SissyatHeart

Chapter 2: The Accident Part 2 The first thing that hit her was the soft beige walls accented by the hint of baby powder in the air. Everything was gone. What she was standing in was a complete baby's nursery. Her bed had been replaced with a white baby's crib complete with pink bedding. By the window where her desk used to be, there was now a large rocking chair complete with an ottoman and side table. A blanket was draped over the top of the chair and a burp cloth lay off to the side on the table. This wasn't the worst of it though. Across from the rocking chair, Emily used to have a TV, but it to was gone. In its place was a changing table complete with a pink changing pad and more diapers and diapering supplies than she cared to count. This is what drew her attention and she couldn't help but reach out and feel one of the countless diapers arranged in the bins. It was a Huggies Little Movers, size 4. The diaper felt so soft underneath her fingers as she ran her hand over the delicate, cloth-like material. "Mom, What happened to my room?" "I told you, sweetheart, there's going to be some changes around the house and that starts with you up on that changing table." "But, I don't wear diapers." "Well, you do now, sweetheart. Now arms up." Emily didn't know what to do. She stood there like a helpless baby as her mom pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the diaper pail. "Good girl. Now let's get your shoes and socks off." July said, sitting Emily down on top of the changing table. She made quick work of pulling Emily's shoes and socks off, tossing them into the diaper pail as well. While this was going on, Emily couldn't help but stare at the supplies set out beside her on the changing pad. On top of a baby's footed sleeper was one of the Huggies diapers along with some cream, powder, and wipes. She was about to be changed into a diaper just like a baby, and she didn't like that one bit. "Lay down, sweetheart, so mommy can get your diaper on." "No," Emily said, swatting away her mom's hands. "I'm not wearing a diaper." "Emily. Please lay down so Mommy can get you dressed." "No!" Emily growled, swatting her mom's hands away again. "I'm not a baby and I'm not wearing a diaper." "Believe me, little lady. You are going to wear a diaper whether you like it or not. Now you can either lay down like a good girl or you can keep fighting and go over my lap. The choice is yours." "I'm not wearing a di..." Emily was cut off by her mom who quickly unbuttoned her jeans and in one swift motion slid them off her legs before carrying her over to the rocking chair. Emily was laid face down on her mom's lap. An arm on her back kept her pinned in place as she squirmed, desperate to free herself. "Please, mommy don't," Emily pleaded as her panties were pulled down and tossed to the side. She tried to cover her naked bottom with her hands, but these to were pinned by her side. "Mommy, please don't," Emily begged, again, a stray tear fell down her cheek as she struggled one last time before her mom's hand came down on her backside. "SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK" By the end of the spanking, Emily was a sobbing mess. "I'm sorry Mommy. Please, stop. I'm sorry." July stood Emily in front of her and locked eyes with her. "Now, I really didn't want to do that, but mommy makes the rules, not you. Understand." Emily nodded in response, trying to choke back her tears as she rubbed her sore bottom. "Good girl. Now, are you going to let mommy get you diapered and dressed?" Emily nodded once again and took her mom's hand as she was led back across the nursery, naked, to the changing table. She was promptly lifted up and laid down on the changing pad. Her feet just barely dangled off the end like a real baby. She wanted to fight back, but her tender backside told her otherwise. Sighing in defeat, Emily stared up at the ceiling. Wishing this whole thing could just be over. "Here you go, sweetpea," July said, coaxing a pacifier into Emily's mouth. Emily had little choice but to suckle the infantile object in her mouth as she heard the pop of a plastic tub. Her mom spread her legs slightly and she soon felt the shock of a cold baby wipe, making her to squirm on the pad. Her cheeks burned a bright red as all her folds were thoroughly cleaned. Then just as her mom had cleaned her frontside, Emily's legs were held above her head and her backside was wiped clean with close attention to every crack and fold. With her legs still held up above her head, Emily heard the rustling of a diaper as it was slid under her bottom. She whimpered in protest as her legs were lowered back down onto the thick diaper. "Shh, don't worry sweetheart. Just relax." July said, spreading Emily's legs apart once again as she squeezed a bit of diaper cream onto her finger before rubbing it into her little one's bottom. The cream soothed Emily's red bottom, and left her with a pleasant cool feeling on her behind. "Good girl. We're almost done." July said, wiping her hands off. After throwing the wipes away she lifted Emily's bottom off the pad once again and gave her cute little behind a generous dusting of powder before laying her back down. A bit more powder on Emily's front side and July expertly taped the diaper up nice and snug. She ran her fingers around the cuffs of the diaper to ensure it wouldn't leak. "All done." Emily felt weird. The diaper taped around her was much thicker than her Pull-ups and the bulkiness added an awkward warmth to her diaper area. She was still thinking about the diaper when her mom pulled her to a sitting position and swung her legs over the edge of the table. It was time for the sleeper. As Emily was helped into the babyish garment, she realized that the zipper was on the back and would have no way of taking the pajama off let alone the diaper underneath. Once Emily was all dressed and zipped into her sleeper, her mom lifted her onto her hip and carried her back over to the rocking chair. Emily whimpered at this but was quickly soothed by her mom who gave her diapered bottom a reassuring pat. "It's ok ,sweetheart. Mommy will explain everything in just a second." July cooed, sitting down with Emily cradled in her lap. One arm supporting her head and backside while she used the other to start the bottle warmer. Emily lay cradled in her mom's lap, suckling her pacifier for comfort as she was gently rocked back and forth. In her position, she couldn't help but stare into her mom's eyes. They weren't angry or upset like Emily expected. They showed compassion, love, and kindness. Once the bottle finished warming, July tested the temperature before turning her attention back to Emily, pulling her paci out. Emily saw the bottle her mom was holding and started squirming again which earned her a gentle slap on the thigh. "Come on, little one. Open up," July said, teasing Emily's lips with the teat of the baby bottle. Emily really didn't want to nurse like a baby from the bottle, but with little choice, she accepted the nipple into her mouth and took a tentative suckle before pulling away. The milk was thick and sweet and the taste caused her to grimace. "Babys need plenty of formula to grow big and strong," July cooed, coaxing Emily to take the bottle again. Emily tried to fuss and turn away from the bottle. She couldn't escape the teat that seemed to follow her lips, and soon enough, she gave in and allowed her mom to slip the nipple past her lips. The teat filled most of her mouth and as she suckled rhythmically a steady stream of warm formula flowed down her throat, soothing her as she relaxed in her mom's arms. "Good girl," July said. "Now I know you want to know why all this is happening. I'm not mad at you, sweetheart, and this isn't because you lied to me. Yes, that settled my decision, but I did this because I know you're stressed out. I think it would be a good thing to just take a step back and let mommy take care of you again like when you were a baby. No more school, chores, responsibilities, nothing. All you have to do is enjoy being my little baby. That does mean there are going to be a few rules, however. For starters, you are now a nine-month-old baby girl. That means I expect you to use your diapers for their intended purpose. That means both peeing and pooping. Secondly, baby's your age can't walk or talk and I don't expect you to either. You will only crawl from now on and if you need something I expect you to cry or babble just like a baby would. Third, from now on you will take two naps a day and sleep for about fourteen hours. Baby's need plenty of sleep. I know this might seem hard at first but pretty soon you'll find yourself needing naps just like any other baby. Fourth, you're not old enough to feed yourself. Instead, you will be spoonfed baby food since your not old enough for solids and bottlefed baby formula. Last but not least, I don't expect any arguments from you. You will be a nine-month-old baby and I expect you to act your age." Emily tried to take in everything her mom said. It was pretty simple, if a baby can't do then she can't do it. Her new life would be that of a baby's whether she liked it or not. It's not like she had a choice. "I did this because I love you, Emily. I missed my little baby girl. Now its time for a nap. You've had a long day and some sleep will do you good." July said, patting Emily's bottom as she rocked back and forth. Emily tried not to show how tired she was. But the warm formula, gentle rocking, and soft touch of her mother urged her to sleep. She tried to spit the bottle out in one last act of defiance, but it was no use. She was to tired and the more her mom rocked the more tired she felt. Soon enough her eyes gently shut as she was nursed to sleep. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment to let me know what you think. Stay tuned for more updates soon.

Chapter 1: The Accident "No, no, no, no," Emily whispered to herself as she scrambled out of bed. She wanted to cry. Her pajamas were completely soaked. Running her hand back over her bed she realized that it to was soaked. She had wet the bed. Bedwetting wasn't new to Emily as she had started having nighttime accidents a few months before. The only issue was that because of her accidents, Emily had been wearing Huggies Pull-ups to bed every night. Well, except last night, of course. Last night, she had decided that she was a big girl and didn't need to wear one of her pull on diapers and so after her mom wished her goodnight, she switched her Pull-up for a pair of panties. Emily knew that her mom would be upstairs soon to check on her and make sure she was up and getting ready for school. She needed to hide the evidence from her accident, fast. She stripped off her pajamas and slid them underneath her bed. She didn't have time to shower and so she did her best to towel off before getting dressed for the day. when it came to her bed, Emily only had one option and that was to remake her bed like she did every morning and hope her mom wouldn't realize she had an accident. She would deal with it when she got home from school. "Emily," July, Emily's mom, shouted up the stairs. "Are you ready yet?" "Coming mom," Emily replied. She made sure that everything was where it should be before heading downstairs. "What took you so long, sweetheart? You're going to be late." "Sorry mom, I slept past my alarm clock." "Hmm, ok. Did you have an accident?" "Mom," Emily whined, "I didn't wet the bed." She hated being asked that question. It made her feel like a baby. "Alright, I'm just asking," July replied, handing Emily her lunch box and water bottle. "Now come on, let's get going." Grateful her lie had passed, Emily grabbed a pop-tart out of the pantry before climbing into the back seat of the car. Now all she had to do was make it through the school day without her Mom finding her wet bed and pajamas. With that, Emily dove into her strawberry pop-tart with a sigh as her mom pulled out of the driveway. Throughout the school day, all Emily could think about was her accident. She was worried that her mom would find her wet sheets and the thought made her uneasy. Even if her mom didn't find out about her accident, she had no idea how she was going to clean up her sheets without being asked about them. Maybe she could pretend to spill some juice on her sheets to have an excuse to wash them? No, she would still get in trouble for spilling on her bed and her sheets would smell from the accident. The whole thing made her head hurt and she wished she had just worn the stupid Pull-up in the first place. As soon as the bell rang after school, Emily grabbed her backpack and fought her way through the horde of kids to the car rider line. She only had to wait a few minutes before she spotted her mom's car and sure enough her name was called out by one of the teachers. A pit formed in Emily's stomach as she climbed into the back seat of the car. All she wanted to do was pick her mom's brain about whether or not she had found out about her accident. Emily knew better than that though and kept quiet about the subject. "Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" "It was good. We got to go to PE today instead of music, and I got an A on my math test." Emily's uneasiness was already starting to go away as she relaxed. Her mom was asking the usual after school questions. She didn't seem suspicious at all about the accident. "That sounds like a fun day. Anything else you want to tell me? "Not really. We started a new book today in class, but it's pretty boring." "Is that all you want to tell me about?" "Yyyaaa." Emily fidgeted in her seat. The pit in her stomach was back and she felt a little nauseous. Her mom had to know something was up, but she wasn't going to admit to anything. "Are you sure there's nothing else that happened. Outside of school maybe?" It was over. Emily knew her mom had found out about her accident and it was time to fess up. Her face was bright red and full of shame. She tried to avoid the conversation a minute longer by gazing out the window. "I... I had an accident last night." "I know you did, sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me?" "I don't know." "That's not an answer, Emily." I... I didn't want you to be mad that I didn't wear a Pull-up last night. I'm sorry momm... mom. I... I didn't mean to." Emily was on the verge of tears. She felt bad for lying to her mom. She didn't normally lie, but lying about the accident seemed better than admitting that she hadn't worn a Pull-up to bed like she was supposed to. "Sweetheart, you should have told me this morning." "Would you have been upset?" "Yes, sweetheart, I still would have been upset that you didn't wear a Pull-up, but we all make mistakes. What I'm more upset by is the fact you lied." "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "I know it won't happen again because there are going to be some changes around the house." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out when we get home. I want to show you your room before we talk." Emily didn't know what to think. What had her mom meant by "changes around the house" and why did she need to see her room? The only thing she knew for sure was that she was in big trouble and she slumped back in her seat, sitting in silence for the rest of the drive. At home, Emily slowly trudged inside and set her backpack down. She watched her mom head upstairs and she tried not to follow. She wanted to stay as far away as possible to try and avoid whatever punishment she was about to receive. "Emily, where do you think you're going, little one?" July asked, holding out her hand. "Come on, let's go see your new room." Little one. Emily had never been called this before. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her mom had never been so serious and yet so calm before. She had no choice but to take her mom's hand and follow her up the stairs. Taking each step as slow as possible to try and delay the inevitable. Upstairs, Emily found something she wasn't expecting. There was a new sign on her door. It was a cute, pink sign that was very babyish in design. What she couldn't figure out is why it read "Emily's Nursery" in big bold letters. She had to read the sign a second time just to be sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her. She hadn't been mistaken though, the babyish sign on her door hinted that there was a nursery on the other side of the door. Her nursery. But that didn't make any sense. She didn't have a nursery, she had a bedroom. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, go look inside." Emily wasn't sure if she wanted to see inside, but her mom's firm hand on her backside coerced her into the room. Thanks for reading! This is my first story here on dailydiapers so please leave a comment and let me know what you think.