see what looked like a bunch of boring bills and ads, nothing exciting at all. She was starting to reach inside to grab it all and make a run for home when she glanced up and behind the mailbox, behind her house, up into the sky.

It was there. Her thumping heart stopped for a moment as her jaw fell open. Streaking across the sky, brighter than any she’d seen before, with the possible exception of one, was a rainbow. She shouldn’t have been surprised – after all, she was an adult, she knew how and when rainbows appeared – but this one was different. She could tell just by looking at it.

Her eyes darted back towards the house; Kari was probably still looking through her clothes. Surely, she’d be none the wiser… She looked back at the rainbow, its colors still standing out against the dark clouds like lasers, as if they were there to guide her away, to where it ended…

She remembered being an actual kid, running through these fields behind her house, trying to find that end, and the pot of gold she knew had to be hidden there. She was an adult now, even if her clothes might not make it evident… But this was no ordinary rainbow. She was sure, if she looked hard enough now, she could see exactly where that rainbow landed, out there in the woods… She couldn’t really see it, no matter how hard she squinted, yet she had no doubt she knew the spot well.

She could see it in her mind’s eye, if not her physical ones: a large, circular clearing in the middle of the woods, with no stumps, no holes, nothing to indicate that any trees had ever grown there, despite being all around. Growing up, the kids had always said it was a spot where witches gathered to do dark ceremonies, summon demons, do whatever else it was that witches did… Lucy had never believed it – or she’d never admitted to it – but whenever she walked through the forest, she always tried to avoid it as much as possible.

She’d been there, of course, as a meeting place for illicit teenage parties, or a place where friends had insisted on playing with Ouija boards – she’d always been more scared of what the other girls would think if she refused to show up than of any actual danger that might be lurking there – and some other desperate, futile trips; for the most part, she didn’t like to step foot in it if she could avoid it. She could see it, though, practically glowing in the rainbow’s light, lit up in every color at once.

And there, in the center, the pot of gold that would give her one wish. Most anyone else her age would say it was silly to believe, but all she had to do was think of that image in her mind of the circle… It had to be there. It just had to.

It wasn’t far out to the circle… She could check it out, just to make sure, and be back… Well, definitely before Mommy got home. Kari would surely notice eventually, but she thought Lucy was out playing in the puddles, as if she really were just a silly little kid. Surely, Lucy could get far enough away from the house before the girl wondered where she was and began looking out in the yard… And, if she found that gold and got her wish, then it wouldn’t matter if Kari would have tattled on her for ‘running away’…

She didn’t even bother closing the mailbox door as she brushed past, eyes fixed firmly on the rainbow blazing through the sky. She was pretty sure Mommy paid most of those bills automatically, and nobody cared about those ads – there were more important things on her mind as she snuck around her house and broke into a jog through the back yard and into the tall fields of corn beyond that.

They’d been getting quite a bit of rain recently, including that day, and the corn had been soaking it all in, apparently. It had also been a long time since Lucy had bothered to go out to the woods, but she was certain she still remembered the way… Didn’t she?

Her Mommy, and all the parents in the houses around there, had always warned her not to play around in the fields. It was dangerous, they said, lots of farm machinery or whatever that could hurt them… She’d also heard plenty of stories about the farmer who owned the field, who she’d never met. Supposedly, he hated trespassers… There was a path to the woods if you went all the way around the field, but nobody ever used that, even if they were supposed to.

Lucy certainly hadn’t planned on it, since it would take far longer than just cutting through the field. The further she went in, however, the taller the corn seemed, and denser… It almost felt like it was forming walls all around her, trapping her inside. She could barely see through them, and while she could look up and see the rainbow to figure out the general direction, that was about it.

It started getting harder and harder to push through the stalks leading her towards the woods, until, finally, she tried to push them aside, and they refused to budge. She frowned, trying again with the same result. She frowned and kicked at the corn with her muddy tennis shoes; that didn’t help, either.

Maybe Mommy was right this time… Maybe, at least this time of year, it was better not to bother with the field. As she turned back towards her house, however, she saw that the corn had formed just as solid a wall there, too. She gasped, turning in a circle, seeing that she was boxed in on all sides but one… That one side led to what seemed like a long corridor, with a few empty spaces leading to other corridors… It looked, for all the world, like a maze…. And, from what she could see, the only way out of here was to go through.

 

 

 

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Independence Day

Independence Day

“Mom, please!” Felicity whined, trying to pull away from her mother’s hand desperately.

“Felicity, you remember what happened last year,” her mom told her firmly, her grip only tightening. “I’m not going to let you humiliate me like that again!”

She did remember, though she’d graciously almost forgotten until earlier that week, when they’d gone out shopping… Even then, she’d hoped it was just a joke, not something that they’d actually go through with. Surely, the rest of their family had forgotten, too… But, that morning, her mother had been in her room with them, and now she was wearing them, under a much too short old dress, and her mom had what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder…

“I-It won’t happen again!” Felicity promised, just as she had last year, as she stood next to the blanket with the huge puddle, pants drenched, as her relatives suggested that, next year, she do just what was happening now. It hadn’t even really happened then…

Well, it had… It was hard to deny that, really, but it hadn’t been her fault! Not that anyone had believed her when she’d told them that, especially when her cousin, Val, had marched back out of the house in fresh, perfectly dry shorts, after Felicity had told them all the truth, that Val had snuck away from the family get-together to do some kind of drugs or something, and that was why she’d been so startled at the loud fireworks that she’d wet herself as she sat on the blanket the two of them had been sharing.

Val was the only other person in the family around Felicity’s age, so she wound up spending most of her time with the girl at family parties, whether she liked it or not. The girl had always been bigger than her, prettier, more mature… She was actually a few months younger than Felicity, but when they were younger, Felicity had always looked up to her for doing things she’d never be brave enough to try. As they got older, Felicity had realized she was also kind of a bully, especially to her timid, older cousin. That was really what had eventually convinced Felicity to agree to pretend she’d been the one to pee herself while Val snuck back into her house to change…

She hadn’t been pleased to find that Felicity had backed out after some teasing and tried telling the truth… Not that she’d gotten anywhere with her claims, despite them being true. After all, Val had forced her to wet herself before leaving, so the evidence was pretty clear. And Felicity had only gotten more upset when the actual culprit joined in on making fun of her, which everyone seemed to take as a tantrum, and further proof of her immaturity… Even so, Val had promised her she was going to make her regret turning on her.

Felicity was already regretting getting involved at all, as she toddled her way to the car, heart thumping in her chest as she sat, leaving even more of her diaper visible to anybody who might look through the window on the long drive to her aunt, uncle, and cousin’s house out in the country… She was not looking forward to what else Val might have in mind for her…

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Growing Pains – Part 1

Growing Pains – Part 1

Growing up was always hard… Emma didn’t realize that her sister growing up would be even harder.

The whole time she’d been away at college, on the other side of the nation, whenever she’d text her younger sister, Maggie, she’d call her ‘baby sis’, even though, on the rare occassion she had the chance to head back home for a holiday or whatever, it was clear that her sibling was growing quite quickly, hitting a few growth spurts that the petite Emma had missed out on.

It wasn’t until she graduated – then moved back home when it was clear no job offers were on their way in the near future – that Emma realized how bad it had gotten. She stumbled her way into the living room, following after her father, who had picked her up at the airport, and dropped her luggage on the floor. “Hey, baby sis!” she said, smiling at Maggie, who was sitting on the couch.

Then Maggie stood up, and Emma’s jaw nearly dropped. Her little sister now towered over her! She gulped as she saw a mischievous light in the girl’s eyes…

Maggie took every chance to introduce Emma to her friends – at least, those Emma hadn’t met before – as her younger sister, who had been off at a boarding school for the past four years. Emma always corrected her, but Maggie, and her friends, always laughed her off, and her frustration just made her seem more like a little sister trying desperately to seem cooler to fit in with her big sister.

Finally, Emma got fed up with the whole thing. “Stop telling people I’m younger than you!” she demanded. “You’re always going to be the baby sister, so get over it!”

“Oh, really?” Maggie smirked. “Look at you… I bet you could fit into my school uniform from when I was 12.”

Emma was willing to take that bet… She’d still been living here when Maggie was 12, and she knew she had been taller than the girl then… She couldn’t remember for sure how much, but she was certain it was enough to make a difference. “And when I can’t, you’ll drop this whole thing?”

“Sure,” Maggie shrugged. “And if you can, you’ll play along however I want, for however long I want.”

Emma agreed, sure that winning was the only way to make her sister drop this whole charade. Maggie went to the basement to dig up her old uniform, ordering Emma to strip down and change right in front of her, to make sure she didn’t ‘try anything’. Emma felt extremely self-conscious to be undressing in front of her sister, especially when Maggie held up a pink polka-dotted bra – one that was clearly little more than a training bra – and said, “This, too.” Emma turned away and unhooked her actual bra, embarrassed, but feeling certain that this would help her out, since there was no way she’d fit into…

To her shock, it fastened easily. Suddenly, she began to worry about this whole thing… Then, to make it even worse, once she was able to easily button up the uniform shirt, Maggie stopped her again, handing her something big and thick and crinkly, with cartoon animals on it.

“Don’t you remember?” she asked. “I was still having some bedtime accidents then, and sometimes even during the day, so I had to wear these to school a few times… There were still a ton left over, and mom kept them, like she does with everything…”

“But…” Emma tried to protest, but Maggie’s mind was made up. “I don’t know how to put them on,” she said finally. Unfortunately, Maggie was quite an avid babysitter, and she was all too happy to help. To Emma’s horror, the diaper fit, as did the rest of the uniform. The skirt was maybe a little shorter than it was intended, but otherwise, none of it even felt particularly tight. “It doesn’t count!” Emma protested, refusing to give in. “Nobody would ever believe I’m actually this young!”

Maggie looked her over and frowned. She snatched up a brush and did Emma’s hair, pulling it into two ponytails, then looked her up and down again. “Maybe you’re right…” she said. “But there’s only one way to find out!”

Before Emma could protest, or try to stop her, Maggie had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the car, driving her – squirming uncomfortably the whole way, trying to get comfortable in the strange, bulky diaper – right to the mall. Keeping a firm grip on Emma’s hand, she marched the girl through the front entrance, up to the second floor, and all the way to the far side of the mall.

“Okay,” Maggie told her, “here’s the deal. You’re going to walk all the way back through the mall and to the car… If nobody stops you to ask you where your Mommy is, I’ll believe that they think you really are an adult, and that will be the end of that. If even one person does… Then you’re the baby sister from now on. I’ll set your bedtime, and I’ll expect you to follow it. Every night, you’ll come to me for your nighttime diaper, and then I’ll lock the bathroom door until the next morning, to make sure there’s no reason for you to get out of bed… And you’ll be doing that even if I have friends over. If you’re really bad, I might even let them help. Anytme we go out, I get to choose what you wear. Oh, and you’ll have homework to keep you busy, too… Mine. And you’d better do a good job, or you might have to start wearing those diapers for more than just your bedwetting problem. Got it?” Emma started to shake her head, but Maggie stopped her. “If you say no, then I’ll just assume it’s because you know you can’t do it, and I’ll just assume that I won.”

Emma glared up at her, almost wishing she’d just admitted defeat at home… Maggie could have easily argued that, since the uniform fit, Emma had lost, but she had a feeling that her little sister had just wanted to make her run around the mall dressed like this. “Fine,” she sighed, glancing down at the first floor of the mall below her. She might have a chance, really… It wasn’t that busy, so she could probably avoid most of the people, and hope that the ones she couldn’t weren’t the type to talk to strange children they saw running around in public… “Fine,” she sighed.

“Great!” Maggie grinned. “Oh, just one more thing…” She stepped up behind Emma, pulling the back of her skirt up, then pinning it in two places. Emma blushed bright red as she tried to look behind herself, not sure how much of her diaper was being shown, but sure that it was enough for it to be obvious what the garment was. “Whenever you’re ready. Oh, and don’t touch that, or it’s a loss.”

Emma looked back over the crowds, gulping, sure that the crowds had grown in the past few seconds. Unfortunately, she’d already agreed, and the only chance she had of avoiding an even more humiliating fate was to get out of there as quickly and quietly as she could… All the while, knowing her diaper was on full display, just begging for someone to notice it and say something.

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The Investigation – Part 1

The Investigation – Part 1

“Now, now, don’t struggle, sweetie… This is all for the best…”

Odette tugged against her restraints anyway, though even she wasn’t sure if her fight was genuine or not. After all, she’d been trying to do this for ages now, to see if the stories were true… And to write her own story about it. Then again, she wasn’t expecting to find this…

Young women had been “disappearing” from the area for months now, always leaving strange, vague notes for their landlords that had similar enough phrasing to seem suspicious, despite all being indisputably in their own handwriting.

Odette was a reporter at the local paper, smart, resourceful, and eager to move on to more exciting assignments than who had won the local dog show, or the secret ingredient a local woman used to win the pie making contest three years in a row – which, of course, she had insisted on keeping a secret. So, when she heard a rumor that the disappearances might be connected, she started to look into them.

It had taken her quite a while to find the connection between them all, though when she had, it seemed far too obvious to be a coincidence. Most of the girls had accepted last minute babysitting jobs before they “left”… Often short notice enough that they’d told only one or two of their friends about it; she suspected they all had, and the others had just not bothered to tell anyone. It was common enough among the others that she couldn’t ignore it.

So, Odette began looking for babysitting jobs. It felt strange, like she was back to being a teenager… Her evenings were soon mostly occupied by taking care of kids, taking on as many clients as she could – not only to try to find the one that had started all of this, but also to build up her reputation through word of mouth, so that maybe the culprit would contact her, if that was how they worked.

Sure enough, after a few months of changing diapers, giving baths, and reading bedtime stories, she got a call from a frantic sounding woman, asking if she was available as soon as possible, promising her all kinds of extra money for the short notice. Immediately, Odette’s suspicions were aroused, and she took the job, certain that this was just what she had been waiting for.

It turned out, she was completely right. The young woman who answered the door seemed pleasant enough, leading Odette inside and offering her a drink… Odette knew it was a bad idea, but in the interest of playing along, she took it, taking one sip while the woman watched, then just pretending to drink more while she went over the emergency contact numbers.

Finally, she asked Odette if she wanted to meet the baby. Odette set down her cup, nodding eagerly, and followed the woman, heart thumping wildly in her chest the whole time. She knew this was a bad idea, but if she was going to find out the truth, she had to go through with it… She reminded herself that she knew something was going on, that her knowledge and resourcefulness would be enough to help her avoid whatever had happened with the other young women who had fallen victim to this…

By the time her mind registered the size of the furniture in the nursery she was led to, the ball gag was already being forced into her mouth. The other woman easily overpowered Odette, forcing her to the changing table and pushing her down on it, restraining and undressing her before putting a pair of headphones playing low, droning music on her, and proceeding to diaper her. Odette just kept reminding herself that this was what she wanted… Even as she hoped that she hadn’t already gotten in too far to escape.

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