Sissy Room

Still in bed at 11am - that’s twelve hours in my Incontrol Bedry Night nappy. I’ve probably peed in it 6 or 8 times and I pooped in it about an hour and a half ago. It feels so good I really don’t want to change my nappy!

Great story, looking forwards to part 3

I love the story . Great job .

That’s a lovely big thick cloth nappy and plastic pants

Alice's "mommy" has never been this harsh before. How far is it going to be taken? And can Alice's bruised and battered psyche keep her sane in an increasingly abusive environment?  --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I slowly climbed to my feet. The room swam around me a little bit for a few second as all the blood that had rushed to my head drained away. I staggered slightly as I turned to face Mom who was now standing and pointing at the mattress. I kept my legs as far apart as possible and waddled towards the bed. It felt impossible that I wouldn’t leak as my diaper slid and squelched against me with every movement. I gingerly climbed up on to the bed on my knees. If at all possible, I wanted to avoid pressing my full diaper against the bed, nothing good could come from it. I looked at Mom and waited for her to get the changing supplies, instead she just looked at me in disgust. I sniffed and quickly regretted it. The smell was unbelievable. Mom started walking towards the door. “W-Where are you going?” I asked anxiously. “Downstairs.” Mom replied, “I’ll change you in the morning.” “What!?” I exclaimed. Despite my fear of Mom, I couldn’t keep a lid on my shock, “Y-You can’t do that!” “Babies don’t decide when they are changed. You’re to stay in that bed until I come to get you.” Mom responded cooly. She smiled with good humour that didn’t reach her eyes, “Have a good night.” “Mom!” I cried out, “Please, come back! I’m sorry!” I wasn’t even sure why exactly I was apologising. Mom left the room without a backwards glance and then closed the door behind her. I kept staring at where she had just been standing, she couldn’t really be leaving me like this. My diaper was so full, it was like a timebomb, sooner or later it would surely burst and when it did, I didn’t want to be anywhere near it, yet alone wearing it. The door would open, and Mom would come back in, she would say it was all a prank and then change me. She said that babies don’t choose when they are changed, but they weren’t left like I was either. I was a baby and I needed Mom! Minutes ticked by and nothing happened. I was still maintaining my position on the bed, not wanting to move and press the full diaper against the mattress below. Mom wasn’t coming back. I couldn’t stay in my current diaper, it was so completely full and disgusting, the thought was so horrible I simply couldn’t accept it. Every movement seemed to move and smear the result of the enema against my skin. My nose had partially adjusted to the smell, but it still felt overpowering. I looked down at the diaper which was bulging out in every direction. The padding was discoloured all over the outer shell and around the leg cuffs in particular it was clear it was barely holding on. I didn’t even want to think about what the inside might’ve looked like. I spent fifteen minutes calling for Mom and shouting apologies. I begged as loudly as I could for her to come and change me, I cried, and I raged impotently but I never the left the bed. I had been told to stay there and I didn’t want to provoke Mom’s wrath again. “I’m a baby!” I cried out as loudly as I could, “And… And I need my Mommy!” I was debasing myself but with the state of my disposable underwear there were no depths I wouldn’t willingly sink to if it meant a change. It didn’t even feel that humiliating any more. I had accepted it. I was an overgrown baby and that was all there was to it. I had to lay down. My arms and legs were getting tired. With a deep breath I slowly lowered myself on my front, I did my best to avoid putting any pressure on my diaper, but I was only partially successful. I could feel the poop being pressed against my front and moving dangerously up my lower back and sideways towards the leg cuffs. Finally, I was down, and I could bury my face in my pillow to cry some more. Like a baby with a dirty diaper, all I could do was cry out and hope a responsible adult came to help me. Nobody came and after a little while, with my room getting darker, I became limp on the mattress. Mommy really was just going to leave me in my bed all night. It felt obscene, she wouldn’t leave a normal baby in a messy diaper for that long so why me? What had I done? Before I knew what I was doing I was banging my hands and feet against the mattress and almost screaming in frustration. It did nothing to help me but by the time I had stopped I felt exhausted, and my throat was hoarse. I wondered what on Earth the neighbours might’ve been thinking, they surely heard my tantrum. I turned over slightly to lay on my side. My diaper was obviously not comfortable, and it was only getting worse. The poop was cooling, and my skin was itching, it was maddening knowing that I couldn’t reach down and bring some relief to my irritated skin. Outside of my room I eventually heard Mommy coming upstairs, her footsteps stopped outside my door, and I held my breath. After a few seconds she carried on down the landing to her own bedroom. Knowing I was going to be stuck there until morning I tried to get some sleep. It was almost impossible when I was in such a state. For a long time, I avoided laying on my back but eventually I found myself in that position, the sticky waste in my disposable oozing and shifting in the grossest ways imaginable. It was inevitable that the diaper wouldn’t last. Despite my best efforts and my attempts to remain as still as possible the leg guards of the diaper had got dirty, then my inner thighs became smeared, soon it was all over my lower half and the bedsheets around me. I started to feel less like a human and more like an animal. I still didn’t get off the bed though. Disobeying Mommy wasn’t an option. Once the leak started it seemed to become less important to be careful. I was already as dirty as I was likely to get, and the sheets were stained. So, I sat back and sank into the poop before lying down. Despite how horrible my circumstances were I knew that going to sleep would kill time until I finally got the change I so desperately needed. It was a long night. No matter how much I wanted to fall asleep it was really tough to switch my brain off. When I DID manage to drift off into unconsciousness it never seemed like it was long before I was getting woken up again. During the night my skin, already itchy, started to burn a little. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I was likely going to have the mother of all diaper rashes. Another sign that I really was just a baby after all. Mommy’s lesson was really sinking in. I saw how much I relied on and needed her. I hated that I had forced her to take such an extreme reaction. I briefly thought about running away after I woke up in the darkness surrounded by my own stink. I ran up against the same old problems. Where would I go? Who would look after me? It had been fully shown to me that I wasn’t capable of looking after myself and I couldn’t imagine anyone putting up with this like Mommy did. She may have been harsh, but I knew she was right. Maybe one day I could prove I was worthy of a second chance at being a big girl. One day. The night seemed to stretch on past infinity. It never ended. I lost track of all time in between my fitful periods of unconsciousness. It was like I wasn’t even there anymore, instead I had retreated deep inside my head where I could think about things whilst being separated from my horrible situation. The dawn couldn’t come fast enough. Mommy was usually an early riser and I could only pray she would stick to form. Reality and my dreams started to mix together, and I felt like I was becoming delirious. As I stared into the darkness I couldn’t tell if I was asleep or awake, whether my eyes were open or closed. It felt like I’d been lying there motionless for years. It was strangely calming. In the back of my head, I knew that if I tried to think about it too much I would be drawn back to the present and I wanted to avoid that more than anything. Better to float around in this strange state of semi-awareness where I was aware but separate from everything around me. If I could, I wanted to stay there forever. Nothing could be touch me when I was in that space. I heard the birds started to chirp. Then I started to see the early morning sun shining through the window. I felt like a wreck. I was exhausted in every way and as light came into the room I could see the bed. The area around my diaper was so gross I almost threw up. It was like a puddle of mud, aside from that there were smears here and there, many of them at least partly dried. My diaper area felt awful, and I had a maddening urge to stick my hands in there to try and relieve the itching. The poop on my inner thigh had dried and hardened which, whilst disgusting, at least seemed to make it smell less. I listened to the sounds of the house. I strained to hear whether or not Mommy was still in bed. It seemed silent. It surely wouldn’t be long until Mommy came in to rescue me. I wanted her more than anything. The doorbell rang out. I prayed it wasn’t a visitor, if someone saw me like this I would’ve died. I could just imagine Mommy showing me to them and talking about how useless I was. Many of the people around me had become aware of the diapers but I was sure if they saw me like this it would be a real shock. I heard Mommy’s footsteps downstairs. She had woken up before me but not come to change me… “Ah, hello.” I heard Mommy say. Her voice was muffled by the closed door and distance, but I could still hear her, “Yes, bring it in. You can leave it down here.” “We were expecting to set this stuff up for you, ma’am.” Came a male voice. “Oh no, it’s quite alright. I can manage.” Mommy replied. “Are you sure?” The man said, “It really wouldn’t be any hassle.” “I’m sure.” Mommy sounded unnaturally cheerful. It made me feel nervous, “My daughter is sick, you see. I think it would be best if I did it.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” The man said, “Well, OK, we just need a couple of signatures.” There was a pause and then some pleasantries before the door was closed. I heard what sounded like a large box being moved and Mommy grunting with some effort. The box seemed to be banging up the stairs although it took Mommy a couple of minutes to reach my bedroom door and push it open. “Good grief, it smells like a sewer in here.” Mommy complained. What did she expect? I knew better than to talk back. I needed a diaper change worse than anyone had ever needed a change before. Before I could say anything, Mommy was dragging the box, whatever had been delivered into the room. The cardboard was bare so telling what it was seemed impossible. It was big though. I was surprised Mommy had manged to drag it up all by herself. Instead of coming over to change me Mom started ripping off the tape on the boxes. I watched unsure if I should say anything. I desperately didn’t want to risk upsetting Mom any further. The package was long but relatively flat and as the flaps were opened up, I saw that there were rows of bars inside. “Help me with this and then I’ll change you.” Mommy said without looking at me. I was utterly gross by this point. I couldn’t smell it, but I was sure the air around me was tainted and I was shocked that Mommy could ignore it all. I slid forwards and stood up for the first time since the enema and felt my diaper sagging, it felt like it was going down to my knees. It was completely wrecked, and it felt like a miracle that the tapes were holding on at all. If they gave up, I could only imagine the mess that would result. “W-What is it?” I asked tentatively, hoping that it wouldn’t get me in trouble. “You’ll see.” Mommy replied, “Now, pick up that end and hold it against the frame of your bed. And for goodness’s sake, keep your mess to yourself.” It would be easier said than done. I picked up the side of the bars that she had indicated. They were metal and a lot heavier than I expected. Mommy had the other end and as I held the bars in place she started fiddling with something over on her end. I should’ve realised what was happening sooner but after she had finished attaching the bars at her end, she came over to me and started doing the same thing. I was able to step back and see what was happening. “T-This is…” I felt myself choking up with shame. “Getting a proper crib that would fit you would’ve been too expensive.” Mommy said casually as if this was all normal, “But fortunately I found the bars being sold on their own.” “But…” I mumbled. “If you want to get cleaned up, you’ll stop talking and help me.” Mommy instructed, “You’ve lost your adult privileges for good. Do NOT start talking back to me unless you want a spanking in that disgusting diaper.” Tears ran down my face, but I said nothing as Mommy fixed the bars to the side of the bed. We then had to repeat the process at the foot of what was fast becoming a crib, the other two sides were against walls and so didn’t need the bars. I had to kneel on my mattress when Mommy did the bars at the bottom of the bed. When she stood up and tested them, I was trapped inside. I looked around and felt as if I was locked inside a prison. I couldn’t believe that from now on I was going to be sleeping in a crib. I really must’ve been even more of a baby than I had thought. “Right, let’s test the opening mechanism.” Mommy said as she fiddled with a lock on the outside of the bars. A section of the crib that was facing out into the rest of the room was lowered down. Mommy stepped aside and I was able to slide out of bed. I kept my eyes on the floor. I had to keep reminding myself that I deserved this to stop myself from crying. “Go to the bathroom.” Mommy ordered. I did as I was told. I walked as carefully as I could to the bathroom and waited for further instructions. Mommy wasn’t long behind me and as soon as she got in the room, she started the shower up. I was instructed to get into the tub and then take off my soiled disposable. The scene was indescribably gross. Not for the first time I thought I might throw up, but I managed to stop myself. Mommy took the shower and turned the water against my skin. It was the longest cleaning I had experienced from her. Whilst some of the poop came off in the water, plenty more remained dried to my skin. She got a washcloth and was none too gentle in scrubbing me. I didn’t say anything throughout the ordeal but finally getting cleaned felt like heaven after so long. That said, there were definitely patches of skin that hurt despite the cleaning. I thought I knew what that probably was… “Diaper rash.” Mommy said with a sigh, “I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.” Once upon a time I might have argued that it may not have happened had I not been left in such a disgusting condition for so long, but I was just grateful to be out of the foul diaper. I was towelled dry before being sent back to my room. When I walked in, the bars of the new crib confronted me like a cage. I shuddered. 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