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Sam is in a bad position and soon needs to use her diaper in a way that is unthinkable to her. --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Jade chuckled slightly as she fiddled with one of Sam’s pigtails. Sam was mortified. To be repeatedly seen like this was a shame almost too great to bear. Not for the first time she wondered how she had let this happen. Before she could get too morose she felt another pain go through her intestine and this one brought a slight cramp. Sam tensed up her muscles and felt panic bubbling under the surface of her skin. “Hmm, is something the matter?” Jade asked. Clearly she had felt Sam tensing up. “N-No.” Sam replied quickly, “Well, yes…” “What’s the matter, baby? Tell Mommy.” Jade instructed. On the television the blue dog was playing with their little sibling in a box and pretending it was a spaceship. “I need the bathroom.” Sam replied with as much dignity as she could manage. “Is that a problem?” Jade asked. One of her hands reached over and tapped the diaper between Sam’s legs, “It feels to me like you already know where your bathroom is.” “It’s… It’s not that.” Sam was cringing from the embarrassment. This wasn’t a conversation she’d needed to have since she had been a child, “I need to go… number two.” “I’m not surprised.” Jade replied as if this were a normal conversation to have with someone in their twenties, “You haven’t gone all day and the fibre supplements in your bottles and dinner must be taking effect.” “The what!?” Sam tried to sit up but Jade kept her in place. “Relax.” Jade replied easily, “Mommy’s just making sure you stay regular. This transition you’re going through could disrupt your body’s natural rhythms.” “You can’t make me do this!” Sam pleaded. “It’s OK, baby.” Jade said in a soothing whisper, “One push and it will all be over.” “But I’m not a baby…” Sam whined as she felt a pressure building on her exit. It was getting harder and harder to believe it herself. Jade didn’t reply. Sam shifted as much as her limited movement would allow. Her brain was running through ideas to get her out of the situation but they all seemed to boil down to begging for mercy, something she was sure wasn’t coming her way. Another cramp passed through Sam’s digestive system and she lifted her legs slightly to try and find a more comfortable position. As her brain gave up on getting out of the dire situation it instead started fixating on how horrible it was going to be. Sam found herself imagining how horrid it would feel and then feel a pang of panic as she realised there was no getting out of it. It was going to happen. Whether it was in thirty seconds or thirty minutes, she was going to do something unimaginably disgusting. Sam’s foot was shaking as the pressure grew again. Jade’s hand was resting on Sam’s tummy and she started rubbing in little circles. Whether she knew what she was doing or not Sam didn’t know but it was seemingly making it even harder to hold on. The need to go was constant, the ingrained training to hurry to the bathroom was battling with being physically restrained. “Jade… Mommy, please…” Sam moaned as another cramp seemed to run through her entire digestive system right up to her sphincter, “I’ll let you do all this other stuff but PLEASE let me use the toilet for… for this.” “Baby, you don’t have a choice in me making you my baby.” Jade replied, “It won’t be as bad as you’re making out.” “It’ll be worse!” Sam had tears in her eyes. Sam waited for Jade to respond but she didn’t. She squirmed a little more feeling that it was only a matter of seconds before she lost the battle with her body. She was whimpering desperately and shifting back and forth on Jade’s lap, her need for the toilet had never been stronger. Even if she could somehow get free of Jade there was no way she could make it to the bathroom now. She started sobbing as the she stared defeat in the face. “Shh, shh, It’s OK.” Jade whispered softly. Despite everything it still felt like a shock when Sam’s trembling sphincter gave way. After fighting for so long the moment her clenching slipped the contents of her bowels started pushing for the exit. She froze in place with her eyes squeezed tightly shut and tears running down her face. She barely heard Jade whispering encouragement in her ear as the back of her diaper started to push out. She couldn’t believe this was happening, she couldn’t believe she was sitting on Jade as it happened. It was sticky, slimy and overall disgusting in every way. Sam whined as she felt it spreading in the back of the padding that was pushed so closely to her by Jade’s lap. She wanted to get away from the horrible feeling, to lift up and get out of what she was sitting in but she knew it would just go with her. Even when the initial surge of waste had entered her diaper she knew she wasn’t done. She could feel herself already cramping up with more. She didn’t think it could get any worse, she had never felt so low but she knew she had to do some pushing of her own if she wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Jade’s arms were wrapped around Sam and the smaller woman had no doubt her cousin could feel her tense up as she pushed down with her tummy muscles. She held her breath and let out a soft grunt as she forced herself to soil her underwear even further. The mushy output squeezed between Sam’s body and her diaper, it oozed throughout her padding and all she could do was push more of it out. “What a good girl…” Jade said softly. Sam whimpered as she finally pushed out the last of her poop. She let out the breath she had been holding and sobbed. As she breathed in shakily she smelled what she had done, it just reinforced the humiliating position she had been forced into. Sam only had one thought on her mind, only one thing she could say through the cries that tumbled out every time she opened her mouth. “Ch-Change me…” Sam whispered between tear-filled sobs. “I will.” Jade said, “When I put you down to bed.” “W-What!?” Sam tried to turn around to look at her cousin but when she felt the mountain of poop in her diaper shift she quickly stopped. “It won’t be too long.” Jade patted Sam on the head, “Babies need plenty of sleep.” Sam complained some more but it got her nowhere. She was deeply uncomfortable and tried not to move because each small twitch just caused her to sink further into her mess. It didn’t help all that much though because whenever Jade moved the same thing happened. It only took a minute for Sam to start thinking her “Mommy” was deliberately shifting position more often just to make her more uncomfortable. She couldn’t see the television through the tears in her eyes and her concentration was focused on her messy diaper. Time seemed to drag. The smell in the room steadily grew worse and Sam knew it was all coming from her. Despite sitting in it for so long it didn’t get any easier or more comfortable. If anything it got worse as she became itchy and the poop she had dropped into her diaper cooled. She didn’t even care about being put down in her new crib relatively early any more if it meant getting a change. Being cleaned had become the thing she wanted more than anything else. Eventually Jade stood up and as she did so she shifted Sam on to her hip. Sam buried her head into Jade’s shoulder as she felt the mushy mess get squeezed inside the padding. Each step made things worse and by the time they were entering the newly built nursery Sam felt like every inch of her diaper area was covered. She spent the whole time wordlessly whining and moaning as she sniffed back her tears. With the state of her diaper in mind Sam didn’t complain when she was undressed and placed on the changing table. Likewise she didn’t argue about being changed, she didn’t want to deal with this herself. When the tapes on the diaper were pulled away and the front lowered she nearly threw up. “This one is certainly ripe.” Jade said with more a grimace than a smile. Sam didn’t know how Jade could be so casual about it. The air stunk worse than Sam could’ve imagined but all she could do is hide her face and try to breathe through her mouth to avoid the smell. Cleaning the mess was not a quick process. Sam was laid out on the changing table the whole time as her legs were lifted up and her bottom wiped. All she could do was look around and marvel at how quickly the nursery had been built. She knew it hadn’t existed the previous day and yet looking around it seemed like it had always been there. A perfect nursery for a baby girl that only existed in Jade’s mind. Then again, it was difficult for Sam to think like that bearing in mind she was having her poopy butt wiped clean. “Phew, bet it feels good to be out of that.” Jade said as she pulled out a fresh crinkly disposable from the shelf underneath the table. “Do I have to wear another one?” Sam whined. She was aware that the fight had gone out of her. “After what you did to the last one I’d say you definitely need to be padded.” Jade chuckled and lifted Sam’s legs to slip a fresh diaper underneath her. “I wouldn’t have… Oh, forget it.” Sam sighed and folded her arms across her front. She didn’t have the energy to resist. If anything she would be glad to be but in the crib just to be left alone for a bit. “Hmm, we better make sure you don’t get a rash.” Jade said. Sam felt some cold cream being spread over her sensitive areas and rubbed in. This was embarrassing but the possibility of her getting a diaper rash was even worse. After the cream baby powder was sprinkled on top and then the diaper was pulled up. As it was flattened against her tummy Sam was overwhelmed by the smell of a baby. The cream, powder and fresh diaper combining with the stink of the old diaper to make the room smell like a nursery as much as look like one. The front of the diaper was lifted up and pressed against Sam’s tummy sealing everything beneath it in with the copious amounts of powder and cream. The tapes were placed and the small woman looked down to see the disposable prison. It still felt so strange to see a diaper wrapped around her waist like this, it felt impossible that it was something she could ever get used to. Sam was dressed in a pair of pink pyjamas that had the words “Baby Girl” written all over it in toy block letters. She felt the waistband of the new diaper poking out over the top of the waistband of her bottoms and her top didn’t seem to want to come down enough to cover it either. Sam was lifted off the flat surface and carried over to the crib. The side was already down so she was held out and placed inside. She had just enough time to look to the side before the side of the crib was lifted and locked into place. It suddenly felt a lot more claustrophobic. “Have a good night, baby.” Jade said as she reached in and brushed Sam’s hair with her hand, “Mommy will see you tomorrow.” Sam looked out at Jade with pleading eyes but didn’t say anything. She felt too humiliated to speak. There was no feasible way she could argue the diapers weren’t necessary after what had just happened downstairs. Sam knew it was Jade’s fault, that in a normal situation she could‘ve used the toilet with ease, but that didn’t stop the fact that she had filled her diaper so recently. It would take some time to recover from that mentally and emotionally. As soon as Jade had left the nursery and closed the door behind her Sam climbed to her knees. She scooted across the mattress in her new pyjamas and felt something smooth and crackly under the sheet. She was momentarily confused until she realised Jade, or one of her staff, had put a plastic sheet down to protect the baby bed. Yet another small indignity that Sam had to swallow down with the familiar shame and anger. Jade had seemingly thought of everything. She started to think this decision to make Sam a baby hadn’t been a spur of the moment decision. Sam gripped the bars on the side of the crib and tried to test their strength. They had no give in them at all. She tried to reach up to the bars at the top but wasn’t able to get her little hands to grab the wide bar. She tried pulling up a corner of the mattress but there was just a solid sheet of metal underneath. With a groan of frustration Sam fell back on her butt and folded her arms across her chest. She looked around at the crib, it might as well have been a prison cell. Sam pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them. It had been a day she could hardly believe. There were so many firsts that she had never even imagined experiencing before this. At first Sam had been pretty sure this was all just a temporary situation as Jade taught her a lesson. Now she was pretty certain that this was going to be something a little longer term. The thought of going through everything she had experienced that day over and over again made Sam sob despondently. She turned sideways and laid down with her head on the pillow, she cried quietly as the sun outside slowly started to set. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/mapj7d88ia10 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1862522

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Emily is having a difficult time, not made easier by another Catherine visit. When she sneaks upstairs she has her suspicions confirmed before confronting Amelia about them. --- 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 --- Burden. Burden. Burden. The word had been echoing around Emily’s head for days. It felt strange that with everything that had happened it was that word that had affected her most. Perhaps it was strange that Emily hadn’t seen herself as a burden when all she did was laze around at home making Amelia do the work but she’d always tried to justify it to herself. She would say she had worked hard earlier in the life so deserved time to relax, she would say she didn’t want to go out in public much, she had come up with plenty of excuses to act as she had. Somehow, she had convinced herself that Amelia didn’t mind how things were. There was another reason that word affected Emily so much. It was one she hadn’t disclosed to anyone, one she didn’t want to EVER talk about, not even to Catherine. When she had been a child her father had walked out on the family. It had been very sudden but he had left a note. Emily, coming home from school one day, had been the one to find it. It listed all sorts of excuses for abandoning his family, all of them more or less bullshit, but one of them stuck in Emily’s head. “The kids are a burden holding me back.” Emily’s father had written in a note clearly meant to be read by his wife and not one of his kids, “Between Alex’s troubles and Emily’s mental problems I have no time for me. I’ll send some money but I’m not coming home. Don’t try to contact me.” That had only been a small part of the note but Emily remembered it word-for-word all those years later. Alex, Emily’s brother, had been a troubled child and had been brought home by the police several times despite only being a couple of years older than Emily. Emily’s father had used her dead name, of course, and the mental health struggles he was referring to had been her questioning her gender. In fact, it was that letter that had made her push those feelings away which had resulted in worse depression and anxiety. It had taken a long time for Emily to let those feelings back out again. Sitting in the playpen Emily was struggling to forget both the letter she had read and Amelia’s choice of words. There was no way she could’ve known but it didn’t stop Emily from having complicated feelings about it. The doorbell rang and Emily was brought out of her thoughts. She looked up from the tablet which she had been watching more cartoons on and looked towards the door to the hallway. Amelia was hurrying down the stairs whilst Emily just hoped whoever was visiting wouldn’t come inside. She couldn’t bear to be seen like this. “Catherine, come in!” Amelia said happily. Emily relaxed a bit. Whilst still embarrassing, at least Catherine knew most of the sordid secrets Emily was hiding from the rest of the world. Her thoughts quickly switched from relief to suspicion. Why was Catherine visiting again? After the initial welcome Emily didn’t hear anything for a minute. As far as she could tell the front door hadn’t even been closed. She leaned to the side to try and see what was going on but the angles didn’t work. She sat back on the wet padding underneath her and frowned. “Come on up.” Amelia’s voice eventually said. Emily was looking through the bars as Amelia headed back up the stairs. She was followed by Catherine who was looking flushed in the face, she briefly stopped by the living room door as she saw Emily staring out at her. The therapist raised a hand and gave Emily a small wave before hurrying to follow Amelia. Emily frowned. She obviously had her suspicions about what was going on but she wasn’t sure it was something she wanted to confront. She went back to the tablet. Whatever was happening she wasn’t going to confront anyone over it. She didn’t want to be a “burden.” After a few minutes of silence from the rest of the house Emily heard rhythmic banging. A soft thumping that happened repeatedly for a little while. Emily looked up at the ceiling. Whether her assumptions about what was happening were correct or not she felt her body’s reaction to it nonetheless. “Ouch!” Emily winced and her hands went down to the front of her diaper. Why Emily’s suspicions that her wife and therapist were having sex was turning her on she couldn’t say. It had been a long time since she’d last been able to experience sexual pleasure thanks to the chastity cage. The only time it had been removed was a couple of days ago when Amelia had washed her private parts during a diaper change. The noises from upstairs continued for quite a while. Emily could do nothing but try to tune it out. She watched the cartoons and lost herself in the world of the cartoon dogs that she had grown to like more and more. She could really appreciate the care that had gone into every aspect of the show. With most other television cut off from her now she could say the cartoon was probably her favourite thing to watch. It was only when she heard giggling and footsteps coming down the stairs that Emily looked away from the screen. Amelia and Catherine were talking as they walked past the doorway and headed out to the kitchen. Emily waited a second and then stood up. If she wanted to find out what was happening there was no better time than right then. Emily didn’t hesitate to go against Amelia’s wishes. She stepped over the side of the playpen and tip-toed over to the doorway. Her diaper was hanging slightly from its wetness and was only covered by the skirtall she was wearing over the top. She had straps going up and over her shoulders, one was slipping down slightly and she hooked it back up as she carefully leaned around the doorway. The sound of conversation was coming from the kitchen. Emily heard the coffee machine turn on and scampered across to the staircase. She stopped for a second to make sure no one saw or heard her. When she was sure the coast was still clear she climbed up the stairs taking care to avoid the one she knew was squeaky. It was strange, this was her house and yet she felt like she was trespassing. It was because she had been told to stay in her pen, she wasn’t following the rules and felt naughty for it. She actually felt a little thrill at being disobedient. Downstairs, chairs scraped on the floor and Emily quickly climbed up to the landing. She didn’t know where Catherine and Amelia were going but she wanted to get what she was there for done and then get back to the playpen before anyone noticed she was missing. Emily walked down the landing to the master bedroom. It had been a while since she had been in there, it didn’t even feel like it was partly her room anymore. She pushed the door open and almost immediately felt like her suspicions had been confirmed. She could smell sex in the air, a clammy, musky smell that was instantly recognisable. The bed was a mess, pillows were lying everywhere and the sheets were askew. Emily heard the front door open and then close a couple of seconds later, then footsteps on the stairs. Emily closed the bedroom door but was trapped inside. She backed further into the bedroom and saw a discarded pair of panties on the floor. They weren’t Amelia’s. She felt a flood of conflicting emotions. She was angry, hurt, confused, jealous, disappointed she hadn’t been there… and inside her diaper her penis throbbed painfully against the cage again. Emily stayed in the musky room as the footsteps rounded the top of the stairs and came towards the door. She turned to face the door completely unsure of what she was going to say or do when it inevitably opened. “I thought I’d find you in here.” Amelia pushed the door open to see Emily. “You…” Emily mumbled. “Had sex with Catherine?” Amelia finished the sentence for her wife, “Yes, I did. I kind of assumed you already knew.” “I… had suspicions.” Emily muttered. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor. “What are you thinking?” Amelia asked as she walked over and sat down next to Emily. “Why?” Emily asked simply, “Am… Am I not good enough?” “Firstly, Emily, I love you.” Amelia said as she placed her hand on Emily’s leg, “I always have and I always will. But there are certain things you just can’t give me.” “Y-You mean… because I’m trans?” Emily asked. “No, no, no! Absolutely not.” Amelia said quickly, “That has nothing to do with it. What I mean is, I need a grown-up woman in my life. I love you, but you’re just a little girl.” Emily felt humiliation washing over her. She had always felt she was fine at sex. Sure, she was no super romantic and sex was mainly about just getting off and then going to sleep but was she really that bad? Apparently so. Emily knew that for most people this revelation could dissolve a marriage. Most people wouldn’t accept any reasoning, and yet, as she sat on the edge of the bed in a soggy diaper and chastity cage, she understood Amelia’s reasoning. She didn’t want to end the relationship; she was just pouting that she was being left out. “You want me to be happy, don’t you?” Amelia asked. When Emily nodded her head she continued, “Good, I think it’s best for all of us. However, I think there is something we need to do.” “Huh?” Emily grunted. For a second, she allowed herself to get her hopes up that her much neglected princess parts were going to get some attention. It had been so long and the only time she had orgasmed since the cage went on was the embarrassing day on the bus. “Bend over the bed.” Amelia said sternly as she stood up, “I told you to stay in your playpen and you didn’t. You’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.” That seemed exceedingly unfair to Emily. After the major revelations she thought she might get away with the rule breaking but Amelia hadn’t been distracted. She looked up at her wife hoping for mercy but saw none in Amelia’s eyes. She sighed and did as she was told. Very quickly the bottom of her skirtall was lifted up and Amelia’s hands tugged down her diaper exposing her butt. “I love you.” Amelia said, “I wish you would be a good girl.” Rather than a “burden”, Emily thought to herself as she waited for the first blow to land. Emily whimpered. Her head was turned to the side and she was tensed up as she waited for the first spank. Her eyes were tightly closed as she felt her wife rubbing the skin of her butt. The hand drew back and Emily balled her hands into fists. The first blow landed and no matter how ready Emily felt like she was it still stung and still made her yelp. The pain radiated out quickly but before she had a chance to ready herself a second smack landed on to her other cheek. Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. Her face was pressed into the very mattress where Amelia had just been having sex with another woman and now she was very literally having her nose rubbed in it. The spanking continued. Emily counted ten spanks to each cheek before Amelia finally stopped. Her butt stung terribly as the wet diaper was pulled up and over it, it had cooled a lot since being exposed to the air. Emily was helped up and turned around but before she could say or do anything her wife pulled her into a tight hug. Her head was pressed between her wife breasts and her mouth watered in an almost Pavlovian response. “Let’s get that diaper changed.” Amelia said softly as she stroked Emily’s hair, “And then you can have a little drink.” That seemed to be what intimacy was for Emily now. Sex was off the table, with her parts locked up she couldn’t do anything even if she wanted to, it seemed that her version of getting close physically and emotionally with her wife was now relegated to diaper changes and breast feedings… --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/majm70qyrs32 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1855356

It's dinner time for Sam as she sinks further and further into a new and humiliating routine. --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- By the time the bottle was empty Sam was gasping for breath. The nipple came out of her mouth leaving a long sticky strand of liquid going from the bottle teat to her lips. A little milk slipped out the corner of her mouth as Jade put the bottle on the highchair’s tray. “There we go.” Jade said cheerfully, “Just in time for dinner too.” Sam turned just in time to see the cook, still looking very perplexed, bringing over the meals. He carried one plate of exquisite looking food and a bowl that was steaming. The plate was placed in front of Jade and the bowl was placed on the tray of the highchair. Sam looked down in utter disgust as she saw a thick paste-like food bubbling and steaming in the bowl. It didn’t smell appetising in the slightest. Her tummy rumbled. “There is no way I’m eating this…” Sam said as she turned to look at Jade with disgust, “I want proper food!” “This is proper food.” Jade said with a smile. She was holding a small pink plastic spoon, “Don’t worry. Mommy has made sure it’s full of all the vitamins and nutrients a baby needs.” Sam’s first instinct was to throw the bowl across the room. The urge to do so was extremely strong. If it wasn’t for the fear of her butt being tanned again she would’ve done it. In the end, like every other time Sam wanted to resist, she was too fearful of Jade to do so. Her cousin had so quickly asserted her dominance over the relationship. “Now open up for the choo-choo.” Jade said in a sing-song voice. Sam was pouting without thinking about it as Jade made train noises and moved the spoon through the air in front of her. The spoon reached Sam’s mouth and she hesitantly opened up for it. The food didn’t taste as bad as it looked but it was a close run thing. Sam had an automatic reaction to spit it out and the food dribbled on to the front of her clothes as well as landing on the tray. “Sam!” Jade exclaimed. “It’s not my fault!” Sam argued as she grimaced from the taste lingering in her mouth, “It’s gross!” “I knew I should’ve put a bib on you.” Jade said as she stood up and walked across to the kitchen drawers, “Silly me for expecting you to NOT act like a complete baby.” “I don’t need a…” Sam started but the soft cloth was already being placed around her neck. The white cotton was large and seemed to cover a decent amount of Sam’s chest. She blushed even harder, it was particularly difficult to argue she shouldn’t have the bib when she had food running down the front of her onesie. She looked down to see a message embroidered on the bib. “Mommy’s Little Dribbler.” Jade read for Sam, “Seems about right.” Jade loaded up another spoonful of food and moved it towards Sam. She had stopped with the train imitation and had a serious look on her face, it was clear what would happen if this next bite of food didn’t end up in Sam’s stomach. The mush tasted bad and, even worse, it seemed to stick all over Sam’s mouth. She could taste it and feel it everywhere as she chewed rather uselessly on the thick food. She forced herself to swallow and managed to keep it down. Her tummy grumbled and she felt something shifting lower down. A dawning realisation of horror temporarily distracted her from what she was currently doing. “Good girl.” Jade said as she paused to eat some of her own dinner. Sam’s respite didn’t last long and soon more of her dinner was being shovelled in. The taste was a constant presence now so at least the new mouthfuls didn’t make that any worse. She just tried not to think about the baby food she was eating as it made her feel nauseous. It seemed to take an age for the bowl to start to empty and Sam wasn’t helped by pauses in her feeding so Jade could eat her much nicer dinner. Her tummy was rumbling and complaining a lot now. There could be no doubt about what Sam’s body wanted to do but the idea of it was so gross and so unbelievable she could scarcely think about it. Wetting her diaper was something Sam had already done earlier in the day though. The baby bottle she had drunk before starting her meal had overhydrated her and she was feeling a very different need to the one that was really worrying her. The arguments against wetting her diaper struggled to make themselves heard, she’d already done it before, it was a known thing and Jade had already changed it. The idea of doing it again wasn’t as scary as it once was. Sam was still eating as she released her bladder. She tried not to let it show that she was wetting herself like a little baby, she didn’t know how effective it was. She was opening and closing her mouth robotically as all her thoughts were occupied with what was happening in her padding. She knew that although she couldn’t see her diaper because of the tray there was nothing blocking people looking at it from the front aside from the thick onesie material. Somehow wetting herself like that felt a lot more obvious than it perhaps was. “See? It’s not so bad.” Jade said as Sam swallowed one of the last mouthfuls. The wetting came to an end. Sam shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she felt the padding thickening around her, the heat spreading throughout the baby pants. She glanced sideways at Jade but the taller woman was not giving any sign of having noticed what had happened. “It’s horrible.” Sam muttered, “Can I have another drink?” “Of course.” Jade replied. She scraped the last of the food from the bowl and fed it to Sam before standing up, “Mommy will just get it for you.” Sam waited as Jade went to the refrigerator. She returned a few moments later with a fresh bottle and Sam had none of the reservations about the last one. Eager to wash away the taste of her dinner she slipped the tip of the bottle between her lips and began to greedily suck the sweet liquid within. She caught sight of Jade over the top of the bottle, she was smiling widely, what a picture of a baby Sam must’ve made right there and then. Sam didn’t stop until the entire bottle was drained and she pulled the drinking vessel away and took in some deep breaths. A second later she let out a large and milky belch. Jade took the bottle along with the bowl over to the dishwasher though Sam was sure it was someone else’s job to turn it on. “Well, I think we have some time to watch television together before you go to bed.” Jade said as she unlocked the tray and lifted Sam up. Sam felt Jade’s arm go underneath her rear end. She presumed Jade could feel that the padding had expanded as Jade chuckled. As Sam was carried to the living room she felt her “Mommy” pat her bottom a couple of times and then slip a finger through the leg bands of both the onesie and diaper underneath. She went a deep red as it became clear that Jade was discovering how wet she really was. Jade made no comment on the state of the diaper. Instead she took Sam to the couch and sat down, the smaller woman was turned to sit on her caretaker’s lap facing the television across the room. She was eased back until she was lying back against Jade’s chest a little more reclined than she would usually be. She felt strangely tense in this situation. “Let’s find something to watch.” Jade said as she pressed the power button on the remote, “Do you remember when we used to do this? When we were kids, we used to be the same height back then. Hard to believe now…” “I remember.” Sam said quietly. “We spent so much time sitting together in front of the TV.” Jade mused, “It’s nice that we get to do it again.” It might have been nice for Jade but for Sam she would’ve gladly not been re-living that childhood experience. She squirmed slightly, a combination of the warmth enveloping her crotch and a pain growing in her intestines. “Ah, this looks perfect.” Jade said as she flicked on to a channel with a talking blue dog and their family. It was almost ironic. As kids Jade and Sam had always tried to sneak away from their parents and watch things they weren’t supposed to, things that were too grown up for them. Now they were sat down as two adult women watching something they would’ve seen as beneath them even when they were little girls. “You can’t want to watch this…” Sam said with a sigh. “I have you to think about.” Jade replied. “I can watch grown up stuff!” Sam argued, “You’re taking this too far!” “That’s quite enough from you.” Jade responded. Sam wasn’t finished but before she could respond again Jade reached around towards Sam’s face. The diapered woman had just enough time to see she was holding something before it was pushed between her parted lips. At first it seemed like another bottle, only this rubber teat wasn’t attached to anything. It was only as the large pink mouth guard tapped against Sam’s lips that she realised it was a pacifier. “I would keep that in if I were you.” Jade said with a note of warning, “Unless you want another spanking before bed.” Sam whined but as Jade’s hand pulled away she did as she was told and kept the soother in her mouth. She kept thinking she couldn’t possibly feel or look more like a baby but every time she hit the bottom she found a way to sink lower. Anyone looking in on her wouldn’t see a grown up in any sense of the word. They would see a little girl wearing baby clothes and obviously diapered, they would see her pigtails bouncing and the pacifier between her lips. They would hear the diaper’s soft crinkles and the sound of sucking whenever the pacifier threatened to fall out. They would smell that vague hint of ammonia, the smell of urine, the unmistakable sign that someone had wet themselves. “Ma’am, do you want me to…” A woman who couldn’t have been much older than Sam walked into the room and stopped as she beheld the scene in front of her. “Go on.” Jade said. “Sorry, Ma’am, I was just asking if you wanted me to sort out the dishes this evening or leave it till tomorrow.” The maid asked. “Leave it till tomorrow.” Jade replied. She had started to stroke the top of Sam’s head, “There’s no rush.” “Very well, Ma’am.” The maid replied before leaving the room. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/mafei4aiwo9 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1850292

The popular saying is "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Bullshit. I prefer the line from the BMTH song "Ludens": Verbal bullying and abuse can be devastating to a person and it isn't a case of just letting them bounce off you, they get absorbed. A word used by a parent or friend can get into your head and bury itself there for years. An insult that strikes a nerve can cause as much anguish as a punch. Poor Emily has a history with the word "burden" and Amelia doesn't realise that using it is like opening up an old scar. A scar Emily has probably tried to keep closed for a long time.

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With Emily struggling to come to grips with the situation Amelia, unknowingly, hits quite the nerve. --- 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 --- Aside from Emily, the crib was empty of anything other than a pillow and a blanket. There was nothing to distract her and she had always been a person who was quick to grow restless. The mushy underwear was not helping her sit still either. She started second-guessing herself. Maybe Amelia wasn’t going to come unless she was called, maybe that’s what her wife was waiting for. Emily bit her lip as she kneeled and leant against the bars. “Amelia?” Emily called out. There was no answer. The bedroom door was closed so it was unlikely her voice was carrying very far. This felt worse than being in prison, at least there she would have someone to talk to or distractions to take her mind off her confinement. She’d like to think she wouldn’t be in a messy diaper as well but judging from her control that many well have happened anyway. “Amelia!” Emily shouted a little louder. Still nothing. Emily grumbled in frustration. She hated that this “time out” was giving her lots of time to think. It had only been a few short weeks since everything had been perfect. Emily had been able to relax on the couch all day watching TV and playing games, she’d had Amelia wrapped around her little finger, and life was perfect. How had it gone from that to kneeling in a very dirty diaper in a crib in such a short amount of time? “AMELIA!” Emily screamed at the top of her lungs. There was no way Emily couldn’t be heard now. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbours could hear her. She watched the door and waited. Still nothing. Emily started to wonder if Amelia was even home, it was possible she had gone out and left Emily trapped in place. Alternatives started going through Emily’s mind, she thought about trying to climb over the side of the railings and felt like she could probably manage it but if she was found out of her bed, she was wary of what Amelia would do. More than anything she wanted to change her diaper. Almost as if teasing her Amelia had left an extra spare disposable in the crib. Emily eventually laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. Whether Amelia was home or not, all she could do was wait. And wait. And wait some more. When the door finally did open it made Emily jump. She had been zoned out and lost in her own head when she was suddenly brought back to reality. She sat up and saw Amelia walking in, a rush of thankfulness flooded through her, she was more than ready for a change. “Goodness me, it smells in here.” Amelia said as she waved her hand in front of her face, “Have you left a little present for me in your diaper?” Emily balled up her fists. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t respond. After everything that had happened, she didn’t need her wife talking to her as if she was a useless baby as well. Granted she didn’t have much to counter the argument at that moment. She didn’t care right then, she just wanted to get her diaper changed. “Are you ready to be a good girl?” Amelia asked. “Yes.” Emily hissed through gritted teeth. “Good.” Amelia smiled as she stepped on the release, “Then you can put the changing table back together and MAYBE I’ll change you.” “Can’t you just change me first?” Emily whined, “This is really… uncomfortable.” “Come on.” Amelia perched on the edge of the barred bed, “I’ll supervise to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” Emily let out a deep sigh but bit back the anger that was bubbling up inside her. The last thing she wanted was to go back in the bed so she turned to the changing table that she had tipped over earlier. It looked like a lot of work but if she wanted to get out of the stinky diaper, she would just have to get on with it. Any hope Emily had of not making a complete mess of her diaper area was ruined by the hard work she now had to do. She lifted the changing table back up and then had to get on her hands and knees to collect all the things that had fallen off the shelves. By the time she was done she was sweating slightly, she wasn’t used to any kind of work. As soon as she was done, she turned to Amelia hopefully. “And what have you learnt?” Amelia asked as she stood up. “Come on…” Emily tossed her head back, “You know I’m sorry, just change me!” “Not until I know you’ve learnt your lesson.” Amelia stated as she folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not a little baby that you need to discipline like this!” Emily complained. “Alright, you had your chance.” Amelia shook her head. “W-Wait!” Emily suddenly regretted not just showing the contrition her wife demanded. Amelia walked over and took Emily’s hand to lead her from the bedroom. Emily kept apologising for everything she could think of but Amelia didn’t stop, she practically dragged Emily downstairs and into the living room where there was another revelation waiting for her. “Oh no…” Emily hid her face in her hands, “No, no, no…” The couch that Emily so loved to laze on had been moved all the way to the back of the room leaving a big empty space in the middle. That space had been filled by a large playpen. A black metal frame that had black felt running all around it. Inside there was a pillow, blankets, and some toys as well as a pink tablet. “Now I can always make sure you stay where you’re supposed to be.” Amelia said, “Now, I know what you’re thinking. The sides of this pen aren’t very tall and you could step right over them, right?” It was true. Emily had spotted that weakness right away. All she’d have to do was lift her leg a little higher than usual and she would be able to get right over the side. “Well, whilst you COULD do that, I don’t think you will.” Amelia continued, “Because good girls do as they’re told and get rewards whilst bad girls break the rules and get punished. You’ll stay in your playpen until I tell you otherwise.” “Amelia, this is too much…” Emily felt like she might burst into tears, “Y-You can’t do all this. I’m an adult!” “Aw, it’s OK, baby.” Amelia leaned forwards and hugged Emily. One of her hands went down and squeezed the bulge in the back of her diaper, “This is all for the best.” “How?” Emily sniffed as a tear ran down her cheek. “Get in the playpen and I’ll tell you.” Amelia suggested. Emily didn’t want to. She didn’t want to exchange one cage upstairs for another one downstairs. She just wanted things to go back to normal. Was that so much to ask? With a sniff Emily awkwardly clambered over the side of the playpen and then nearly fell to the canvas floor. It felt almost like being in an upside-down tent. Amelia was smiling again. Emily looked around sadly before waiting for Amelia to tell her why this was all happening. “Sit down.” Amelia said. Emily lowered herself and sat cross-legged on the floor. The mess in her diaper already felt like it had got everywhere so it seemed to make little difference to sit in it and spread it more. She looked up at her wife who was leaning on the edge of the pen and looking in. Emily felt like a small animal in a cage looking out at its owner. “The truth is…” Amelia started and then hesitated, “You’ve been more of a burden than a wife for a long time.” Emily froze. It was the word. The word she feared more than any other. The box in her brain that contained it started vibrating and then it burst open. Emily felt her brain empty of any other thought until all she could hear was “burden” bouncing around her mind, repeating infinitely until it became deafening. Her eyes filled with tears and she could feel herself trembling. It felt like knives were stabbing into Emily’s heart. To hear such harsh words from her wife, the woman she still loved completely despite everything, hurt more than any physical pain. There was guilt as well, just a tiny amount of it but enough for Emily to recognise its presence. She had taken Amelia for granted, worse, she had basically acted as if Amelia was her servant who only existed to serve her needs. Emily had done that because she thought she’d been getting away with it, that Amelia was happy to go along as things were. She had completely ignored her wife’s feelings for her own selfish laziness. “That isn’t to say I don’t love you.” Amelia continued, “I do. Just as much as the day we got married, in fact. That’s why I’m doing this. Everything I’ve done is because I care.” “But I don’t want any of it!” Emily sobbed. “I know.” Amelia smiled sympathetically and nodded her head, “But this is how it has to be.” Amelia turned and started to walk away. “Wait!” Emily scooted forwards on her knees until she was against the side of the playpen, “I need a change!” Amelia carried on out of the room. It turned out she wasn’t gone for long though; she had soon returned with a couple of sippy cups filled with her breast milk. She didn’t stay to answer any questions though. Emily was getting very uncomfortable in her messy diaper and yet she still had no idea when a change was coming. Alone in the living room Emily didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have access to the television or her video game console, which made her anxious, those two things were how she took up a majority of her time and now they were cut off from her. The only things she had access to were the items in the playpen, most of which were baby toys that held no interest for her. As Amelia walked past the doorway a little later Emily called out to her again. Burden. Burden. Burden. Emily couldn’t stop hearing those words. She tried to block them out, to shove them back into the box from whence they had burst out but it was too late. The word was free and it wasn’t going to be locked up. She’d heard that word once before, in her childhood, and it had felt like it had broken her. She shook her head, desperately trying to swallow back the sobs and not cry. “Why did you get all these… toys?” Emily asked as she looked around. “You spend so much time looking at screens I thought you should have something tactile.” Amelia replied as if it was a fairly normal thing, “And what with everything else going on, these toys seemed the most appropriate.” “But…” Emily knew she was beaten before she said a word. “Be a good girl and you’ll get a change soon, OK?” Amelia interrupted. What could Emily say? If she kicked up a fuss she would end up in more trouble and maybe even another diaper over the two she was already wearing. She couldn’t risk more punishment. All Emily could do was accept the situation and hope a change wasn’t long in coming because she smelled awful and felt maddeningly uncomfortable. Amelia left the room and Emily was alone again. She couldn’t help but notice how her wife’s vocabulary was changing. She was referring to Emily as a “good girl” or “bad girl” increasingly often. It seemed that the changes were gathering momentum, no matter what justifications were used it seemed like everything that happened was designed to make Emily feel less like an adult. The alterations to her daily life had been slow enough to not really pay too much attention to but when she stepped back and thought about everything, she could see just how bad things had got. What was most notable to her was how impossible it felt to reverse things. Originally, the diapers had been a reaction to her having accidents and it felt like if she could just stop the accidents everything would go back to normal. The diapers were only a part of a much larger issue now. Burden. Burden. Burden. Emily needed to distract herself before she lost her mind completely. Not wanting to think about her situation too deeply, Emily looked around for something to occupy her attention. She settled on the tablet which, without access to her video games or the television, was by far the most attractive option. She turned it on and went straight to the internet. Once it loaded up, she tried to visit a social media website only to be stopped by a big red exclamation mark. “Blocked?” Emily frowned. Emily went to the search bar at the top and tried something else only to find that was blocked as well. She was just about to call for Amelia to help her when she looked at the small print at the bottom of the page. “Denied access.” Emily read aloud, “Reason: Parental Controls set to “Strict.”” Emily couldn’t believe it. Amelia had given her one electronic device and then stopped her doing anything she wanted to do on it. Emily frantically tried to search other websites she liked but found most of them were inaccessible. Even when she went to her favourite sites to watch videos, she found herself limited to just the children’s sections. Burden. Burden. Burden. Emily dropped the tablet and put her head in her hands. She really wasn’t going to be allowed to forget where she was and what her situation had become. After looking around at the other toys, some of which were similar to what she had seen in Catherine’s office, Emily went back to the tablet. Her options may have been severely limited but at least she might be able to find something vaguely worth looking at on the electronic device. It was a frustrating search to find videos that weren’t mind-numbingly dull. Eventually Emily stumbled on to a few episodes of a children’s show that she had seen some adults liking. It was something to do with a family of cartoon dogs going about their everyday lives. Not knowing what else to do Emily decided to watch some episodes and see what it was all about. An hour later, Emily was surprised that the show she had been watching hadn’t been totally awful. Sure, it was basic and meant for a young audience but there had been a couple of moments and jokes that she had found genuinely funny. Most of all though, she was just glad that it could distract her, even just a little bit, from the state of her diaper. However, when each episode ended Emily was left with one thing to think about. The word “burden” kept running through her mind. She hated that Amelia had said that. She didn’t want to be a burden on her. Just thinking about how that was what Amelia thought of her made her want to cry. She quickly tapped on the screen to start a new episode of the cartoon before she burst into tears. At some point Emily shifted position to lay on her front. The heavy rear of her diaper pressed against her butt, she barely even noticed anymore. She continued forcing herself to be distracted by the cartoon until she felt a hand pressing on her mushy rear. “I think it’s time we changed this.” Amelia said, “Before the neighbours complain about the smell.” Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She paused her video and quickly climbed to her feet. She practically ran upstairs with Amelia following her and was on the changing table before Amelia was even in the nursery. “What’s the matter?” Amelia asked as she untaped the diaper. “Nothing.” Emily replied. That was a lie. She was feeling deeply upset from the “burden” comment still. “Well, I’m sure a fresh diaper will help you feel better.” Amelia said brightly, “Then you can go to bed all nice and clean.” As predicted, the diaper was a disaster. Emily didn’t want to look down but she saw as the messy diaper was taken away that her poop had ended up everywhere. She would’ve cared more if the feeling of clean skin didn’t feel so good after the hours of dirtiness. “I better put some cream on you.” Amelia said, “We don’t want you getting a rash and this skin looks pretty angry.” Emily bit back on the comment “whose fault is that?” since she didn’t need to give Amelia another reason to punish her. Once she was freshly padded, she slipped off the table. It was a warm night so no pyjamas were necessary. Emily climbed into the crib and heard the bars get raised behind her. “Do you have to put those up?” Emily asked, “I’m not going anywhere.” “It’s best you get used to them.” Amelia smiled. She reached through the bars and cupped the side of Emily’s face. Emily knew there was no reason and just turned away to face the wall before lying down. She heard Amelia linger for a few more seconds before she turned and left the room turning the light off on the way. Emily sighed and pulled her blanket against herself to hug. As she closed her eyes and let sleep take her, she felt a single tear roll down her face. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/ma9lv9dngx31 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1843674

Sam is back in the playpen and hoping her little adventure won't be exposed. She'll soon have other worries to deal with though, such as the upcoming dinnertime. --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Getting back into the playpen proved easier than leaving it. She was able to climb up on to the nearby couch and then walk across a small table before hopping back over the bars. She landed on all fours inside the playpen. She quickly huddled up into a ball and leaned back against the fence feeling exceptionally sorry for herself. It was impossible to ignore the feelings of warmth and wetness that now surrounded her crotch. The dry diaper and its crinkling had been bad enough but a wet one was so much worse. There was no twisting or turning to get away from it, it hugged her body completely. After a few minutes one of Sam’s hands started sliding down. She felt a tremendous curiosity and after a quick check that no one was watching she slid her hand underneath the leg band of her childish clothing and felt the plastic underneath. She shuddered as she could feel how the diaper had swollen up like a sponge, how the outer surface had been pulled taut and how warm it was. If she had been hoping she would be able to hide her wet status she was given multiple reasons to think again. Sam was still prodding the diaper and assessing everything she had done to it when Jade came in. She quickly snatched her hand away and curled up into a ball again. Jade walked around the playpen towards Sam who petulantly got up and waddled across to the other side so they stayed far apart. Jade smirked and Sam was red in the face. “I’ve brought you a fresh drink.” Jade said as she lowered a two-handled pink sippy cup over the edge of the playpen, “Is everything alright?” “Ha!” Sam let out a bitter bark of a sarcastic laugh, “Yeah, everything is just fantastic.” “Good.” Jade replied with a smile as she deliberately ignored the contempt in Sam’s voice, “Is there anything you want to tell me?” At this open ended question Sam froze up. It felt like Jade was fishing for something. Did she know Sam had left the playpen? Had she noticed the diaper somehow? Was there something else Sam had forgotten? Or was it all a big bluff to try to get Sam to admit to doing something bad? Sam gave a quick little shake of the head and then looked down at the floor. She silently prayed Jade would leave the room but she hung around. The taller woman’s fingers rapped against the top of the playpen’s bars. It felt like Jade’s eyes were boring through Sam’s skull and she nervously shuffled her feet in her seat position. Jade started walking around the playpen and Sam swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to run to the other side because then Jade would know she was trying to avoid her. Instead she hunkered down and hoped Jade would carry on past. “Are you sure?” Jade asked as she stood directly behind Sam, “There’s nothing at all you want to say?” “Erm…” Sam mumbled. Sam was still contemplating what she should or shouldn’t say when a pair of large hands reached down and grabbed her under her armpits. She barely had time to yelp in surprise before she was lifted off the floor. Her legs flailed until they found the carpet beneath them. One of Jade’s hands moved to Sam’s shoulder whilst the other disappeared for a second though Sam had a feeling she knew where it would end up. “Jade… Wait!” Sam cried out. It was too late and likely wouldn’t have stopped Jade regardless. A big hand came down on to Sam’s diaper and she felt it rest between her legs. There was no mistaking the warmth, nor the way it hung from her body with the excess weight. Jade pushed up with the palm of her hand and squeezed the soaked padding against Sam’s body causing her to shudder. “You didn’t tell me you needed to go to the potty.” Jade said as she continued to feel the soaked diaper, “I had the baby monitor with me.” “Like you’d even let me go…” Sam muttered. Her face was burning from embarrassment. “I know you got out of the playpen.” Jade ignored Sam, “You really think my own staff won’t tell me when they see a baby wandering the halls?” Sam froze up again. She should’ve known the butler would’ve tattled on her. The stinging in her butt had only recently faded but now it was like she could feel it again, pre-emptively causing her pain before the punishment she knew must certainly follow. She was tensed up as if expecting Jade to start spanking her then and there. Instead she was lifted off her feet again. “Such a fussy baby.” Jade said, “I guess we’ll have to be even more careful in future. In the meantime I think we have something that will make sure you don’t get out of your pen again.” “Come on…” Sam moaned, “You can stop now!” “After you disobeyed me and wet yourself?” Jade shook her head, “You really want to argue you’re ready to be a good girl?” “I’m not a girl at all!” Sam shouted in response, “I’m a woman! A fully-grown woman!” “That’s debateable.” Jade replied, “And it’s not a debate I’m having with a toddler having a tantrum.” The stinging comment made Sam wince. Her bottom lip trembled dangerously and she choked back the sobs that were threatening to spill out. She was very self-conscious about her size. Hearing Jade so casually say she wasn’t “fully-grown” was a body blow. Not least because she WAS fully developed, it was just that everything was smaller. With Sam’s defences lowered Jade reached over and picked her up. Sam felt the strange feeling of leaving the floor again, this time she felt her diaper pull down on her, the padding was heavy with urine and seemed to threaten to pull the underwear down her legs. Sam gripped her cousin as she was carried out of the living room and up the stairs. As they went down the landing Sam saw the butler who had ratted her out and glared at him. Sam’s nursery, something she still wasn’t used to thinking about at all, didn’t feel like it belonged to her. She was carried across to the changing table and undressed down to just her disposable diaper. For the first time Sam could really see just how wet she was. Her cheeks reddened when she looked up to see Jade shaking her head. “You know, I thought you’d have lasted longer than this, to be honest.” Jade said with a smirk. Sam didn’t need to hear that and she folded her arms crossly as the tapes of her diaper were undone. It was mortifying. It didn’t seem to matter how many times these embarrassing things happened to her they weren’t getting any easier. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was somewhere else. “Clearly we need something to stop you being so… adventurous.” Jade said as she turned towards the closet, “Luckily we are prepared.” Sam lifted herself on to her elbows and watched her cousin with worry. She knew that whatever Jade was about to produce would embarrass her but she still hadn’t been prepared for the onesie in Jade’s hands. The familiar feeling of wanting to beg for forgiveness rose up but she already knew it was a waste of time as her smaller arms were threaded through the holes and the onesie was pulled down over her head. The onesie felt like an overly long shirt but Sam knew quite quickly that the flaps at the front and rear weren’t just thin cloth like the rest of the clothing. It was thick with padding and it took quite some effort for Jade to pop the front and back together. She had to continually nudge Sam’s legs to give herself more room. “W-What is this!?” Sam demanded as she was lifted from the changing table. “Just a little something to make sure you stay put.” Jade replied as she lowered Sam to the floor. Sam’s legs were forced wide apart and as she sat down on her newly padded rear she looked down between her legs to see the thick material. She tried to close her legs but she could barely squeeze them together at all, there was certainly no way to get her knees together. Sam was taken down to her playpen and placed inside. She called after Jade as the taller woman left the room but she didn’t look back leaving Sam sat on the floor in her new clothes. Looking down Sam tried to shift the material as if there was a way to make it easier to wear but the thickness didn’t change. She tried to climb to her feet but found it was impossible to remain upright with the thickness between her legs forcing her thighs far apart. She fell on to her hands and knees and suddenly realised what was happening. If Sam couldn’t walk she would be forced to crawl to get around. She wanted to rip the humiliating clothing off but her hands were still tightly bound in the mittens. She started testing her new limits, she crawled forwards and, as she thought, whilst walking was impossible the crawling was completely unhindered. Sam quickly sat back and frowned. There was no way she was going to crawl around like some animal. If she could only sit in one place, so be it. Jade could make things harder for her but she couldn’t make Sam play along with these stupid games. Time ticked slowly by as Sam sat against the bars of the playpen refusing to do anything else. She tried to picture it as protesting rather than sulking. Occasionally Jade or one of her servants would walk in with a sippy cup but Sam steadfastly ignored all of them. Even as she grew increasingly thirsty she kept her back turned. “Not thirsty, hmm?” Jade asked as she came in and looked at the three untouched sippy cups. Sam didn’t respond. She had her arms folded across her chest and her back turned to her cousin. If she refused to play along there was nothing Jade could do to force her. She would simply sit in the playpen and… “Hey!” Sam squealed as she felt Jade’s hands hook under her arms. “It’s dinner time.” Jade said, “We need to fill your little tummy.” “I’m not…” Sam cursed herself. She had meant to remain silent but she had ruined that. She continued through gritted teeth, “I’m not a baby.” “Mmhmm.” Jade simply smiled and patted Sam’s padded rear end. Sam let out a growl of frustration but could do little to stop herself being carried through to the kitchen. When she saw the highchair at the table she couldn’t even feel surprised. She didn’t know what Jade’s end goal was here but she certainly seemed to be going all out and sparing no expense. Sam tried to use her legs to prevent Jade from placing her in the baby seat but she was entirely unsuccessful. The tray was brought round and clicked into place making sure she wasn’t going to go anywhere. Along with Jade and Sam there was a third person in the kitchen. A middle-aged man who seemed to be taking care of the cooking. When Jade was sure the tray was going to prevent Sam from going anywhere she turned to help out at the kitchen counter. As soon as Jade’s back was turned Sam tried pushing at the plastic tray. It didn’t budge. She leaned over the side of the seat and saw the ground a distressing distance away. Sure the highchair wasn’t that high but since Sam was so short it didn’t need to be. With a huff she looked back over to the kitchen counter where Jade was helping chop something up. “I could help…” Sam suggested after a couple of minutes with her legs swinging in the air below her seat, “If you just let me out of this stupid thing.” “Aww, baby, I know you want to be Mommy’s little helper but it’s a bit too dangerous for you.” Jade replied. Sam stuck her tongue out at Jade before she could help herself. Stuck in the highchair with her hands balled up in mittens it was about all she could do. It didn’t matter, Jade had her back turned and missed the small act of resistance entirely. “I should have the rest sorted from here.” The cook said after another minute, “You should take care of… the baby.” The last words almost came out as more of a question than a statement and the cook looked over at Sam briefly before saying them. Sam’s face went red, so many people were seeing her in such an embarrassing state and there was nothing she could do to prevent any of it. At least she saw the cook looking confused, it let her know she wasn’t the only one who found this whole situation to be completely insane. “Are you sure?” Jade asked, “I don’t mind helping more.” “I’ll be fine, ma’am.” The cook replied. Jade nodded her head and after quickly washing her hands she went over to the refrigerator. When Sam saw the way Jade was looking at her she knew she should be worried. Jade pulled her arm back and withdrew a baby bottle filled with milk. Sam whined and shook her head, she even looked over at the cook for help but he was determinedly looking away. It seemed like even when people thought this was weird they were still disinclined to get involved. “Since you don’t seem capable of drinking by yourself I guess I’ll have to help.” Jade said as she walked over. “What!? No! I can drink fine I just don’t want to use these stupid… things.” Sam tried to scoot as far away from Jade as she could in the confines of the highchair. It wasn’t very far. Jade had sat down in the seat next to the highchair. Despite that she was still slightly higher than Sam was. As Jade lifted the bottle towards her Sam reached out a hand to bat it away. “Come on, sweetie. Be good for Mommy.” Jade said. “Just…” Sam was very aware she was fighting a losing battle. She was desperate to find some sort of compromise that would allow her to keep at least a little dignity, “C-Can I at least hold it myself?” “You can try.” Jade smirked as she held out the bottle. Sam didn’t want to take the bottle. She didn’t want to drink like this but if the choice was doing it herself or having Jade do it then she would much rather have a little control over it. She reached out tentatively and tried to pick the bottle out of her cousin’s hands. Twice it slipped as the mittens meant she couldn’t get a proper grip on the bottle. The third time the bottle slipped it fell to the tray with a clatter causing some of the milk to squirt out of the nipple on top. “I think I had better help you.” Jade said with a giggle. It was so unfair! Sam could’ve done it all herself if she wasn’t handicapped by Jade. All of these problems were being caused by her cousin. It wasn’t fair to make everything so difficult for her and then make fun when she messed up. Sam wanted to argue all of that but as Jade picked up the bottle she clamped her mouth closed. “Come on, baby.” Jade said impatiently, “You haven’t drank anything all day. Don’t tell me you don’t want some of the lovely milk.” Sam swallowed. Jade was right in that she was very thirsty. Her mouth was extremely dry and her were lips chapped. The milk in the bottle looked refreshing, almost irresistible, but drinking it would require her to humiliate herself even further than she already had been. Sam knew that one way or another Jade was going to get her to drink and her lips trembled as she started to accept what needed to be done. “That’s it.” Jade said softly, “What a good girl.” Sam let out a whine. As soon as her mouth was opened enough the latex nipple of the bottle was pushed past her lips leaving the residue of the sweet milk behind. She was so thirsty she couldn’t resist opening her mouth a little more until the nipple was resting on her tongue and her mouth closed around the teat. Sam looked sideways to see Jade smiling and waiting for her to start drinking. The problem was that Sam hadn’t drank from a bottle since she had been a baby, she wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Her cheeks were a rosy red as she starting flicking the nipple with her tongue. Whilst a little milk came out it was clearly not the right way to do it. “It’s OK, baby.” Jade said as if sensing Sam’s hesitation, “Just suck on it like a straw.” Sam didn’t want to do as she was told but she tentatively sucked as instructed. There was a burst of cold milk that filled her mouth quite suddenly. She let out a small moan but instead of it being from the embarrassment it was from relief. She knew she was very thirsty but until she felt that sweet milk washing over her tongue she hadn’t realised just how dehydrated she was. With a big swallow Sam felt the milk wash down to her stomach. One mouthful was far from enough to sate the thirst that had built up in Sam’s little body though. She sucked again, and then again. Soon she had fallen into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing. She wished she could’ve at been allowed to hold her bottle at least, she was constantly aware that Jade was watching her progress with a big smile. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/ma5crzx8tg8 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1838343

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So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Do we have to do this?” Emily asked with annoyance, “You could just ask me!” “I like to make sure.” Amelia replied. Emily had barely got through the front door when her wife had marched up to her. Instead of the welcome home hug that she expected, Amelia had immediately stuck her hand down Emily’s pants to check her diaper. She was soaked, which shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone since it had been quite a while since her last change. Emily had been drinking plenty of her wife’s milk, both bottled and from the source, which left her very hydrated. Whilst is was still humiliating beyond belief and extremely weird, Emily just couldn’t turn down the sweet milk that she had grown to crave. It had now replaced most of her other drinks. At least it was probably healthier than the fizzy sodas she usually drank. “You’re soaked.” Amelia said, “Didn’t you ask Catherine to change you?” “Of course I didn’t!” Emily exclaimed. Amelia rolled her eyes as if Emily was being unreasonable. Emily wondered if her wife really realised what she was suggesting. It felt like Amelia had lost all sense of perspective on what was considered “normal” behaviour. Emily was sure there were very, very few other spouses that would make such a suggestion under any circumstances. “Well, let’s go get you changed then.” Amelia said as she gestured to the stairs. Emily walked up to the landing with Amelia right behind her. As she turned towards her bedroom, she saw there was a large stack of cardboard boxes that had been flattened down and were leaning against the banister. “What are these?” Emily asked. “I told you I was expecting a couple of deliveries.” Amelia replied, “I’ve been hard at work whilst you were out.” “What do you mean?” Emily was starting to get a bad feeling about things. “Well, go in and look.” Amelia said as she gestured to the door. Emily wasn’t sure she wanted to see what her wife had in store for her. She couldn’t imagine any surprise would be a good one. She pushed the door open slowly and winced as if something was likely to jump out at her. With a last look at Amelia, she slowly stepped forwards and immediately saw what had changed. She felt her knees weaken and she slumped sideways only staying upright thanks to the changing table. “A… A…” Emily was a whirlwind of emotions. Emily couldn’t even bring herself to say the name of what she saw. Her bed was still there but it was now surrounded on all sides by tall vertical bars. Her mouth was hanging open as her brain decided what her dominant feeling was: anger, shock, depression, or disbelief. All of them were melding together in a ball that was threatening to explode out of her. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Amelia said casually as if describing something normal like a new computer, “I couldn’t believe it when I saw online that they were selling these things.” Emily was still struggling to form a reaction. It must’ve been some sort of horrible joke from Amelia, there was no way she had really turned her bed into a crib. Not even after everything had happened would her wife do that to her. But she couldn’t argue that she was looking at it. It had clearly been bought at some expense and must’ve been a nightmare to set up as one person. When Emily looked at her wife, she saw the smile of someone unveiling a wonderful gift rather than someone pulling a prank. “W-Why!?” Emily gasped. “Remember when Catherine was here?” Amelia asked, “I told you to stay put and you were unable to do it. I’ve bought something to help you be good.” Emily’s brain had settled on a deep-seated humiliation as its dominant emotion. She was painfully reminded of the cage around her genitals that had seemingly been put there for the same reason as the new bed bars. Amelia had to understand how unfair all of this was. “I… I can’t sleep in there…” Emily muttered as she shook her head. “Of course you can.” Amelia replied, “It’s still the same sized bed.” “No, I mean…” Emily couldn’t believe she was going to have to explain to her wife why she shouldn’t sleep in a crib. “It’s not a big deal, baby.” Amelia said as she walked forwards and put her hands on Emily’s upper arms. Emily immediately pulled back. “Stop saying that!” Emily shouted, “It IS a big deal! Why are you treating me like some stupid baby!?” “Come on… You know I don’t think you’re stupid.” Amelia said sympathetically, “I’m doing this to help you be good. Now let’s get your diaper changed, eh?” “No!” Emily said loudly and firmly, “I don’t want you to!” “You can’t stay in a wet diaper.” Amelia shook her head, “You’ll get a rash.” Emily’s emotions were threatening to boil over. She was so frustrated and embarrassed. Before she knew what she was doing she was lashing out at the shelves beneath the changing table. With a roar of rage she swept the diapers off one of the shelves leaving them to tumble all over the floor. She aimed a kick at the next shelf down and found it easily came away from the rest of the structure. The baby powder fell to the carpet where the top opened and spilled its contents everywhere. Even as Emily was doing her destructive actions she felt regret, not just for the mess she was making but because it was getting her nowhere. Her response to this embarrassment, she realised, was to have a massive tantrum. “Emily!” Amelia shouted, “Stop that right now!” It was too late to stop. Emily knew punishment was going to come, all she could do was make sure her point was made. She wasn’t some useless child! Emily reached over to the far edge of the changing table which had a small gap to the wall. She dug fingers in and then pulled hard. The structure was heavier than she imagined but she let out a grunt as it fell over with a loud crash. The contents of the table spilled everywhere and in some places the wood had splintered a little. Emily was breathing hard as she stepped back and looked at the destruction she had wrought. She didn’t get a chance to gloat over her victory to Amelia though. The taller woman was already reaching out for her. “Bad girl!” Amelia exclaimed with anger. Emily felt a pain in her ear as Amelia pinched it between two of her fingers. She squealed as she was pulled across the empty floor of the room and over to the crib. She begged to be released but Amelia wasn’t listening. A lever on the floor of the crib was stepped on by Amelia and the side facing the room dropped down. Realising what was about to happen Emily tried to pull away but the pinching on her ear only became stronger, holding her in place. “Very bad girl!” Amelia said as she pulled Emily forwards. The pain in Emily’s ear was getting too much for her as tear filled her eyes. She followed the hand that was pulling her until she had climbed on to her mattress. She was repeatedly telling Amelia to let go but when her ear was released, she wasn’t ready. As the blood rushed back in, she put both her hands up to the painful appendage. There was a rattling noise as the side of the crib was lifted up and locked back into place. “Let me out!” Emily demanded, “You can’t lock me in this stupid thing! That’s… That’s false imprisonment!” “It’s discipline.” Amelia replied darkly, “You can stay in there and think about what you’ve done.” “W-Wait!” Emily reached through the bars as Amelia walked over to where some of the diaper on the floor had piled up. She picked up two and slid them through the tall bars of the crib. “Here.” Amelia said, “You aren’t allowed to change your own diaper. That rule still applies but I will let you add layers. I wouldn’t break any more rules if I were you. You’re in big enough trouble as it is.” “We can talk about this!” Emily said as she clutched the bars of her cell. “Maybe we could’ve.” Amelia nodded her head, “But your little tantrum showed me you aren’t ready for that.” Emily continued pleading to be let out until Amelia left the room and closed the door behind her. For several minutes afterwards Emily continued shouting and banging but it got her nowhere. Eventually she slumped back, she couldn’t believe she had been left in a crib like that. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Things felt so utterly out of control. The room was in a mess after Emily’s outburst and all she could do whilst on her bed was look out and regret it. She didn’t think she’d been unreasonable, considering the circumstances, but she certainly didn’t like the result. She kicked out at the bars petulantly but only served to hurt her foot. Fresh warmth streamed into Emily’s diaper. She’d hardly had even an inkling that she needed to go beforehand. It reminded her how wet she was. With no idea how long she would be stuck in the crib she really wasn’t keen on leaking, and she already knew she couldn’t trust herself not to soak her pants even more. Emily stripped off her clothes until she was down to her bra and diaper. She took one of the new diapers and unfolded it, putting another layer of padding on herself wasn’t something she wanted to do but her choices would be to either do that or sit in a puddle of her own urine before long. Sitting on the diaper, Emily pulled it up and over the one she was already wearing. With such a thick diaper already on, swollen from all her peeing, it was a bit of a stretch for the new disposable. The tapes were struggling to hold on a bit, but it seemed secure enough. The downside was that the pillow of padding between her legs was now even thicker, she couldn’t walk anywhere but she could already imagine how much she would need to waddle. Not to mention, just sitting down she could feel the way her butt was lifted off the mattress by the layers beneath her. With nothing else to do Emily eventually laid down. If she was going to be left there for an indeterminate amount of time she might as well get some rest. Emily closed her eyes but found sleep hard to come by. It was very bright in the room and she was tossing and turning in her double-layered diaper. Eventually she must’ve drifted off into an uneasy sleep because the next thing she was aware of was a horrible feeling in her gut. She kept her eyes closed as she rolled on to her side and curled up a little. She was still only half-awake as she pushed down with her tummy muscles in an almost automatic reaction to the discomfort. The pressure quickly built as Emily’s sphincter relaxed and opened. The sticky mush in her bowels was pushed into the waiting diaper and she barely moved an inch. She let out small grunts as her eyes fluttered closed, making sure to empty herself completely into her underwear so she wouldn’t soil her next diaper. As she pushed out the final small poop her bladder gave way and poured into the diaper as well. As it was already soaked some of the liquid started making its way down to the second layer causing it to swell up. Emily’s eyes opened suddenly. “Oh god…” Emily moaned. Emily couldn’t believe what she had done. She could blame it on being half-asleep but she hadn’t even tried to prevent her stinky accident. Her face flushed red as she moved a hand back to try and feel the damage. With the two layers of diapers, it was hard to feel anything but the stickiness against her butt let her know this wasn’t a small messing. Emily gingerly sat up. The poopy diaper was pressed against her skin and the mush inside was spread all over causing the young woman to shiver. She looked around. Still in her crib, and it was deeply shameful to admit that was where she was, her options were limited to one. Until Amelia came to get her out, she was completely trapped. The smell was already starting to leak out and she was stuck. Emily considered calling for her wife but that somehow seemed even worse. She was angry at Amelia and the last thing she wanted to do was show that she needed her. There was no way for Emily to tell how much time had passed. She had been asleep but whether it had been for a few minutes or hours it was impossible to say. The room appeared a little darker than it had been earlier but that could’ve just been clouds covering the sun. What she did know for sure was that she was bored out of her mind. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/m9zg7i8nt30 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1832144