2011

Melbourne here

“Eileen, don’t forget Kayla’s lesson,” Ms. Morgan warned Eileen, “you are not authorized to remove her diaper.” “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t like to humiliate you,” Eileen smiled at Kayla. She sat down next to her and helped her with school activity. They ignored the classmates that kept staring at Kayla and Eileen. At lunch, Eileen took Kayla’s plate and fed her. It was strange, but they again ignored the mocking looks.

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When she got to the game room she was surprised to see that both Hugo and Octavia were in their pajamas, Hugo's pj's wasn't that surprising his jammies were a childish dinosaur themed pajamas, his bottom looks big though obvious from not his a nighttime diaper. Octavia's pajamas were pretty childish as well a footed onesie, pink with adorable prints on it.

17 “B-because… it’s… makes me relaxed….” I say, broken She just closes her eyes, shakes her head, and smiles. I look down at my diaper, a friendly yellow triceratops staring back at me. I squeeze my legs. Mrs. Chen leaves me, grabbing a bag. I don’t know what she’s doing. I hope she leaves. I hope she stays. I’m gonna cry…. But then she’s done with whatever she was doing and threads her arms under mine again. I look over her shoulder at her butt and see the same gray duffel bag the tiger came in. Except, it’s full of diapers, food, and clothes. “W-what’s happening?” I ask. She pats my diaper in response. I feel it warm from anxiety. “Where are we going?” I try again. 18 “Home, Dear,” she says, “I still have Sophie’s car seat set up, what good fortune.” I tell her I won’t fit and she just giggles. “We’ll see,” she says. She walks down the stairs with surprising grace. I clutch her for dear life; I look over the paint-chipped railing at her black SUV in the lot below. I whimper. What’s going to happen? We get to the car; she swipes her foot under the trunk to open it and throws in the bag. Then we move to backseat where Sophie’s cartoon safari print seat is waiting. I’m glad for a moment that the Chen’s like cute animals as much as me. She sets me down; I sink into it, my knees dusting the driver side seat in front of me. She buckles me up and pats my head. “Be good,” she says, unassuming. I comply as we take off, watching the city fly outside the window. We pull up in front of a grand house and Mrs. Chen takes me inside, leaving the car in the circle drive out front. “You’re getting a real bath,” she says. “When’s the last time you’ve even gotten wet with anything but your own pee?” she teases. I don’t even know. “Doesn’t matter,” she shakes her head. “I amazed that your diaper rash wasn’t worse. How often were you changing?” No answer. “Doesn’t matter. You won’t have to worry about that anymore.” She chuckles to herself and pokes my nose. “I guess I’m not done buying Pampers, hm?” 19 “My my, already wet, huh?” Mrs. Chen plays, laying me down on a floor towel. She peels off my wet diaper, giving it cursory wipe. “Oh, you don’t want Mr. Giraffe getting hurt, do you?” she asks. I shake my head hesitantly, and she pulls him from my grasp. Then she takes my shirt, leaving me completely nude. She lifts me up and sets me in a little blue bath seat with seahorse motifs: Sophie’s of course. It leaves just enough wiggle room around my thighs for my fingers to slip through. “Oh, silly me,” she says, “I forgot to fill the tub. Sit still be careful, Cupcake,” she says. I swallow. “M-m-mrs. Chen, I-I-I’m a b-big girl, I don’t need… this,” I choke out, one hand doing a poor job of covering up my modesty, the other holding onto the front of the seat. “Oh,” Mrs. Chen swoons, “Sweetie,” she signs. “You used to be a big girl, and you definitely need a bath.” I start bawling, hands falling to my sides. Mrs. Chen hums a soothing tune as she sponges me. At some point, I start sucking my thumb. But Mrs. Chen says nothing, because my hands are already washed. It all blends together as she rinses me and turns me over to wash my intimates. Then she’s done, and she tells me to wait a moment while she exits the bathroom. I grip my plastic prison, staring down at my twinkling toes. When Mrs. Chen comes back, she sits on the toilet, pulls me onto her lap, and thoroughly dries me. She loosely wraps me with the towel and stands up. We walk down a hall I’ve never seen; she carries me with one arm and leans in the opposite direction to balance. “Oooh~” she says, “The funny thing is, with a place this big, you’re bound to forget about rooms.” She stops in front of a door and opens it with her. “I was coming to tell you today that I discovered some new furniture for you,” she says. “I suppose I didn’t know how literal it would be~” We enter. It’s Sophie’s first nursery, perfectly preserved in time. I always wondered what happened to it; I guess the Chen’s are so rich they can just forget an entire room of things without a second thought. That being said, it’s quite barren. It was definitely put together for a younger, less able Sophie. We head over to the changing table. She rummages under the table, pulling out a diaper, powder, and 9M onesie with green polkadots. The diapering is quick. Then comes the onesie. I look up at her in resigned disbelief. She grins as she guides my arms through the holes; they’re tight, but bearable. Then she tries pulling it over my head. It gets stuck on my crown, naturally. Yet, she keeps trying, pressuring my neck uncomfortably, tugging, tugging, until… it slips past my ears. I gasp. She continues pulling it down around me, tightening on my skin, until she brings both sides together at my crotch. The buttons make a satisfying snap. I look down at myself: the fabric is stretched and taught, but it’s so thin I barely notice the resistance. My diaper peeks out around the legs, and the bludge is obvious anyway. I whimper. “Aww,” Mrs. Chen says. “It’s okay, Muffin,” she pets my hair. I push up into it like a cat. I stare at the glowing-plastic-star’ed ceiling as she grabs another unknown item; I quickly find out when she slides it under me. It’s an unnaturally soft baby blanket. Mrs. Chen begins wrapping it around me, each wind tighter than the last—like a spider preparing a meal. And she does look ravenous, her smile as wide as a dinner plate. My arms smush against my chest while my legs fold up into the fetal position. The winding doesn’t stop, more blanket seeming to be fashioned out of thin air. Finally, she’s finished. She holds me in her arms, peering down, my body compressed into a nub. “There. All safe and snug. Now, I think it’s probably about someone’s naptime, hm?” She carries me towards a bassinet; it’s frilly and soft and has big awning with a mobile. She lays me inside. I try to adjust my position… but I can’t. The swaddling is too tight. I whimper. “Oh, Muffin, you’re probably worried about Mr. Giraffe, huh?” she asks. “Don’t worry, he’s right here!” she says, wiggling him above me. His snout hits the mobile and it starts lazily spinning. She sits him down on my chest. I want to look at him but my neck is locked in place. It’s okay. He’s here, and I already feel a little better. “Ah, and,” she says, pulling out a blue pacifier, “Mel’s binkie!” she pops it in my mouth. I start suckling, and my eyes grow heavy. She sighs. “Well, Mel, Cupcake. I promise I’ll go through all your things tomorrow, and I’ll make sure to pick out all the things you need. You seemed quite fond of your walker, so that’s a keeper for sure. How else will my little one get around?” she giggles. “Just kidding. I’m sure my little girl can crawl already, can’t she?” she says, kissing my forehead. I just watch her monologue, my pacifier bobbing. “Maybe I should grab the training potty…. But I don’t think we’ll be needing that for quite a while…” she sighed. She stroked my hair, twirling it in her fingers. “I’ll definitely get your Pampers, we’re going to need every single one we can get, after all~” She kisses me again, twice this time, and rubs my bottom. “Oh, Mel, if I had known, I wouldn’t have let you struggle for so long. It’s a good thing Sophie’s things found you when they did. You really made them your own,” she says. “And now… you won’t need any of that big girl stuff for a long, long time.” P.S. So, it's over, I suppose. I wanted a little more freedom with the last chapter so I decided to break the mold. I definitely could have gone further with this, but I thought it was best to leave it very open-ended. Anyway, that's all from me. Thanks. I was definitely inspired by some of those older works.