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I feel like on a site like this it should just be assumed that if you're talking about "my baby" or "my mommy/daddy" it should be obvious that you're talking about your roleplay partner.. maybe I'm wrong though, that was always my first assumption.

Nine year-old Kyle Andrews laid almost on his stomach on his bed, his elbows propping him up as he played a street-fighter game on his Sony PlayStation 3 that was sitting on top of his set of dresser drawers along with the 20" flat-panel TV. He was Caucasian, with greenish-blue eyes which watched the screen intently from under greasy reddish-blond bangs as he handled the controller like a pro. He wore slightly baggy denim overalls over a light-weight red sweatshirt and tan socks. The Pampers 7 Cruiser disposable diaper he was wearing completely vanished underneath the overalls. His sneakers were on the floor by his bed. His bed had a light space-travel-themed blanket and matching bedding set covering it. The walls were painted a light blue with white trim. The ceiling light, in the middle of the room, was made of three translucent white balls clustered together on a white mounting plate. The late afternoon sun shone through the large picture window overlooking the back yard, there were a few puffy white clouds visible in the sky. Someone was knocking on the bedroom door, and his mother, thirty-four year old Janice stuck her head in with a sigh, "Kyle, don't forget to return that game to the video store," Kyle looked from the TV, to his mother, groaning, "I'm just about to beat my high score!" Janice came into her son's room and stood there with her hands on her hips, frowning down at her son, who had returned to playing his game. Janice wore a pair of turquoise Capri pants, a white blouse and walking shoes. "You told me at lunch you'd take it back, along with that movie. Nor am I interested in seeing you ring up rental late fees again!" Kyle sighed, sounding exasperated with his mother's pestering as he stood up with a slight crinkle, "Alright, I'll return the game, and the movie!" Janice smiled, "That's a good boy, Kyle. Besides, it's a wonderful day out. Why don't you get some fresh air too?" Kyle nodded uncertainly, stopping the game and ejecting the DVD, and putting it in the rental box it came in, "OK," He'd much rather continue playing the game. Janice nodded, "Do you need to change your diaper before you head out?" Kyle glanced down at the middle of his overalls, which had no fly in them, and shook his head, looking back at Janice, "No, Mom, I'm still comfortable. I think I peed a little while ago, though. Kinda busy with my game," Kyle giggled bashfully. Janice nodded, understanding, then took a slight sniff of the air, "Your not dirty, at least," Kyle shook his head, "Nope," Janice nodded and left the room. Kyle got his sneakers on, and tied his shoelaces. Kyle packed his Disney-Pixar branded backpack with the video game and a rented movie, and got it slung over his shoulders. Then Kyle headed out of his room and headed down to the ground floor and headed outside. Kyle found his metallic dark blue BMX bike resting against the side of the garage with his almost matching bike helmet hung from one of the handlebars. Kyle strapped on his helmet and got on his bike, the seemingly dry diaper's super-absorbent core compressing under his overalls against the firm rubber-foam bike seat. Kyle looked both ways down the driveway and peddled strongly down the driveway, and turned down the sidewalk. Janice waved from the dining room window, happy to see her son outside getting some air and exercise. Kyle came to a stop at the first cross street, where the red hand-shaped "DON'T WALK" symbol was lit, and he put a foot down on the ground to steady his bike. Kyle felt a sudden increase in pressure from his middle, which soon suddenly vanished as warm wetness spread over his privates, then flowing from front to back between his legs. The warm wetness soon disappeared, as the diaper absorbed a full bladder of pee before it cooled. The white person-shaped "WALK" symbol replaced the "DON'T WALK", and Kyle glanced both ways before peddled across the street in the crosswalk. Kyle then turned right at the next corner which was the nearest major street, with stores along both sides. Kyle stopped his bike in front of the rental store and got off his bike, resting it against a bike stand, Kyle squatted by his bike, and got his back pack off and pulled out his bike lock, and started getting it around the bike stand and his bike. A wet fart silently bubbled from his bottom into the damp but previously clean seat of his diaper as he secured his bike to the bike stand, leaving a brown stain there on the inside of the diaper. Once his bike was secure he stood up, getting his back pack over one shoulder and headed into the rental store. There was a two-tone electronic bell then "ding-donged" every time the door opened and closed, and it did it this time as well. The middle aged man behind the counter had a slight paunch under his casual dress shirt and tan pants, and he looked up at the sound of the bell. Kyle nodded, and the man silently smiled with recognition. Kyle stopped at the counter, putting his back pack on it and opened it up and pulled out the rented movie and the video game, "Here are the things I rented, sir," The man nodded, and took each one in turn, and scanned it with a bar-code wand, which beeped each time. Once the returns had been scanned the man nodded, "All set young man, have a look around for something else you'd like to rent," "Thanks," Kyle smiled, and slung his back pack over his shoulder again and headed down one of the aisles. The man nodded and returned to the magazine he had been reading. Kyle sauntered down the aisle then stopped in front of a section showing Disney Pixar movies. Something on the bottom row had caught Kyle's eye, and he squatted down. Kyle gasped, the new "Cars"-derived direct to DVD movie had come out! Kyle pulled out the DVD case and stood up. Just then his bowels cramped, and expelled their contents. Kyle sighed, feeling the now poop-filled seat of his diaper try to sag against the inside of his overalls. Some wetness flowed from his relaxed bottom. He didn't like it, but he knew it was time to head home. Kyle sighed as he quickly returned to the store counter and put his chosen DVD on the counter. The man looked up and nodded, "Found something?" Kyle nodded, trying not to blush, "Yeah. I loved the Cars movies. Mom told me they were making this one…," The man nodded, "Your card?" Kyle nodded, reaching into the backpack, pulling the fresh diaper inside the back pack partway out, then fishing out the video store membership card. The man nodded, taking the card and passing it under the bar-code reader, then scanning the movie box, "There ya go, young man," Kyle put the box in his back pack along with the video rental membership card, nervously stuffing the diaper back in, and hurriedly zipping the bag closed. Kyle then got the back pack on his back and scampered from the store out onto the sidewalk. Kyle looked up and noticed the sun was beginning to set, as he squatted down and started unlocking his bike from the bike stand. Kyle got on his bike, feeling the mess spreading between his legs throughout his diaper. Kyle sniffled, and wiped fresh moisture from his cheek, trying not to cry. He hated it when his bowels did this, especially when he was on his own and away from home. Kyle's chest shuddered as he started peddling homeward. Soon Kyle returned home, and leaped from his bicycle, with it crashing to the driveway. Kyle had become aware of a stickiness that ran down the back of his thighs. Kyle scampered up the front walk and quickly got his door key out of a pocket in his overalls, unable to hold in soft blubbering, and then quickly opened the door, "Mommy!" he wailed. Janice came out of her home office, "Honey? Is something wrong?" Janice came toward her son, then sniffed, and the smell hit her, "Oh, you're messy," Kyle nodded miserably, beginning to to cry openly, "I pooped my Pampers real bad, Mommy," Janice nodded as she came to her son and embraced him tenderly, stroking his back, "It's OK, honey...," Kyle nodded, understanding, "Thank you, Mommy. Can I get cleaned up? Please! The poop went everywhere. My diaper's all gross," Janice nodded, "Of course, Kyle. Head upstairs, and get out your changing pad," Kyle headed for the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor. Janice watched her son head off toward the upstairs steps, and saw brown stains on both sides of the seat of his overalls and down his legs almost to his knees. Janice gasped and sighed, realizing that Kyle's diaper hadn't been able to contain his messy accident. Kyle heard his mother's gasp, and he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. He almost whined, "Mommy? What's wrong now!?" Janice sighed, "Your diaper leaked in back. When you get upstairs, please take your overalls off for me, big boy," Kyle groaned, and quickly scampered up the stairs, "Shower?" Janice nodded, "Maybe, but first get those dirty overalls off," Kyle disappeared into his bed room, and pulled down the blind on his window and turned on the ceiling light. Janice called, "Call if you need help, Kyle!" Kyle got his shoes off and unbuckled the shoulder straps of his overalls from the bib front. Once the shoulder straps were undone, the overalls fell down. Kyle got his feet out of the overalls and tossed them on the foot of his bed. Kyle then got his change pad out, "Mommy!" Janice came up stairs, and opened her son's bedroom door, getting her first looks at Kyle's bottom, "Here!-Oh, you really could use a shower…," Kyle sighed, and started getting the sweat top off, quickly followed by his undershirt, "OK…," Janice came in, closed the door behind her and went over to her son's bed, "Lay down for me, honey," Kyle sauntered over to his bed and laid back down on the changing pad with a soggy squish, that forced a bit out on the changing pad. Janice came over, having gotten out a fresh diaper, wipes, and baby powder, "Let's get things fixed up," Kyle nodded, and parted his legs. Janice tore the tapes from the front of Kyle's diaper and pulled it open, "Oh, boy... You sure are messy, and soaked, Kyle," Kyle nodded. "So, tell me," Janice started, as she started cleaning her son up, "When did you poop?" "While looking at movies in the rental store...," Kyle said, blushing slightly, now wondering if that had been the wrong thing to do. Janice nodded, bending her son's legs up under his chin, "And then you cycled home?" Kyle nodded, suddenly looking away away from his mother, "Yeah," Janice shook her head, "Did you call me to let me know before you left the store?" Kyle whined, "I think I forget my phone," "Oh, Kyle!" Janice snapped, "You're always supposed to have it with you!" Kyle sniffled, "Sorry, Mommy. I though it was being charged," Janice wasn't really excepting Kyle's explanation, "It was plugged in last night, Kyle. I'm sure it would have been more than ready this afternoon," Janice pulled the diaper out from under Kyle's bum. Kyle rubbed his eye's, looking very sorry for what he'd done, and not done. Janice sighed, thinking what's done is done and that further scolding wasn't going to change much now, "OK, Kyle, shower time," Kyle nodded, and sat up, naked except for socks. Then he pulled his socks off and stood up. Janice nodded, "Off you go. I'll get your Pjs out while your getting all clean," Kyle sighed, but didn't argue as he scampered from his room, heading for the bathroom. Janice got out her son's one-piece flannel footed-pyjamas. The flannel material was a medium-light brown colour, and there was a matching snap-on hood with teddy-bear ears. Soon the shower could be heard running in the bathroom. Janice took a moment and headed out to call through the bathroom door, "Don't forget to clean all of you! Not just your bum and legs, Kyle. Head to toe!" "I know!" Kyle called back. Janice nodded, and returned to her son's room to get things ready for him. Kyle got into the shower, the warm water streaming down over his body, he sighed, enjoying the clean freshness it brought all on its own. Kyle soaped up the wet bath sponge with body wash and started cleaning his bottom and private parts. That made things feel much better, even better than wipes could. Janice, having gotten her son's Pyjamas out, headed down stairs and started getting supper ready. Kyle soon had his middle, bottom, and thighs cleaned up. He then he started on his feet and lower legs, resting into the corner of the shower stall to balance himself. Kyle then started on his arms, chest, and belly. Janice knocked on the bathroom door, then opened it, "Kyle, I've got supper started. Macaroni and cheese with ham bits sound good?" "Yeah!' Kyle cheered, and stuck his head out from behind the shower curtain, "Can we watch the movie I got today?" "Sure we can," Janice nodded, "Washed your hair yet? I left the No-tears stuff in there for you so you can do it yourself," "No," Kyle shook his head, then pulled his head back and looked at the inside corner of the shower, "Oh, I see it. Thanks Mommy," Kyle stuck a soapy arm out, "Just doing my arms now," Janice nodded, "OK, and that's a good boy, be right back," then she left the bathroom. Kyle continued showering, soon starting on his hair. Janice returned to the kitchen, and put the macaroni noodles into the pot of boiling water. Kyle poured some shampoo into his hand and started scrubbing it into his dripping wet hair. Janice came back upstairs and brought the diaper she had left on her son's bed and stuck in on the toilet tank in the bathroom, "Kyle, I brought a fresh diaper for you to put on after your shower," "OK, Mom. I'm almost done," Kyle said. "I left out your one piece pyjamas in your room," "Pyjamas already?" "I told you earlier, Kyle, and it's a school night. You're going straight to bed after your movie. What do you want to drink with your supper? Kyle sighed, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, "OK..., Milk please, mom," Janice nodded, and left to get the supper into bowls for her and her son. Kyle got out of the shower and picked up a bath towel and starts drying himself off, starting with his hair, than drying off his middle and bottom. Janice heard the shower stop and she stuck her head in, "Oh, someone looks all nice and clean now...," Kyle blushed, "Thanks, Mommy," Janice nodded, "Suppers ready," Kyle opened the diaper on the closed toilet seat, including unfolding the back, and sat on it. Kyle then powdered his diaper area, and rubbed the powder into his skin. Kyle brought the front of the diaper up between his legs, and unfolded the front, and brought each of the sides forward and snugly taped them closed. "Stand up please, Kyle," Janice came in to the bathroom. Kyle stood up and let his mother make sure his diaper was on right. "You're getting good at putting on your own diaper, Kyle! Such a big boy! That's looking really good," Kyle left the bathroom and headed for his bedroom. Kyle picked up the pyjamas from his bed, and got them open. Kyle smiled, getting his feet through the legs. "Feeling comfy, Kyle?" Kyle nodded, pulling his pyjamas up to cover his bottom, "Yeah, lots better now," Janice smiled, "That's good. Get your PJs on, and come down stairs," Kyle nodded as he got his arms into the Pyjamas and zipped it closed. Then Kyle joined his mother in the upstairs hall. Janice nodded, "Looking good, sweet-heart," Janice held her son close for a second and sniffed his hair, "Nice and clean, too, from head to toe," Kyle smiled, "Thanks, and my PJs are nice and cozy," Janice returned to the kitchen, while Kyle headed for the living room. Kyle got his DVD out of his back pack and got the big TV turned on in the living room. Janice brought a tray with two bowls, two large spoons, and two glasses, one with milk and the other with diet pop, "Sit down, Kyle," Kyle nodded and scampered over to the couch and sat down, while his mother put the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. Janice got the DVD in the player, and pressed play, then joined her son on the couch. Kyle smiled, "Thanks mommy. Dinner smells good!" Janice nodded, "Eat up, then!" Kyle dug in to his bowl of macaroni with the spoon, and started eating with gusto. His bowel accident had left him feeling really hungry. Janice smiled, "This is a nice movie," Kyle nodded as he sipped his milk, "Uh-huh," Janice soon finished her bowl of macaroni, "Eat up, Ky'," Kyle soon finished his dinner, "That was good, Mommy," Janice smiled, stroking Kyle's back, "I'm glad you liked it. Want to sit in my lap?" Kyle smiled drowsily, "OK," Janice nodded, picking her son up under his arms and lifting him into her lap, "Is that comfy, Ky'?" Kyle nodded, and turned in Janice's lap, snuggling into her. Janice wrapped her arms around him, "Getting even comfier?" Kyle nodded drowsily, "Love you lots, Mommy," Janice cuddled Kyle to her snugly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I love you too, honey, lots and lots," Kyle smiled and gave Janice a kiss on the cheek. Janice smiled, "You watching the movie?" Kyle nodded drowsily, and almost on instinct turned his head back to the TV. Janice could sense that her son was running down quickly. Kyle sucked his fingers absentmindedly. Janice waited until the movie came to an end, "Bed time, pumpkin, and we should probably check your diaper before you go to sleep," "OK," Kyle nodded, "Carry? Please?" "Alright," Janice sighed, and picked Kyle up as she stood up, "Arms around my neck, big boy," Kyle rested his head over his mother's shoulder, putting his arms around her neck in a firm hug, and wrapped his legs around her waist. Janice carried her son upstairs, one hand under his slightly squishy bottom, the other on the stair handrail. Kyle's eyes began to droop, and he yawned quietly in his mothers ear "Sleepy, Kyle?" Janice said. Kyle nodded without a word. Janice smiled, and stroked his back as she carried him into his room, turning on the light with the elbow of her free arm, "Almost in bed," Kyle nodded, looking around, seeing that they were in his room. Janice pulled back the covers then gently lay her son down, and got his feet into bed, and tucked him in, "Comfy?" Janice sat down on th eedge of her son's bed. Kyle smiled up at his mother and nodded, "Uh-huh," Janice smiled, giving her son a hug and a kiss on the forehead, "OK, then, sweet dreams," Kyle rolled onto his side, facing the wall, as his mother got up to leave. Janice turned off he room light, and the nightlight by the door came on. Janice almost closed the door as she left the room. ------ Hope people like it! There's potentially more where this came from.

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Part 10 - Oh, She Will Not Like It, To Find Us This Way! "I guess it's time for me to go," Melody said quickly, eyeing the car sitting in the driveway for just a second before picking up the now empty box the outfit had been in and heading toward the kitchen. "What? No!" Sarah toddled frantically after her. She'd been trying to get rid of the girl for most of the afternoon, but now she wasn't about to let her get away so easily, not with the house in the shape it was in. "You can't go!" "We've had enough fun for one day," Melody countered, grabbing her box from the kitchen with the leftover s'more ingredients, setting it inside the other box. "Maybe we'll play some other games another day." "No!" Sarah grabbed for Melody's arm, trying to hold her there, but missed. She decided to try another tactic. "You can't go yet! You haven't shown me the game with the marshmallows yet!" She scurried as fast as someone in a loaded double diaper could go to the freezer, but when she pulled it open, the bowl was gone. "Where are they?" Melody wasn't able to resist walking over to her to answer, patting the girl's lower stomach as she said, "They're right here. Or, rather, they were for a little bit. Now they're here." She moved her hand to the back of Sarah's diaper. Sarah looked up at her in shock. "That was you?! I didn't really have an accident?!" Her face flushed as she remembered Melody teasing her about it, how humiliated she'd felt. Of course, it wouldn't have helped much to know someone else was responsible as it was happening, but it might have made her feel a little better. Suddenly another thought hit her. "Marshmallows can do that?!" "Well, you still pooped your diaper, and did quite a good job of it. That wasn't me. Now, ta-ta, baby girl!" She started to take her boxes and leave, then paused a final time to put Sarah's phone on the counter and flip her hoodie back over her head. Sarah waddled over toward her, cursing herself for being too shocked to get ahold of Melody when she'd been right in front of her a moment later. She was sure Melody could overpower her, but if she could just keep her there for long enough for her mom to see her, that might help with the explanation of what had gone on that day. She was too slow, however, reaching the door just as the girl, boxes, cat ears, and all, exited. There was no way she'd catch up with her outside, she knew, not barefoot and in diapers, so she spun back around, taking in the disaster area the kitchen now was. Her mother would be at the door any moment now - she was probably just gathering up all her stuff from the car so she wouldn't have to make another trip out in the rain. Maybe Sarah would have enough time to fix something. But what should she do? Should she work on the kitchen, the dining room, the living room? Should she go start cleaning her mother's room? Should she change her diaper and hope that somehow her mom didn't notice the smell? She should do something, to show she was trying to help, but what? Then she heard the front door open. Her heart thudded to a stop as she heard a thump from her mother setting her things down on the floor, knowing any second she'd look around and start noticing the devastation. Sure enough, the next thing she heard was, "What happened in here, Sarah?!" Sarah considered calling out to her mom, letting her know right away that this wasn't as bad as it looked, nor was it her fault, but her voice froze in her throat. She didn't want her mother to see her like this! So she stood helplessly in place, listening to her mother's footsteps retreat down the hall. "Where are you, Sarah? Did you have a problem getting your diaper on?" her mother asked. Sarah opened her mouth again, hoping to at least stop her before she saw her own room, but again, nothing came out. And, sure enough, a few seconds later, her mother's voice came again, sounding much angrier this time. "Sarah, what did you do to my make-up?!" Sarah started to cower away from the kitchen door, already imagining the look on her mother's face when she came storming in. But it was even more frightening than Sarah had imagined, and as soon as her mother saw what shape the kitchen was in, it got even worse. "What in the name of God have you been up to, young lady?!" she demanded, advancing on her shaking daughter. "N-No... It wasn't me..." Sarah shook her head, backing away. "I was just minding my business, and... And that girl from next door, Melody, you know, the one I used to babysit? She came over to wish me happy birthday, and then she made this whole big mess because she was mad at me and..." Her voice vanished again as she saw her mother sniff the air. "Young lady, did you mess your diaper?!" "No!" Sarah squeaked automatically, not expecting her mother to march straight over to her faster than she could move away, one pat of Sarah's drooping diaper telling her all she needed to know. "It's not my fault!" Sarah tried to explain. "It was Melody! She did something with marshmallows, and I couldn't help it, and..." She noticed her mother smelling something again as she spoke, before marching over to a cupboard and pulling it open, taking out a half-empty bottle. "Did you get into my alcohol, too?" Sarah shook her head, confused for a moment before remembering how tipsy she'd felt earlier, how strange that cider had tasted. She'd never had alcohol before, but she had a sudden sinking feeling that was no longer true. "I suppose Melody did that, too?" "She did!" Sarah exclaimed. "You have to believe me!" "Are you sure you were just mad at me for making you put on a diaper - one you clearly needed, by the way - and decided to get back at me? This is all incredibly immature, young lady. I thought I could trust you on your own for an afternoon, but clearly I'm not dealing with a young adult here, am I?" "No!" Sarah stomped her foot in frustration. "This isn't my fault! I tried to make her leave so I could clean up, but.." "Did you at least get some other laundry done when you washed your wet training pants?" her mother asked, ignoring her outburst. Sarah bit her bottom lip, having forgotten all about that, which was enough of an answer to send her mother heading off to the clothes hamper. Sarah followed at her own pace; by the time she arrived, her mother had found not only the cupcake-dotted undergarments, but the rest of Sarah's outfit from earlier that day, still soaked, thrown on top of the rest of the clothes waiting to be washed. Sarah really knew she was in trouble when her mother finally spoke up again, voice quiet, but strained. "Did I not tell you to put on a diaper if you had an accident?" "I-I did," Sarah stammered. "No, you decided you were too old to wear diapers during the day, so you put on your regular panties, then had an accident in them, too. You finally decided to do what I told you to begin with, and you go and poop yourself! I don't know if you were trying to teach me a lesson for rightfully 'making' you wear your diapers, or if you genuinely had an accident, but either way, I think you'd better get used to wearing them during the day, too, because you're going to be spending the summer in them." Sarah gasped, stunned. "No..." "Don't even start, little missy. I don't want to hear a word out of you. You are in big trouble right now. And don't think the diapers are your punishment - that's a necessity for someone who can't control themselves any better than this. No, your punishment is going to start now." Sarah's mother grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her to the bathroom, stopping there just long enough to grab her wooden hairbrush before pulling the now frantic girl into the living room. "No, no, no!" Sarah pouted. "This isn't fair! It's not my fault!" "If you'd just take responsibility, I would take it a little easier on you. You'd still be getting a spanking, but I might consider letting you spend some time alone this summer. But since you're continuing to act like a naughty child, I just don't think I can trust you on your own anymore." "What does that..?" Sarah started to ask, only to be pulled over her mother's lap, the too-short skirt of the jumper pushed up to reveal the lumpy backside of her diaper. "Mom, no, you can't do this!" She squirmed, trying to escape from her mother's lap, only to be held firmly in place. "I'm too old for this!" "Are you really going to try to tell me that right now?" She gave the diaper a quick, sharp spank with her hand, making Sarah squirm in discomfort. "Is someone wearing THIS too old for anything?" With that, she raised the hairbrush and began raining it down over Sarah's padded bottom. Through the pair of diapers, it didn't hurt too badly, but she found herself crying quickly anyway as the mess in her pants became even messier, until she felt like every inch of her hairless crotch was covered in it. After a few minutes, her mother stopped, letting her get back to her feet, rubbing her bottom and sniffling. "Now, you're going to go wash yourself up. You can put on a nightshirt if you want so you can take the bathroom's garbage out so it doesn't stink up the place too much. Then you are going to come right back in here, and I am going to spank you silly right on your bare bottom. Then I'm going to diaper you so you can get right to bed." "Bed?!" Sarah squeaked, looking over at the clock. It was barely 4:30 now. She didn't know how long her punishment would take, but it seemed unlikely it would last until even 6 pm. "That's right," her mother said sternly. "And you'll be going to be that early for at least the rest of the week. You'll get to have supper those nights, but you'll still be in bed nice and early. And if you're a naughty girl, that will be your regular bedtime for the rest of the summer." "This isn't fair! None of this is my fault! It was all Melody!" Sarah stomped her foot, on the verge of a tantrum at the injustice of the whole situation. "Get moving, young lady." Her mother gave her one more smack across the diaper with the hairbrush. "I don't want to hear any more of your silly stories." "It's true!" Sarah stomped again. "Then prove it! Why should I think that sweet little girl would do any of this?" Sarah's mother stood, crossing her arms. "She's not sweet! And she's not a little kid anymore, she's a teenager, and she's a monster! Where do you think I got these clothes?! They're hers!" "What possible reason would she have for making you wear her clothes?" Sarah, of course, couldn't answer that. "I can't say I remember that outfit right off the bat, but I don't know every piece of clothing you own, especially not after you've been away at college. Now I'm going to count to three, and if you aren't on the way to the bathroom by the time I get there, you're getting another spanking on your diaper to go with the one on your bum. One." "Not fair!" Sarah screamed, stamping her feet. "Not fair!" Her mother didn't bother to count any higher, just sat back down, pulling her daughter back over her lap and getting to work until she stopped throwing her tantrum. When Sarah was let go that time, she sulkingly, but quickly, toddled to the bathroom. It was a relief to get out of her diaper, though it took what felt like hours in the shower to get cleaned up. While she was in there, however, she had a good idea, one she was so excited about she almost didn't throw on a nightshirt before going through with it. "Look!" she exclaimed, lugging the bathroom's garbage can into the living room. "That mess wasn't all me, Melody put oatmeal in my diaper first! Why would I do that?" "Don't be disgusting, Sarah, I'm not looking at your dirty diaper. Stop stalling and go empty it in the outside can." "But..." Sarah pouted. "Sarah, you are really making me question whether you're really mature enough to be off at college. You are going to have to really impress me over the next few weeks, or I'm pulling you out. Do you understand? If I have to, I'll find a preschool somewhere around here that will take you instead - I think that fits your maturity level much better than college, don't you?" Sarah shook her head frantically. "Then do as your told! That will be a start." Reluctantly, but promptly, Sarah did as she was told, dragging the garbage can out the kitchen door. She was still damp from her shower, so she didn't bother with an umbrella. She hadn't taken the trash out herself since getting home from college - she wondered if offering to do it from then on would help prove she was mature, or if her mother would see through her. Or if she'd be assigned that as a chore, anyway, being forced to cart all her used diapers out back, then dragging the can full of them down to the curb every week, hoping nobody was nearby to smell it, or see them if, heaven forbid, the lid should happen to fall off. As she pulled the bathroom trash can back inside, she noticed her phone sitting on the counter, light flashing. Deciding she at least had time to check her messages before going to get her spanking, she picked it up, saw that she had a voicemail from an unfamiliar number. The first thing she heard was a strangely familiar voice, yet one she couldn't quite place at first, asking, "Will you please diaper me? Please tape my diaper up nice and tight!" She gasped and blushed as the realization washed over her just who the voice belonged to, right before the voicemail continued. "Don't you just sound adorable?" Melody gushed. "Your mommy just called me. It sounds like she's awfully mad. I think the next time I see you, your little bottom is going to be bright red, isn't it? And I will be seeing you again, sweetie. She told me she'd forgotten just how old I must be getting now until you reminded, and asked if I would be interested in taking a babysitting job for the summer. She's paying me real well, since I'm going to have to deal with diapers, and a big, bratty baby. Apparently you threw a tantrum and wrecked the whole house, you naughty thing! Just so you know, if I think you're going to do anything like that, I have full authority to spank you. Won't that be fun? "You know, the only reason I went over there today was to cuss you out, to tell you just how terrible a babysitter you were, and how bad you made me feel about myself. My sister told me that would make me feel better, and I wanted to - I couldn't help thinking about how fun it would be to tell you off to your face - but I was scared. Of you! Can you believe that? It took me ages to get the courage to come see you - my sister almost went over and did it for me - but it was all worth it. As soon as I saw you, I realized just how ridiculous it was to ever be afraid of you, or let you push me around. And now, I don't just have to tell you what a bully you were - you get to experience it first hand. I think you'd better get used to saying..." There was a brief pause, then Sarah's voice started to play again. "'Ohhhh no! No, no, no! I'm filling my diaper!'" The phone beeped, signaling the end of the message, as Sarah stood there, cheeks beet red as she realized Melody had been recording her again while she'd been having her "accident". She hated the thought of that little brat having a record of that, something she could play back any time she wanted, for anyone. And then it dawned on her that, despite all that, Melody had just given her the best gift she could have asked for. "Mom, you have to listen to this!" she yelled, running across the kitchen. "I told you it was all Melody's fault, just listen..." Sarah yelped as she tripped over a stray pan. It hurt her toes, but that wasn't what caused the cry. As she fell, she saw her phone slide out of her flailing hand, flying upward as she headed for the ground, as if in slow motion. She watched the phone tumble up, up, up, and then back down, plummeting toward the hard, linoleum floor. She didn't have time to screech out a desperate, "No!" before it smashed against the floor, screen shattering, blinking into darkness. She scrambled to her feet, rushing over to it and picking it up, praying it would still work, somehow, just enough to replay the message. When she looked up, her mother was standing over her, hairbrush in hand. "No!" Sarah shook her head, fumbling with the buttons, trying to bring the screen back to life. "I know what you're thinking, but I didn't break it on purpose! She really did leave me a message! This is all her fault!" She let the phone drop, giving up. "I just need another phone, and I can put my SIM card in there, and I think I'll be able to get the message again, and you can hear!" "Living room. Now." She didn't have to say that Sarah would not be getting another phone, at least not anytime soon, nor that this latest attempt at trying to avoid the blame did not impress her one bit. Sarah could just tell, like she could tell that if she said one more word, her mother was prone to flip her over her knee right there and start spanking, and not stop until the sun went down. And, much as she disliked the idea of her new, early bedtime, she didn't want to extend it that way. So, defeated, she put her head down and trudged back to the living room. Her mother stayed for a moment longer, staring down at the broken phone and shaking her head before following her daughter. A moment or two later, the house was filled with the sounds of wood smacking bare flesh and crying. And as it went on, and Sarah felt her bottom getting redder, and warmer, and more swollen, she could only hope her mother didn't find her grades from last semester. With Melody as her babysitter, reporting in on whether or not she was naughty, she had little enough of a shot of getting to go back to college at the end of the summer. If either her mother or Melody found those grades, she had no doubt she'd be spending the next year in diapers, learning her ABCs all over again, no matter how well she behaved. Instead of spending the next school year on her own, debating philosophy with her peers, lugging around huge textbooks nearly as big as her, she'd be sitting around, playing with finger paint, waiting for story time, not expected to read anything that didn't have more pictures than words. 'Well,' she thought to herself, already resigning herself to the fact that, given her luck that day, it was almost inevitable that this would happen, 'it might not be all bad after all, going back to Play-Doh and Dr. Seuss. He's more interesting than calculus anyway.' The End

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