Mommies and Daddies

PART 12: SHALL WE PUT ON YOUR NEW DIAPER PANTS?   “That's a start,” my mother just said to me in the car. “What kind of start? What happens next? What else is coming?” I was nervous. She wanted to know if I had learned anything “from the day with the pull-ups.” “Yes, I hope I only have to wear diapers at night because of bedwetting,” was my answer. I hoped I was able to reassure her a little. In reality, I don't need diapers. It only happens very rarely and only at night. Besides, last night it only happened because my mother and Aunt Lisa put pressure on me. I'm going to prove that to my mother and the psychologist. Then they'll be ashamed that they were so mean. I'm not a baby. With these thoughts in mind, we suddenly arrived home. “Tom, do you have any homework today?” “No, I was only at school briefly because of the bed... eh, the doctor's appointment and shopping. I'll ask Mike tomorrow.” That's what we called my best friend in class. His real name was Michael, but “Mike” sounded much cooler. And Mike was cool. He was always one of the best in school, always cheeky and never at a loss for words. Many admired him and wanted to be like Mike. I was told to put away my school things and then come to the living room.   “We're going to take off your cloth pants and you can take them upstairs to be washed. The pants smell a bit after your ‘accident’ at Aunt Lisa's,” she said, still sounding a bit reproachful, and pulled them down without asking any questions. The yellow plastic pants with their snaps came into view. Because of Aunt Lisa's many cloth diapers, I had a thick bulge between my legs and a very thick bottom. “Get out of your pants and take them to the laundry,” she sent me to the bathroom where the laundry basket was. But her words already sounded friendlier. “Maybe she realizes she's overreacting,” I thought to myself. “And please add the socks too. Everything will go in the washing machine tomorrow,” she called after me. Then I heard her say, more to herself than to me, “And whatever else gets added tonight...” She sounded a little stamped, and I knew what she was thinking. Without asking any questions, I ran away with the pants in my hand. In the glass door, I saw the reflection of my mother, who was still crouching there, watching me and now smiling mildly. I took this as another good sign. In the bathroom, I thought about what I could wear over the diapers. My jeans would definitely not fit me. We had already tried that a few days ago. Back in the living room, I asked my mother: “Mom, what else should I wear?” “What else? I think you'll stay like that this afternoon. There's no reason to hide your baby pants after everything I've been through with you today.” She pulled up my plastic pants, which were already hanging a little low because of the many diapers, until the waistband was back over my hips. “But...,”.    “Thomas Backer! I'm still upset about last night!   Only babies in the defiant phase take off their diapers at night. I can't handle the amount of laundry every day. And then there's the smell in your room.” I wanted to justify myself, but my mother beat me to it: "And we also need to talk about the wet diaper at Aunt Lisa's this afternoon, Tommy. Are you wetting your pants during the day now too?“ My face turned red. ”No! I just didn't want to use the potty at Aunt Lisa's...,“ I replied quickly. ”And why didn't you want to?“ ”Because I'm embarrassed...,“ I replied, barely audibly. ”So you'd rather wet your pants?" I couldn't answer. “Either way, it's one more reason for you to get used to diapers. When boys wet the bed, diapers are the most natural thing in the world.” She picked up the box with the new diapers, opened it, and took out the plastic pants. "Here, take them to the bathroom and wash them well. Then we'll hang them up here on the terrace to dry, where no one can see them,“ she said, ruffling my hair. ”They'll be dry by bedtime, and then you can try out your new panties tonight. Also, you're going to bed at seven tonight, as is customary for children in potty training," she added sternly. What else could I do? So I ran to the bathroom, ran water into the sink, opened all the snaps, and submerged the pants deep under the water. Then I wringed them out a little and lifted them out a few times and submerged them again. The material was very soft and comfortable, and the warm water made it even better. The smell was completely different from the pants I was wearing. I took more time to wash them than I had originally planned. Then I finally drained the water and took them to my mother. She went out onto the terrace with them, shook them vigorously, and hung them on the clothesline in the sun. For the rest of the afternoon, whenever I entered the living room, I saw the pants hanging on the line in their full size. In a few hours, I would get to wear them. My first new diaper pants since I was a toddler. Then the phone rang in the hall. My mother called me. “It's for you, Tommy. It's Marie from your class!” “Hello, Marie,” I greeted her as I took the receiver from my mother's hand. Her gaze briefly glanced over my yellow plastic pants. I felt my head turn red. “Well, I'll leave you two alone then.” With a smiling faceshe went back into the living room. "Yes, I'm still here. No, everything's fine. I was just on the patio. No, nothing special at the doctor's. Yes, everything is really fine. I'm just having some trouble with my mother. No, I can't right now, we're about to eat. No, I can't come after dinner either, today, because... Because we're going shopping. I mean we were shopping. My mom wants me to try the new cloth on. Yes, you know that can take a while sometimes. Yes, tomorrow, maybe. I still have to talk to my mother. Yes, doing tasks together sounds good... I'll see how I feel tomorrow morning, because I might not be completely fit yet.   Sleepover? When? Yes, sounds good. Yes, I'll see if I can make it. What did you hear about the game? Well, I only play midfield. Yes, both goals, yes, 2-0. Yes, I just had a good day. Yes. So far, I'm only nominated. I'd really like to be on the competition team. You can come and watch. What? Now? No, because, I just... I mean, my mom gave me... it's because I'm having this stress with my mom.   Tomorrow, okay, I'll let you know. Yes, you too, good night. See you soon.“ When I hung up, I was really exhausted. ”What did Marie want? You can help me in the kitchen." Together we prepared dinner. In my yellow pants and bare feet, I stood next to my mother and helped. Then I set the table. My mother smiled again and again when she saw me walking past in my diapers. At half past five, we sat down to dinner. At six, we cleared the table. Then I was allowed to go to my room to read for a while. I lay on my bed and tried to concentrate on the heroic story. Not easy when you can hear the crackling of the bedwetting pad with every movement. On top of that, I had to wear diapers like a toddler, a consequence of last night and preparation for the coming night. I remembered this morning and my mother's expectations that I would have to wear diapers to school as long as I refuse to wear them in night time. I was supposed to get ready on my own, lay out the diapers, and report in time for the now regular “ritual.” It's almost 7:00. What should I do? I was very embarrassed, but finally went into the kitchen shortly before seven and said to my mother, “Mom! It's almost 7:00, will you put me on my new diaper pants now?” As absurd as it sounds, I was hoping that she would allow me to go to sleep without my “night protection” again. My mother was really surprised, dried her hands, which were wet from washing up, and looked at me kindly. “Very, very good. Well then, let's go over and put you on your potty chair.“ At first, the horror and embarrassment were written all over my face. Then I thought, “Maybe that will be enough for my mother and I won't get a diaper for the night.” These thoughts accompanied me as she led me to my room, where I was to fetch my potty from the balcony and put it in the bathroom myself. “Come here, Tom,” she called me back into my room. “Now let's take off your diaper pants. We can do while you stand here.” She unbuttoned them and slowly pulled down my diapers. “Please wash the plastic pants and hang them on the balcony. You can put the diapers in the laundry, and you'll get new ones.” "Naked, I ran back to the bathroom, threw the diapers in the laundry, and quickly rinsed the yellow plastic pants in the sink. My mother had followed me. She placed a roll of toilet paper next to the potty. “Please, Mom, can you hang the diaper pants on the terrace again so the girls across the street can't see them?” “All right, give them to me, I'll take them with me. Now sit on your potty and get me when you're done.”  I knew I was on thin ice. But maybe I still had a chance. “Mom, is that stupid potty really necessary? Can't I go to the toilet again?” “Tom! The last few evenings have shown that I can't trust you with that. Your aunt is right, that way we'll really know if you're trying, and you'll be able to concentrate better. That's how it's going to be in the evenings for the time being, and that's final!” So I sat down as instructed, spread my legs wide apart, and immediately heard the sound of the stream hitting the bottom of the potty, and how the sound quickly changed as it filled up. My mother smiled and went into the living room. As she left, she said, “Very good, but stay seated and let it run a second time.” So I sat there and thought about how I could prove to my mother even more that I was “cooperating,” as she put it this morning, so that she wouldn't send me to school with diapers again. Besides, I still firmly believed that today I might be spared wearing diapers at night. After half an hour, something really did happen and it gurgled briefly. What did my mother mean when she said I should “get” her when I was done? Should I call out or actually go to the kitchen and tell her that I was ready to be changed? But I didn't want to risk doing something wrong. So, with a heavy heart, I got up, cleaned myself with a piece of paper from the roll my mother had placed next to the potty, threw the paper in the trash can, and ran to the kitchen as I was, wearing a T-shirt on top and naked on the bottom.  I was very nervous and my heart was pounding. “What else can I do to put her in a good mood for tomorrow?” I thought to myself. On my way through the living room, I noticed the new diaper pants that my mother had already brought in from the terrace, where I had to hang them up to dry. They were now folded on top of a pile of clothes that had also been brought in from outside. “That would be another plus,” I thought. I grabbed the white panties and ran with them to the kitchen. But my mother was sitting in her armchair in the living room with a newspaper. I had overlooked her there. It was only when I turned around and wanted to run back to look for her that I spotted her. She smiled at me. 'I had just run through the living room, excited like a three-year-old, stark naked with my diaper pants in my hand. And „my mother was watching me," flashed through my mind. My mother seemed amused as I stood there bewildered in front of her. She probably remembered my toddler days, when I probably ran around the house just as cluelessly.   Only now did I react and cover myself with at least one hand. In my other hand, I was still holding up the white, unfolded plastic pants in all its glory. I wanted to sink into the ground and for a moment I wanted to cry and give free rein to my anger and frustration. At the last moment, however, I came to my senses and just stared at my mother with my mouth open. She must have read my inner struggle on my face and spoke to me in an emphatically loving tone: “There you are, Tom. What do you want to tell me?” Slowly, I broke out of my paralysis and the sentences I had prepared earlier seeped back into my consciousness. "Yes. Well. I wanted to say that I'm done with the potty. And I even went a second time, just like you wanted.“   ”Very good! And now, what should we do to keep your bed dry, Tom?“ ”Put on my new diaper pants?" I looked down at the floor in sheer embarrassment. My mother stood up, stroked my hair, and took off my diaper pants. “But I'm sure I won't wet the bed today. I tried really hard today, do I really have to? I mean, put on the ‘pants’? ”Then run and show me your potty." With my bottom bare, I had to walk in front of her to the bathroom. There I stood next to my potty, my hands crossed in front of my crotch. My mother ran water into the tub. “Will that be enough to keep your bed dry? I'll make you a suggestion. You empty the potty and wash it. Then dry it thoroughly,” she said, handing me one of the dry diapers from the laundry basket. “Now go into the bathtub, brush your teeth, and try again for a few minutes. In the meantime, I'll get everything ready in your room.” I nodded and reached for the potty. “So it's true. She's going to diaper me after all,” flashed through my mind. “She means it.” I got into the tub, but the water wasn't very warm, so I was soon out again. My mother watched me through the open doors. As I stood naked in the bathroom brushing my teeth, my mother came in.   It was very embarrassing again to be supervised like a toddler without panties while brushing my teeth. But I still preferred it to sitting on the potty in front of my mother again. My mother noticed that I was overdoing it with the brushing today and finally gave me a slap on the bottom. “That's enough. Take your potty and carry it over.” I rinsed it out, bent down, and carried it behind my mother into my room. There I was supposed to put it against the wall opposite my bed. I stood there indecisively. “Come on, sit on it and try again. We still have a little time.” With a red face, I squatted down in front of my mother. I took small steps backwards and placed my bottom back on the potty. My mother had taken the laundry off the balcony and also the plastic panties from yesterday. Now she began to prepare my “nighttime things” for me. My new diaper pants were already on the changing mat. Now she placed a stack of diapers next to them, then took two cloth diapers out of the package in my closet. She neatly folded the cloth diapers and placed them on top of each other next to the plastic panties on the changing mat. There were probably three of them. Now she took another diaper, folded it into a triangle, and placed it directly on top of the open diaper pants. Then she lifted the package with the three diapers and placed it on the triangular cloth. Now she spread the two paper diapers out in a row on top of the striped diaper stack. Baby powder and cream were already waiting. Now she sat down on the rustling bed and looked at me. “Okay, Tom. Spread your knees further apart and try to let it flow a little more.” I spread my knees even further apart as told and imagined what kind of picture I was presenting to my mother now. She stood up again, came over to me and said, “Come on, we can take off your T-shirt now, raise your arms.” She pulled the shirt over my head and folded it up. I was now sitting there completely naked in front of her.   “Yes, that's not going to work. Stand up and lie down. We'll have to diaper you and add another diaper for safety's sake.” She went to the cupboard and took another paper diaper out of the pack. I scurried past her and lay down on the mat. When she turned around, she had to laugh. “Funny bunny. Not next to your diapers. You have to lie on them so we can swaddle you.“ So I got up again, sat down with my legs spread on the diapers, and leaned back. “That's good. Legs up and back. Grab the back of your knees. Yes. And now we'll put the diaper on the front. Leave it up there. Now comes the cream. Here and here and down there, like that, and now nicely all around.” I actually felt her finger on my butt hole and clenched in embarrassment. “Don't clench! Spread your legs further apart and relax. Look up and down with the cream and we're done there too. Now put your legs down and spread them wiiiide for me. Very nice.” I lay in front of her like a baby and she now wrapped the cloth diapers around my legs like a thick package and packed everything in well. And suddenly there they were again, the phrases I already knew from my first bedwetting phase. She rubbed back and forth on the diapers over my stomach and called out, “Shall we put diaper pants on you again?” as she picked up the white plastic pants. She pushed them under me and I instinctively lifted my pelvis. "Such a big boy, being so good? Will your bed stay dry today?“ She pulled the front part of the diaper pants up between my legs. ”Shall we swaddle the boy now?" I didn't know how to answer. Of course I wanted to go to sleep without diapers. She waited a moment for a reaction. Maybe she wanted to explain it again. I didn't answer. So she slowly closed the plastic pants. Click, click, click. “Now the other side.” Click, click, click. There was a short pause. Then she gently took hold of my knees, which were still bent, and playfully moved them backward, in circular movements, apart and back together again. She smiled lovingly at me as she did so. Immediately, I was reminded of very early childhood memories. Back then, baby gymnastics with my mother. Back then, when she still had so much time for me. Once a week, we went to a gym. There were lots of children there. Of course, I wasn't wearing diapers anymore, I remembered. I was a big boy. Not a baby as some of the other kids. But we played the game almost every evening. Yes, I had the same feeling then, and yes, now I saw myself again in my thoughts. Familiarity, security. But when it was time to go to sleep, I had the thick stuffed plastic pants between my legs. I lay on my bed. My mother was above me. Later, I learned that these “relaxation exercises” were supposed to stimulate nerve pathways. “So that children feel when they need to go in time. It helps them become potty trained.” Again, she lovingly pressed my knees back against my chest. My diapered bottom was now sticking out. Now she followed the old pattern of “the cyclist.” She took my feet by the soles in each hand and moved them back and forth and back and forth again until I built up counterpressure and finally began to “cycle” myself. Faster and faster. My panties made noises during the exercises, just like they did back then. Pfft, pfft, pfft. I relaxed and had to smile at the memories. I remembered that I still had my pacifier in my mouth back then. It was light blue with a yellow duck on it. I didn't give it up until I was over four years old. I blushed briefly. My mother noticed my reaction and smiled too. “You seem to like this better than spending time together in the bath?” Somehow she was right. “We can do this more often now if you want. Like we used to. Do you remember?” I nodded, feeling caught out, and looked away in embarrassment. My mother had to smile and moved my knees outwards again in a circular motion. My curled-up crotch lay prominently in front of us. Then she stretched my legs back over my head with one hand. Three small, loving pats on my diapered bottom followed. “Pfff, pfff, pfff.” She brought my legs back down, reached between my knees, lightly touching my diaper with her forearm and rubbing my chest with her hand. At first I had smiled, but now I had to laugh. It was just like before. “Spider Tommy!” she called out. That's what we used to call it. My mother had to laugh too.  “Look how well the panties fit,” she said when we had calmed down a bit. She rubbed the front of the new plastic pants. Somehow I felt reassured. My mother has time for me. My bed will stay dry. "So, Tom. These are your own diapers now, not borrowed ones. You'll need them for a while. I want you to take on a little responsibility.  The plastic panties stay on I'll take care of your diapers, but you wash the plastic panties yourself and hang them up to dry. And after school, you bring them back to your room and put them on the bed, ready for the evening. Will you do that?“ I nodded. ”Very good. Then we've discussed everything.“ She took the pajamas I had left from my closet and pulled them over my feet, which I had to stretch out. ”Bottom up mister, here come the pajama pants for my bunny. Sit up, arms in the air, and there's the shirt. Now Tomi is all wrapped up. You'll sleep well if the bed stays dry now." I was now wearing even thicker diapers than yesterday, and the pajama pants were tight. My mother held up the blanket, and I was supposed to crawl off the changing mat.   It was over. Too bad, for a moment I hadn't had to think about anything. As if from a dream, I rolled off the changing mat.   The thickly padded crotch stood out prominently. My mother folded the mat and put it back at the end of my bed. It would always lie there now. As a silent reminder of what awaited me every evening whenever I came into my room. Even worse when others came into my room... With these thoughts, my mother covered me up and stroked my hair. “And today the diaper pants stay on, okay?” “Yes, of course,” was my answer. “And why?” “So my bed stays dry,” I replied meekly. She turned on the light and lowered the blinds. “Good boy!  Sleep well. Lights out.” It went dark. I could hear my mother doing housework in the apartment. Then the TV went on. I could hear muffled sounds coming from there too. “It was far too early to fall asleep,” I thought to myself. I tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position, the mattress crackling with every movement. Lying on my side was uncomfortable with the diapers between my legs. I turned onto my back, my legs automatically remaining slightly spread. At some point, I reached under the blanket between my legs. My hand felt the thick bulge. Then it slid under my pajamas. I felt the plastic of the diaper pants. It was warm again, but it felt strange. Then I remembered the words my cousin Veronika had said mockingly a few hours earlier: “By evening, you'll be wearing your baby pants. You'll be lying in your bed with thick diapers and probably a pacifier in your mouth.” She's right, like a baby... Lying on my back with my legs bent, I was now in my bed, much too early. Just because I had an “accident”... Well, a few... Still, it's unfair! Should I just pull down these stupid diapers again...?, I thought to myself. As I did so, I rubbed the smooth material. It was somehow familiar. “Like before,” I thought. When Dad was still here.   Mom was very nice to me this evening when she changed my diaper. Diaper? I'm not a baby! Hopefully no one from my school or my friends will find out.   Do I have to wear a diaper again tomorrow during the day? No, not if I keep it on! I'll leave my diaper pants on tonight. Then tomorrow she'll see that I really don't need them. “My diaper pants!?” I now have my “own” diaper pants... What did Mom just say? “These are your own diapers now, not borrowed. You'll need them for a while. I want you to take a little responsibility.” How long is “a while”? It was nice how my mother played the old games. Of course, it's all childish. But somehow my mother is more relaxed now. She'll soon see that it's exaggerated. It also feels a little familiar. Somehow, it was also nice as a little boy.  I stroked the smooth plastic. “Nice,” I thought to myself. With both hands on my crotch, I fell asleep.     During the night, my mother was suddenly back with me. She uncovered me and woke me up. “Tom, wake up.” She shook me and I slowly came to. “What is it?” I muttered, half awake. “I'm going to sleep now, and you please go to the potty again,” she said, pulling down my pants. “Okay, I'm going to take off your diaper. Look, it's still dry. Good. We'll put it there. We'll put it back on in a minute and you can go back to sleep. Look, there's your potty. Sit down. That's good. Now go pee.” Still half asleep, I sat on my potty. There was my old pacifier on my nightstand. Who put it there? It would be nice to try it out... But I'm not a baby! Nonsense. Why am I sitting on a potty anyway?   I stood up, feeling a little indecisive. Now I'll quickly get the pacifier. The blue pacifier. Then my mother turned to me. I was startled. I already had the pacifier in my mouth. I was very embarrassed. “You have your own diaper now,” she said kindly. I quickly wanted to sit back down on the potty. Then I felt a warm sensation around my legs. Between my legs. Around my bottom. Now I felt that I had to pee. Was I already peeing? No!!!

As you can tell, I've fallen behind. I had some surgery in August right after returning from two weeks in Europe, and it is taking me a while to return to things like, well, reading diaper stories. 🙂 But this is one of my favorites, and that twist caught me totally off guard, so I'm glad I'm back. Did the thieves know that Mother's plan is nefarious? If so, why didn't they tell Alfie?

Good on em

What are you hoping to get out of it? They alert at any amount of moisture so it's not a good "when to change" monitor.

Chapter Nineteen Jenny sat in the highchair in absolute despair. Nanny Olivia seemed to find the tiniest bibs possible for dinner, serving more to mock them than to provide any form of modesty or protection from the dripping baby food. And there was a lot of dripping baby food. As a glop of orange mush slowly trailed down her chin, Jenny raised her arm to clean herself, only to be stopped by the mittens and restraints. The only positive of this experience was that Daisy was seated two feet away and seemed to be having an even worse time. Nanny Olivia sat between them, alternating spoonfuls of mush from one whiny woman to the other. Jenny had lost count at some point, but there were at least a dozen empty baby food containers between them and a few empty bottles. Daisy groaned, shaking her head back and forth as the spoon came in for another landing. “What was that Baby Daisy? Did you say something? Oh, I think it was your little bum-bum. Does your little bum-bum have something to say?” Daisy was in too much distress to even be snarky. A series of very unladylike toots had filled the room for several minutes, muffled only slightly by the thick padding wrapped around the cute blonde’s rumbly tummy.  “Ughh…please, Nanny Olivia…no more…I can’t….mmmmph!” Another spoonful of orange mush, either sweet potato or carrot, was forced into the pleading blonde’s mouth and Jenny didn’t even have time to enjoy the sweet taste of revenge before her mouth was filled with the same. “Okay, little ones, one bottle for each of you and then we’re done!” Jenny hoped for mercy as the bottles approached, but there was none to be found. The various flavors of mush on her lips blended with the creamy liquid that poured out of the bottles and ran down her cheeks and onto her bare breasts. Both women tried to mount protests and complain but Olivia held firm and any attempts to communicate only resulted in a bigger mess until it was clear that neither woman was moving until both bottles were emptied.  Jenny turned to Daisy, and they each looked into each other’s tear-filled eyes as they silently agreed to a truce and to finish their bottles as quickly as possible. Several agonizing minutes later, Jenny watched Daisy lean forward as Nanny Olivia patted her back until unladylike sounds were coming from both ends. The struggling blonde winced as the waistband of her diaper was pulled back for an impromptu diaper check. “I see some little messies in there, Miss Daisy. All of this could have been avoided if you had just made your morning messy, but your chart said that you were a very stubborn girl this morning. I hope you are learning a valuable lesson about listening to grown-ups.” It was just as Jenny was in the middle of her own bizarrely effective burping session that the dam burst and Daisy cried out. “Ughh…ooh…oh nooo….please, let me out! Please! Ugh…” “You know as well as I do that you aren’t done yet, you little stinker. Let’s get you two cleaned up and we’ll see how you’re doing then.” Daisy rocked her head back and forth as her face and chest were wiped free of one disgusting mush while the adorable blonde was forced to sit in another. Once clean, her pacifier was reapplied and Jenny went through the same humiliating wipe down.   It was in the still silence in the aftermath of their feeding while both women leaned back in their highchairs that Jenny let loose a little toot of her own. Jenny blushed and looked away as Daisy surprised her with a look that she didn’t think the scornful blonde was capable of: empathy. Jenny’s stomach now churned as Daisy was helped down from the highchair, her eyes fixated on the sagging discoloration that now filled the seat of Daisy’s diaper. Oh god…that’s going to be me. That’s going to be me. She had an even better view of the damage as she crawled behind Daisy on their way to the changing tables, clenching her bottom as tightly as she could with each slight movement. “Stand up, Daisy. Let’s get a look at you.” Daisy stood to her feet, wincing as the contents of her diaper shifted. There had been dozens and dozens of dirty diapers over her last few months, but they never got easier and the pampered princess never got used to the icky feeling.  Most mornings, Daisy would wake up and mess in her crib to get her required daily messing over with before heading to the Preschool Room and trying to regain some sense of maturity. But some mornings it was all just too much and she couldn’t bring herself to debase herself like that. She had experimented with different methods to keep her bottom clean. In the early days, she tried to bribe a few of the nannies, but her daddy’s money was no good here. Then she tried to flaunt her body at them, promising them wild sexual favors. But if any of them swung that way, it didn’t matter. They all dismissed her in laughing hysterics at the mere thought of the adorable little diaper-filler as a sexual being.  There had been a few instances where she couldn’t hold it and had to resort to using the potties in Miss Rachel’s room, but the look of absolute disgust from Miss Rachel, her classmates, and whatever maid drew the short straw that day had been enough to reduce her to tears. Some Night Nannies would give her a few hours to try to make a mess on her own before resorting to the nuclear option, but some of them…like Nanny Olivia…seemed to enjoy taking the attractive blonde down a peg whenever they got the chance. Looking into Nanny Olivia’s big green eyes, Daisy was pretty sure that the deranged woman was a sadist at heart.  “Oh, what a full diaper, Miss Daisy! You made a big present for me tonight. How can such an adorable little thing like yourself make such a big, stinky mess?” Daisy hung her head and waited for Olivia to finish entertaining herself. She was made to bend over and Jenny watched as the chubby nanny playfully smacked the heavy, diapered bottom, listening to the adorable little squeaks with a wicked smile. “Give me one more little push, Daisy. Let’s make sure you’re all cleaned out!” Daisy groaned but did as she was told, squeezing out one final, humiliating toot. Nanny Olivia booped the girl on the nose and held out her hands. Jenny could never have imagined the bratty blonde from her Preschool class could have ever been in such a humiliating predicament. She seemed so sure of herself and confident, even when she was being punished and humiliated.  Jenny saw none of those characteristics as Daisy crawled onto the table, doing her best to keep the mess from spreading further. All of that was for naught, as Olivia gave the defeated blonde a slight nudge and watched her land on her mushy bottom with a wince and a groan. She cuffed Daisy and made sure she was secure, but, for once, there was nowhere in the world Daisy would rather be than on top of a changing table. “And what about you? You’ve been awfully quiet, Baby Jenny. Have you made any presents for me yet?” Nanny Olivia bent her at the waist for a diaper check and Jenny’s eyes opened wide. No. Not now. Oh god….oh god….please…not now. Jenny’s eyes grew wider as what she believed to be a small release of gas was a trojan horse for the bountiful harvest of mushy baby food and creamy liquids she had been forced to consume over the last several hours. The demoted journalist fell to her hands and knees, unable to stop the devastation happening in her diaper. There were no words. Only whimpers and groans as she bent forward and filled her diaper, feeling every bit the baby that she was being treated as. Several messy moments later, Jenny closed her eyes and panted, at least glad to be done with her ultimate humiliation. And then her bladder released. The warm torrent rushed through her already soiled diaper as Jenny sat motionless like a deer in headlights until a few firm pats to her messy bottom shook her back into reality. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back for you.” And Jenny didn’t. Not a muscle.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Jenny sat in the large bubble bath, still shaken from the devastatingly humiliating experience. She hadn’t spoken a word since the eruption in her diaper, and wasn’t sure if she would ever speak again as her mind continued to relive the mortifying experience. She had tried to remain motionless while she waited for Daisy to be wiped, but every breath, every tiny movement, reminded her of what she had just done. She, Jennifer Brooks, had just messed her diaper like a baby. And apparently, she wasn’t finished. Her bottom continued to erupt and add to the mess in small bursts and toots as she waited her turn to be cleaned. In the end, Jenny forced herself to push and make sure that this would be the last time she would ever have to face this indignity. As Daisy was finished and the heavy, sealed diaper was dropped into the bin with a loud thud, Jenny began her reluctant ascent to the changing table. Keeping the disgusting mush away from her skin was her primary concern, but proved impossible as she laid on the table and tried to imagine herself as anywhere else in the universe. Suddenly, waiting in the line at the DMV or having a cavity filled sounded like pleasant experiences.   For her part, Nanny Olivia did not seem phased by the catastrophic mess in front of her, having undoubtedly changed hundreds of wet and messy diapers in her time. The cleaning process was an out-of-body experience for Jenny. She winced from time to time as the cold wipes cleaned away her shame and came into contact with her skin. At some point during the humiliating procedure, Jenny realized that if she hadn’t been changed promptly, she would have been at risk for diaper rash. A thirty-eight-year-old journalist with diaper rash. What am I doing with my life?   Nanny Olivia finished the task in either moments or years. Jenny couldn’t be sure, as her mind drifted to a completely different galaxy. A world where she was sitting in her corner office as a well-respected journalist instead of laying on a changing table in the middle of a very messy diaper change. Nanny Olivia continued to coo at her with sweet little comments designed to humiliate and regress her further, but Jenny wasn’t listening. She was in a tornado, with the world swirling around her until, just as suddenly, it stopped. Jenny was standing next to the changing table, forced to hold hands with Daisy. At some point, it seemed that their mittens and booties had been removed, but Jenny didn’t have any recollection of that. She watched in slow-motion as Daisy fell to her knees and proceeded crawling past the changing table to an area in the back and her body followed, an infantilized zombie blindly trudging towards her impending doom.  Now she was sitting across from the cute, frazzled blonde in a large bubble bath, both blinking at each other but not really seeing each other behind their pacifiers as they waited for what was coming.  They each allowed themselves to be thoroughly cleaned, raising an arm or lifting a leg as they were prompted. Being bathed and scrubbed alongside another woman, by a third woman, seemed like something out of one of the stories that Jenny had read, designed to titillate and arouse. It would have been unthinkable even six hours ago, yet now she allowed every nook and every cranny to be scrubbed alongside the blonde that began her downfall without as much as a peep.   o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “I haven’t done that in weeks. I don’t know what I was thinking this morning. I just, like, couldn’t go through it again. I just wanted to feel pretty and have a relatively normal day without shitting my pants when I woke up.” Jennifer nodded and sucked on her bottle, hoping beyond hope that whatever was in it would only result in wet diaper changes from here on out. They hadn’t spoken a word to each other since Daisy entered the nursery, and then she suddenly launched into a monologue out of nowhere. “It’s so much worse when they make me do it that way. In the mornings, it’s small and controlled, and I’m changed quickly and they’re always so nice and cheerful. What was I thinking?!” Jennifer continued to nod and suck, fairly certain that Daisy would have this exact conversation whether she was here or not, but grateful for the insight on the younger woman’s experience. She wasn’t sure what to make of her article anymore. At first, she had planned it as a hit piece. Then more of an expose’, where she shared all the dark secrets. Then, it was going to be more of an experimental, day-in-the-life sort of thing. Now…well, she certainly wouldn’t be sharing any of that.   “...and that’s why the enemas are even worse. I’ve only had those a few times, and it was when I first started. And it’s always Nanny Olivia. I think that bitch really hates me.” “How long have you been here?” “Oh…ummm…” Daisy stopped, partly because she had gotten used to monologuing without interruption and partly because she didn’t actually know the answer. “Umm, what’s the date?” Jennifer blinked and tried to drain a little more of her bottle, not sure if Daisy wanted to hear the answer. “Do they not tell you what day it is?” “Nope. And there are no clocks in here either. Haven’t you noticed?” The journalist looked around and shook her head. That is the type of detail she would normally pick up on. All of this baby stuff had really dulled her senses. “That’s messed up. Well, umm…It’s September. The 15th.” Daisy took a deep breath and sat in silence, drinking her bottle for a few moments, trying to come to grips with what that meant for her. “Three months. No…four months. I’ve been here for four months. I haven’t used a toilet in four months. Haven’t had a hot shower in four months. Haven’t had sex in four months. God, I miss sex.” Jenny chose that moment to continue drinking her bottle. She wasn’t a prude, and this experience had definitely opened her up to a few other things, but it had also been a while since she had been on a date or had a guy over. She nodded along, realizing that she missed sex too, albeit for different reasons.   “How long are they keeping you here? What did you do?” Daisy pulled out her mostly empty bottle, letting it come off of her lips with a satisfying pop. Her face turned to an indignant pout. “I didn’t do anything. They got me on the same shit they got everyone else on. I’m guessing you’re here for speeding, resisting arrest, that sort of thing, yeah?” Jenny nodded, noting that Daisy was getting more heated. She listened intently, as this played directly into her earlier assertion that there was something nefarious happening inside of The Academy. “Yeah, me too. Pretty much everyone else. I fought against everything and everyone, hard, and wound up in the Nursery on my first day. I was in here for weeks before they let me ‘graduate’ to Preschool every now and then. For the last month or so, I spend most of my days in there and come here at night, unless I get demoted or they want to teach me a lesson. Sorry I was such a bitch to you in there.” Jenny nodded, finishing up her own bottle and laying it down beside her. “It’s okay. It sounds like you’ve had a pretty rough go of it.” Jenny’s mind wandered. Should she tell the girl that she is a reporter? Was she being held here against her will? Would they keep me here for months if I spoke out against them? Jennifer couldn’t imagine spending even one more day in diapers. “I guess my dad wants me in here. He’s super rich and I guess he just got sick of dealing with me and bailing me out when I got in trouble. I think he’s making some big donations for them to ‘straighten me out once and for all’ or something like that. I guess I wasn’t really doing anything with my life before all of this anyway, ya know?” Jenny put her pacifier back in and nodded. She had spent over a decade in a dead-end job and got herself into this crazy scenario just to…have a slightly better dead-end job? Is this all there was to life? Jenny smirked behind her pacifier, and Daisy pounced. “What’s so funny? Is my story amusing?” “Oh, no…nothing like that. I’m sorry! I just…it got me thinking about some of the deeper things and meanings in my life and now you’ve got me re-examining my life choices. And I thought about how odd it is that I’m sitting in a diaper in a nursery and rethinking my life. It’s almost like starting over, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but I wish there was another way. I mean, I guess I went through my share of rehabs and even had a house arrest for a few months last year. Maybe they’re right and I’m just not cut out for this whole adulthood thing after all.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o It had taken almost a full day, but Jenny finally decided to take someone’s advice and it was indeed making her life better. Jenny hated how familiar this felt already. As she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for her wet diaper to be removed, she was grateful that Daisy had given her the head’s up about wetting her diaper before bedtime. When Nanny Olivia approached for bedtime diaper checks, she did it with her pink paddle in hand and was clearly bummed about not getting to spank anyone during her shift. The wipes were still cold, the powder still tickled, and the diaper was still soft and confining, and before Jenny knew it she had been changed into a clean diaper and a new outfit. She was pretty sure she had worn something like this almost four decades ago and hated it just as much then. The long footie pajamas also included fingerless mittens so that she couldn’t get into any trouble at night and she was somewhat surprised to see that it zipped in the back to prevent tampering. Daisy had also been changed into an identical onesie and stood beside her, having apparently made a bit of a mess in her diaper as well. They stood patiently as their teeth were brushed, adding another awkward moment to an already bizarre day. Having your teeth brushed by someone else would be bizarre in most other situations, but was barely registering to Jenny anymore. The girls were forced into a long hug and made to say goodnight to each other, earning themselves a brief spanking over their padded bottoms before using the correct names. “Goodnight, Baby Daisy.” “Goodnight, Baby Jenny.” They were each helped into their adjacent cribs and laid on their backs as the rails were pulled up and the lights were dimmed. “Good night, my little babies. Sweet dreams.” Jenny watched as the curvy nurse made her way across the nursery to one of the cushy, oversized rocking chairs meant for nursing and snuggles and made herself comfortable, lazily tossing her short legs across one arm of the chair. She pulled out her phone and began scrolling, the bright light illuminating her face in the otherwise darkened nursery. Jenny’s final thoughts revolved around trying to think of the last time she had gone without her phone for a day. She couldn’t remember and her eyelids felt…so…heavy… ------------------------- Grab the completed story HERE   Ream | SubStar | Amazon | Free Monthly Story