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So, I've tried dark and trippy I've tried science fictiony reality warping And I've tried whatever the hell this is I've reached the point where I'm just doing a shameless, totally unrealistic fap fantasy because why not. Let me know what you think! Tick. Tock. By: The Unknown Author Tick I’m fairly certain the clock is mocking me. Tock Its expressionless face watches intently, withholding the sound I want, or need, rather, to hear. Tick With my back to the clock, seated on the tiny stool in the corner, the “Naughty Stool” was its name, and it was a bitch to sit on for more than a minute, let alone the hour I had been sentenced. Tock Punishing as it was, it served its purpose, all I could do was sit here and think about what had put me here. Tick I remembered watching my kids on this very stool as they grew up, feeling pride in my abilities as a parent that they were being taught a lesson, that my punishment would correct their behavior and ensure they’d grow into well adjusted and responsible adults. Tock Four children had sat on this stool before me. My oldest now off at college, the twins blossoming into lovely young women looking forward to the end of their time in high school next month, and my youngest, the one we’d accidentally made after too much wine and celebration at my husband’s birthday party would be a teenager sooner than I cared to believe. Tick Four daughters worth of parenting under my belt and here I sit at the bottom of the totem pole, my role as responsible adult a distant memory. Tock I didn’t have to wonder about where I’d gone wrong, that was obvious, but I did wonder why I’d put up so little resistance to all of this, was being submissive to my husband sexually so deeply ingrained in me that it overrode my very personality? Tick When we’d met in college he was up front and open about his kinks and desires, making me aware of his fondness for submissiveness from his female companions. I’d listened to him and blushingly confessed my own desires to be treated like a little girl, to be loved and cared for in gentle and compassionate ways but also to be stripped of my adulthood and made to be less than what I actually was in the bedroom. Tock The first time he played Daddy in bed I cried as he held me and stroked my hair. Not having a pacifier to quiet me, he gently inserted my thumb into my mouth, when the sight of me sucking my thumb for him brought the blood to his manhood, that replaced my thumb and my first experience giving head became the foundation for our sexual relationship. Tick After college we got married and moved into our house, a whole place just for us that we could let our imaginations run wild in when our lust bloomed, which it did quite often. The first night in our new home, he gave me a bath and carried me to the bedroom wrapped up in a towel, an adorable Barbie towel he’d bought for me the previous Summer. That was the night he’d introduced diapers into our play time, drying me off lovingly and putting my hair into pigtails before laying me down and asking me if I was interested in trying something new. Tock The “diaper” he put on me wasn’t exciting in the least, it was thin and bland, designed for discretion and functionality more than anything else. Having spent my teenage years babysitting, I knew that this ugly thing I’d let him pull up my legs wasn’t a diaper any more than I was a baby for agreeing to wear it, which made the whole thing kind of a letdown for me if I’m being honest. I wanted to feel little, to feel like my Daddy was taking care of me and doing the responsible thing and putting me back in diapers because I was too little to be trusted not to have accidents, but all I felt was silly and awkward. Tick That first time wasn’t great. I’d slipped into my role of baby just as he’d done with his role of Daddy, but when I wet the diaper while he held and rocked me, it had leaked all over both of us and destroyed what little magic was attained that night. Taking the initiative, I set to work ordering real diapers for myself as well as a few cute outfits to add flavor to the fantasy, surprising him a few weeks later when he came home to find me in our bedroom on the floor in my new, very cute and very thick diapers and a little play dress that barely reached the top of said diapers. Tock That was the night we made Lily, our oldest. He was so surprised and pleased with my purchases that his pants nearly split trying to contain his massive erection. When the time came to change my wet diaper he took me and we shared in what can only be described as the single most passionate and satisfying sex either of us had ever had, and we went to sleep that night with me in a fresh diaper cuddled up in his embrace as I contentedly suckled my new pacifier. Tick When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified to tell him, sure that he would be against having a baby that would put an end to our play, or maybe that was my fear and I just didn’t want to admit it, either way, when I told him he was elated and we began the task of preparing for our new bundle of joy. When we started the nursery we made a game of having me play baby to test everything out as we got it set up, diaper changes on the changing table, toys to play with on the floor, he even put me in the crib a few times to look down on me and smile as he reassured me that he could have two babies and not let either one feel more or less loved by their Daddy. As I got bigger, my time as baby came less and less often, and I would sit in the nursery and look at the wall where he’d painted “Alexis’s Nursery” on the wall for me to give me a feeling that all of this was really for me, and I’d cry, but never tell him that I’d done it. Tock When Lily came it was the happiest day of both our lives, our family grew and our bond as husband and wife strengthened as we gained the titles of mother and father. He started out trying to keep things between us the way they had been, changing me the same time he changed Lily, feeding me a bottle as Lily nursed from my breasts, but it didn’t have the same feel as before. Sure, having my diaper changed alongside my infant daughter flipped my switches, but I felt guilty for wanting to be a baby when I was required to be a responsible mother, and my interest in being a baby for him diminished until it faded entirely by the time we were preparing for Lily’s first birthday. Tick As Lily grew up and became more independent, both mine and Daddy’s desires built back up, our former playtime resuming when Lily started preschool. He drove when we dropped Lily off that first day, and when we got back to the car he gently but firmly insisted I sit in the carseat like a good girl or else Daddy would have to punish his baby girl. When he talked to me that way it always made my nipples stiffen and my panties damp, my desire to drop to my knees and suck him off in the parking lot where any soccer mom could see filled my mind as I obeyed and squeezed myself into the carseat, pouting at the fact that I couldn’t properly sit in it, the three point harness locked between my thighs pressing against my sex as I thought of all the things Daddy was going to do to me when we got back home. Tock He surprised me with the reveal that he’d turned his office into a little nursery space for me, cleaning everything up and making it a private space for me to play and enjoy the things that Lily had outgrown as well as a crib and changing table of my very own. I blushed when he saw it for the first time, the knowledge that my little side was more of a baby than our preschool aged daughter drove me wild, a fact I made him aware of four times that afternoon in various positions all over my nursery. Tick Lily caught me when she was six, the nursery door left unlocked one weekend afternoon while she was supposed to be napping, the time when I would slip into my nursery and play with my toys in my diapers and baby clothes to recharge my batteries until Daddy got home and properly satisfied me once Lily was down for the night. I will tell you this, I was thankful for the diaper I had on, because being in my safe and quiet nursery, engrossed in playing quietly on the floor in a diaper and t-shirt with my hair done up in pigtails and pacifier in my mouth only for my ninja silent daughter to suddenly appear behind me and giggle before declaring that I was a baby made me actually piss myself in shock. Tock We sat Lily down and Daddy explained that I was just playing house, like she used to play, but since I had no one to play with because Daddy was at work, I was just playing baby alone. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed at having to sit there listening to him explain to our daughter that I was playing baby, and then sit on the bed later that night and listen to him lecture me about not locking the nursery door when I was playing and also playing without his supervision. She never made mention of it, but I’m sure she must have heard me being spanked that night. Tick When the twins were born I slipped further into the role of baby, the birth of two babies weakening my bladder muscles to the point that some form of protection was required at all times to guard against the leaks I experienced when laughing or sneezing or even just having a sudden accident without warning. Lily was a tremendous help with Hannah and Grace, stepping in to change diapers and feed one of the babies while I or Daddy handled the other. Lily had never brought up my playing baby since she stumbled upon me that one and only time, but she casually suggested I go play while she took care of the babies one afternoon, and we both knew what she meant. Daddy agreed that Lily was right and would be more than capable of watching her sisters for a little bit while I went and played, and the shame of being told by my eight year old daughter to go play baby, reinforced by Daddy’s agreement, as well as my noticing that my daytime protection was in need of changing was too much humiliation for me to handle and I scurried off to my nursery several shades of red darker. Tock As the girls got older, Lily took more of a maternal role around the house, caring for her sisters and surprising us by making dinners and preparing lunches, and my feelings of being a less than effective parent began to rise. Daddy would tease me by saying that I could let Lily step into the role of Mommy and focus on being his baby in a more permanent capacity. I knew he was joking, but it still stung, and my emotions boiled over one day when Lily took the initiative to get the twins down for their nap without involving me in her decision and I sent her to the very stool I found myself on now. When Daddy came home he was very unhappy with me, and made me apologize to Lily as if I were her peer rather than her guardian. When I refused, he arranged for the girls to stay the night with my mother and put me in my proper place with a series of spankings and a night in a messy diaper. Tick By the time the twins were in school, the dynamic of our family unit had already begun to shift into what it is today. Lily was the responsible, maternal young lady of the house, balancing her school and social life while also taking care of things around the house, her sisters looking up to her and obeying her commands more often than they did my own. I’d regularly send them to the naughty stool for disobeying me, only to have Lily undermine my authority the instant she discovered them in the corner. When I reminded her that I was her mother and that she needed to obey me, she smirked at me knowingly and mused that I must need a nap because of how cranky I was acting. The one and only time I ever spanked our children happened that day, though it wasn’t nearly as effective as I’d imagined it would be given my lack of experience as a disciplinarian. Lily didn’t cry or beg me to stop, she merely let me do what I set out to do and asked me if I was finished and if I felt better as she got off my lap and pulled her pants back up. Tock I hid in my nursery until Daddy came home, knowing he would side with Lily and show me what a real spanking looked like, I just prayed he wouldn’t do it in front of the girls and remove whatever sense of authority I still felt I had in the house. When he came home I heard Lily telling him what I’d done, the whole thing sounding like a babysitter explaining to a returning parent that their brat of a child had misbehaved and needed to be dealt with properly. I wished I’d gone to our bedroom instead of the nursery, being surrounded by the trappings of my secret life made me feel safe and secure but also cast a harsh light on what I truly was at heart, a big baby in need of Daddy’s firm hand. Tick He never came into the nursery that night, he talked with Lily for a long while, the smell of her cooking coming in to where I sat in my sodden diaper making my stomach growl with hunger. I texted him to ask him if he was mad at me, and he didn’t respond. I changed myself into a dry diaper and grabbed a bottle of juice and a jar of baby food from the small fridge we’d placed in the nursery and fed myself and got myself ready for bed, sullenly sucking my pacifier as I lay in my crib listening to Daddy and the girls laughing and watching television. When the house was finally quiet, the girls tucked in for the night and him in our bedroom, I texted him again to ask if he was mad at me, and he replied with four simple words that shattered my world, “Go to sleep, baby.”. Tock Lily’s smiling face greeted me as I woke up the next morning in my crib, my overnight diaper swollen and discolored from my shameful bed wetting habit that had only gotten worse over the years. I scrambled to cover myself, demanding to know how she’d gotten in, knowing I’d locked the door when I’d come in there the day before. She held up a small key, a mirror to the one that I had, the one that was still on the small table by the door, and I knew before she even said it that Daddy had given it to her. She told me that Daddy had asked her to check on me because he’d been called away on business for the week and needed to leave first thing in the morning. I felt betrayed and belittled and abandoned in addition to hopelessly humiliated as my daughter lowered the side of my crib and commented on how wet my diaper was after giving the swollen core of it a few teasing prods. Tick Having your teenage daughter, at the behest of your husband, enter your safe space, your fortress of fetish solitude and establish herself as an authority figure akin to a babysitter is emotionally devastating to say the least. Reeling from everything that was happening and struggling to deal with my emotions, I cried as she stood there watching me. I didn’t cry like I’d had a bad day at work or like I’d hurt myself, I bawled like the overgrown infant I was dressed as, the kind of ugly crying that taps into a primal place within that is raw emotion devoid of thought and concern for anyone that may be present’s perception of you. I had an emotional meltdown in front of my teenage daughter, and she did what a good mother would do, she gave me my pacifier and hugged me until I calmed down. Tock Lily agreed to let me change myself and left me to do so, reminding me to get dressed before I came downstairs for breakfast. The insinuation that I would somehow forget to get dressed or worse that I was too much of a baby to do so without a reminder brought fresh tears of shame, but I did as I was told and joined my daughters in the kitchen for breakfast. Hannah and Grace giggled at my pigtails when I entered the kitchen, making me wonder whether they also knew what was going on or if they were just giggling because I had pigtails. Lily shook her head and smirked as if she knew I’d mess up the simple task she’d given me and calmly told her sisters to quiet down, which they immediately did. Sitting there at the breakfast table watching Lily bustle around the kitchen as she expertly prepared breakfast made me feel so small and inadequate as the twins whispered and giggled across from me, making me paranoid that I’d forgotten something else that I wasn’t aware of yet. Tick As Hannah and Grace ate their breakfast, I sat staring at my own plate and then at Lily as she took a bite of her eggs and smiled at me, urging me to eat before it got cold. I blushed as I realized I’d been marveling at how much of a woman she was, even at fifteen, she was far more buxom than I was at her age, and dangerously close to outpacing me even at my current age. I quietly ate my breakfast, mumbling a goodbye to the twins as they dutifully cleared their plates and hurried out the door for school, my rush causing a partial mouthful of eggs to tumble from my mouth onto the table where I blushed hotly as Lily chastised me and cleaned up my mess. Tock Lily left for school a short time later, handing me a list of chores to do while she was gone. Nothing on the list was major or even difficult, but the feeling of being told to do chores by my teenage daughter made me grit my teeth and silently nod, my anger threatening to boil over when she kissed my forehead and told me to “be a good girl” while she was gone. Once the door closed behind her I was on the phone to Daddy, leaving him a very angry voicemail message when he failed to answer my call. Seven more calls were made that day, each one progressively more whiny and bratty until the final one, the one I made after finishing the last of my chores where I begged him to call me back and sobbingly apologized for everything that had happened, promising to be a good girl from then on so long as he just talked to me. Tick When Lily got home from school she made me aware that the twins were staying over at a friend’s house and she and I would have the house to ourselves. I’d calmed down since my last call to Daddy, and was actually a little relieved to have some time alone with her, hopeful that we could talk and straighten things out between us. Those hopes were dashed away when her phone began to ring and she answered it with “Hi, Daddy!”. Tock She listened to him for a moment and then accepted his video call request and set her phone down on the table so he could see both of us and we could see him, and the look on his face sent a cold chill down my spine and right into my diaper, Daddy was very angry with me and nothing he had to say to both Lily and I at once could be good for me. He explained that he’d be back home a week from then, and asked Lily to watch over things while he was gone to which she dutifully agreed. He looked to me and sighed before explaining that Lily was in charge and if he got a bad report from her when he returned I’d be in big trouble. Tick When the call with Daddy ended we sat in silence for a long while before Lily turned on the couch to face me and finally spoke to ask me how she should take care of me. I was still in such shock at the news that I’d been placed under the care of my own daughter that I sat silently, unable to even form a coherent thought. She pressed on with her line of questioning, asking about diapers and how often I needed to be changed, what my schedule was for naps and feedings, she kept on going, question after question until I finally snapped and shouted at her to shut up and leave me alone. Tock Any notion I had about there being a mistake on Daddy’s part for putting Lily in charge evaporated when she pulled me across her lap and yanked down my pants and pullup diaper to administer a spanking that rivaled the one’s Daddy gave for attitude adjusting. Within moments I was sobbing and begging her to stop, when she didn’t I flailed and thrashed futilely on her lap until she’d finished and stood me up beside her, my pants and pullup diaper around my ankles as I blubbered and bawled, the sting of her spanking radiating across my entire ass. Tick She commanded me to suck my thumb to quiet myself, and I did so without hesitation, watching as she rose to her feet and took my other hand to lead me to my nursery, my gait awkward and clumsy, not unlike a toddler, as I tried to walk with my pants and pullup around my ankles. She unlocked the door to my nursery and led me inside, guiding me to the corner where she had me face the wall as she took pictures of my red bottom which she sent on to Daddy to show him that she was well and truly in control. She held her phone up for me to see when it chirped to signal his reply, instructions for her that I was to be sent to bed immediately, and instructions for me to have Lily give me one of the punishment bottles from the fridge before bed. Tock We both obeyed Daddy that night, Lily getting me into one of my overnight diapers and my jammies, the shame of that alone enough to leave me almost catatonic, but then I had to show her where the punishment bottles were, banishing the thought of lying and taking a regular bottle instead, and nursing it sullenly as she pulled up the side of the crib and turned on the mobile and nightlight before locking me in for the night. She probably guessed what the punishment bottle would do, but I knew, and the idea of having my daughter change my messy diaper in the morning was too much for me to handle and I quickly finished the bottle and cried myself to sleep as the cramps in my stomach began to build. Tick After Daddy came back home Lily maintained her alpha status in the house, becoming more active in the raising of her sisters and ensuring that I never forgot that she could reenact the spanking she’d given me whenever she felt like it. Daddy made it clear when he came home that my behavior was completely unacceptable, and made me not only thank Lily for taking care of me, but also apologize to her for being a brat, cementing my role as her lesser for the rest of the time she lived with us. Tock Hannah and Grace picked up on the shift of power in the house pretty quickly, and went to Lily for everything they should’ve come to me for, permission slip signing, help with homework, even talking about boys went through her first and was brought to me almost as an afterthought if the whim struck Lily. My wetting started to get worse, my continence diminishing almost to the point of nonexistence requiring actual diapers during the day rather than the more discreet pullups I’d grown accustomed to. Daddy reassured me that it would be okay, that no one would make fun of me, making me sound like the baby I was gradually becoming rather than the grown woman I was. Tick When Lily got her driver’s license I lost the last vestige of independence I had. She insisted that she drive whenever we needed to go out, and if we were alone together she’d make comments about getting me a carseat as she looked at me in the rearview mirror. If the rest of the family was in the car I’d be between Hannah and Grace in the back, ignored as they chatted about things together and Lily and Daddy talked in the front seat. It was on one of these family drives that my emotions boiled over, Hannah and Grace started a game of tag and I kept asking them to stop and they ignored me and as they began to get more rapid in their attempts to tag each other I got slapped across the face by accident and launched into a tirade that seemed perfectly acceptable to me, but was deemed a tantrum by Lily and Daddy. Tock Lily had pulled the car over and Daddy had turned in his seat to look at me with his stern gaze. Lily put her hand on his shoulder and told him the time, positing that I was cranky because it was past my bedtime. Hannah and Grace giggled wildly as Lily asked one of them to grab a bottle from the diaper bag behind their seat and give it to me, which Hannah did eagerly. As the car pulled back onto the road I closed my eyes and nursed my bottle trying to block out the sounds of my younger daughters giggling and being thankful that Lily told them to stop teasing me. The combination of the drive and the bottle put me to sleep pretty quickly, and when I woke up Lily was unbuckling my seatbelt for me and pushing my pacifier into my mouth as she helped me out of the car, slinging the diaper bag over her shoulder as she closed the door and booped the alarm and took my hand to lead me into the house behind Daddy and the twins. Tick Lily insisted I say goodnight to everyone before she put me to bed, and I sleepily complied, my speech garbled by the pacifier, hugging Hannah and Grace first and then Daddy before Lily took my hand again and led me to the nursery. Slipping in and out of sleep, I vaguely remember her changing me and getting me into my jammies and then there’s a foggy memory of Daddy and the twins looking into the crib at me, but I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just a dream. The confirmation of the realness of it became apparent the following morning when Lily put on a clinic for Hannah and Grace on how to change a diaper, silencing my whines and protests with a pacifier and the threat of a spanking as she carried out the task at hand in excruciating detail, leaving me exposed and humiliated for nearly a half hour until I began to pee without warning onto the waiting diaper beneath me which Lily quickly pulled up in time to avoid a mess as I mewled helplessly and suckled my only source of peace. Tock A family meeting later that day confirmed that I was indeed the baby of the family now, seated on Lily’s lap in a pastel purple babydoll dress that Hannah and Grace had picked out for me, my normal daytime diaper replaced with one of the thicker and more infantile patterned overnight diapers, almost totally on display beneath the short hem of the dress, the sounds of my diaper crinkling as Lily softly bounced me while I suckled my pacifier listening as Daddy asked who the head of the house was, to which everyone answered that he was. He then asked who the second in command was, to which Hannah and Grace immediately answered Lily while I simply pointed at myself causing everyone to have a good chuckle and for Lily to kiss the top of my head. Finally, Daddy asked who the least powerful person in the house was, which brought a unanimous chorus of my name from my daughters. Tick By the time the party that conceived our fourth daughter came around I wasn’t sure that Daddy and I were still married or if I’d just dreamed that life. My routine at that point consisted of little more than feedings, diaper changes, playtime, baths, naps and bedtime, most carried out by Lily or Daddy, but the twins occasionally handled one or more of those things when “the grownups” were busy. My need to wear diapers at that point kept Daddy from having actual sex with me, opting instead to bring me to climax in my diaper with rubbing or allowing me to hump his thigh as I sat on his lap. He’d let me blow him, of course, but it was turned into less of a sex thing and more of a power thing with him instructing me on how I should suck his cock like I was too simple to do something with a dick that I spent most of the day doing with a pacifier or bottle at that point. Tock The party was a demonstration on how far I’d fallen from the role of an adult, the small amount of wine I’d been allowed to have made me so drunk that I ditched my shoes at some point and stumbled into the kitchen where I squatted down and filled my diaper before continuing to stumble around sucking my thumb and calling out “Mommy” as I looked for Lily to change me. Hannah had recorded the event on her phone for posterity, and Lily apologized to our guests as she led me off to the nursery for a much needed diaper change and an early bedtime. I woke up some time later to Daddy thrusting himself into me, finishing just as I started to wake up and clear my head enough to try and be sexy for him only for him fix my diaper and put my pacifier back into my mouth before he left the room. Tick Daddy had gotten a stroller custom made for me the Summer before, as well as a proper carseat which sat directly between Hannah and Grace’s spots in the backseat making family outings much more degrading for me. With the twins growing like weeds, I was now the smallest person in the family by at least a full foot and found that Lily was now able to carry me without much trouble for short distances like to and from the car. The notion that I had ever been the mother of these girls began to fade a little bit every day, slips of calling Lily “Mommy” becoming more and more common, first when I was overly tired, but gradually happening more and more during my waking hours. I started to see the twins as my big sisters, thanking them without prompting from Lily or Daddy when they played with me or gave me a bottle or pacifier. Over time I stopped being ashamed of the fact that the outfits Lily picked out for me often allowed my diapers to peek out beneath hems of dresses or bulge considerably beneath shortalls, the snaps at the crotch straining to contain what regularly became overnight diapers given my total lack of bladder control at that point. I was a baby, and my family loved and cared for me, and so long as I had a clean and dry diaper and a full tummy, I was happy. Tock I was about five months pregnant when Daddy and Lily announced that we’d be taking a trip to Disney World as a last family togetherness thing before the baby came and Lily graduated and went away to college. Still in my pajamas, I sleepily clung to Lily as she carried me out to the car and buckled me into my carseat before swapping my pacifier for a bottle of warm milk to lull me back to sleep, working like a charm as my eyes drooped and sleep overtook me before the car was even finished being loaded. I woke up some time later and giggled as everyone greeted me, Hannah giving me a bottle of juice which she held for me as she softly stroked my hair. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep or how far we’d driven, and I didn’t really need to know, Daddy knew what he was doing and would get us to Disney World before I knew it. Tick At the next rest area we stopped for everyone to stretch their legs and for Lily to get me changed out of my pajamas and soaked diaper and into something appropriate for the day. She talked to me as she undressed me, not expecting me to talk back, and made quick work of changing my diaper on the backseat before pulling a shirt over my head and guiding my arms into the proper holes. She asked me if I knew what my shirt said, and my upside down reading skills being woefully underused, I stared at the words and shook my head before she traced her finger over each word as she read them to me, “Mommy’s Little Princess” she said before kissing the tip of my nose and picking me up. My mind worked to try and untangle the mess of jumbled timelines and perceptions of reality that had been confusing me, the memories of being Lily’s mother being pushed to the dark corners of forgetfulness and replaced with memories of her taking care of me and being every bit the Mommy that my shirt identified her as. I hugged her and gurgled something incoherent through my pacifier, my mind wanting her to be aware that I loved her and was grateful to have such a loving Mommy, all I accomplished was a hug back and a soft pat on my exposed diapered bottom before she put me back into my carseat. Tock The trip to Disney World severed the remaining beliefs I had about my former life, memories of marrying Daddy and giving birth to the girls became a lovely story I could be told as I drifted off to sleep in my crib, my daily reality was inescapable and no one expected me to be anything more than the baby of the family, and the routine of being treated as a baby made any fight I could’ve had at that point evaporate entirely. I unconsciously fell backward to my simplest and most infantile state after that rest stop diaper change, and by the time we got to the park and I was wheeled around in my stroller I was nothing more than another baby to the rest of the family, and a mentally deficient pregnant woman to whomever might’ve cared to give me a second glance. Everyone made a point to get my attention when silly or amazing things came into view, and I was happy and loved and nothing else mattered to me beyond that. Tick We got two rooms at the young child oriented hotel, one for the twins and I, and one for Mommy and Daddy. The twins called their beds as we entered our room, and Mommy bounced me in her arms as she pointed out the crib that had been set up for me as she got me changed and ready for my afternoon nap. She talked to the twins as she got me ready, giving them instructions for where my supplies were and what to do in case of various things, reminding them that she and Daddy were in the next room and wouldn’t tolerate any shenanigans just because they had their own room. Both girls gave her a very polite “yes ma’am” to which she nodded approvingly before putting me down into the crib for a nap. Tock Grace woke me up later that afternoon and helped me out of the crib and into the bathroom where she bathed me while Hannah got my outfit together for our trip back to the park. Between the two of them, they took excellent care of me and surprised Mommy and Daddy by dressing me in my Tinkerbell sundress, my hair in little pigtails and my pacifier clipped to the front of my dress. Mommy and Daddy fawned over how adorable I was and praised the girls for being so helpful and responsible while Daddy hoisted me up into his arms and carried me through the hotel and down to the car. Tick After we got back home, Daddy took me to his room and sat down with me on his lap and asked me if I was happy. I’d just woken up from the car ride home, so I was less inclined to be anything but my most little and simply nodded as I sucked my pacifier. He asked me if I’d decided to stay a baby permanently, and the question confused me because I hadn’t considered the possibility that there was an out for me in this scenario, I just assumed that I’d become the baby of the family and nothing could change that at this point. I started to think about it and became distracted by a rumble in my tummy, pushing it out into my diaper without a second thought, my concentration on the act causing me to forget what he’d asked me, but after a long moment of me staring at him blankly he smiled and hugged me and told me that he’d always take care of me no matter what. I hugged him back and giggled as he gave my lumpy seat a pat and carried me to my nursery for a much needed diaper change. Tock By the time Zoe was born I’d undergone my final transformations into my second infancy, the constant use of bottles and pacifiers had damaged my teeth to the point that it was decided I’d have them all pulled, replacing them with dentures if I needed teeth for whatever reason but leaving me with the mouth of a newborn otherwise. My lack of mobility, crawling or scooting when moving on my own and being carried by Mommy or Daddy otherwise had left my legs weakened to the point that if I did walk on my own it was through holding onto furniture or someone’s hand, otherwise I’d simply crawl or be carried. The birth was terrifying as I had no clue what was happening to me, all I knew was that I was in tremendous pain and Daddy just kept encouraging me to push. My own wails of pain and confusion mirrored Zoe’s almost perfectly as they took her to be cleaned up and Daddy kissed my forehead and left me sucking my thumb as he went to take the baby from the nurses and stood there at the other end of the room with Mommy fawning over the new baby of the family. Tick If time is cyclical, I entered my terrible two’s for the second time in my life after Zoe was born. I wasn’t the baby anymore, and everyone gushed over Zoe every time she did anything. I started acting up to get attention, coloring on the walls, making messes by putting my hands in my diaper, throwing tantrums any and everywhere I could, the usual brat behavior that one sees in a jealous sibling when a new baby arrives. I spent most of my days on the naughty stool for one reason or another, my bottom a nearly constant pink to red from all the spankings I earned, not just from Mommy or Daddy anymore, but from Hannah and Grace as well. Tock When Mommy left for college I was inconsolable for days, feeling abandoned as Hannah and Grace took over the parental role she’d left behind and failed to match her level of maternal love and care in every way possible, much to my dismay. It wasn’t their fault, they were just built differently than Mommy, they were great over an afternoon or evening when Mommy and Daddy weren’t home, but long term they just didn’t have the passion for caring for not one but two babies, and finally Daddy stepped in and got me set up for regular appointments with a therapist to work through my mental regression and build me back up into the woman he’d married. Tick Seven years of weekly visits to the therapist brought me back to a healthy balance once again. I wore my dentures everyday, helped out around the house when and where I could, and portioned my little time out with Daddy for alternating weekends to maintain a routine that was comfortable and manageable for all of us. The incontinence remained, though I could mostly avoid messy accidents if I was able to get to a bathroom within ten or so minutes of the first feelings of a bowel movement arising. The therapy sessions helped our marriage as well, bringing my long dormant sexuality back to the table when I eventually moved out of the nursery and back into the master bedroom with Daddy who had gotten a vasectomy shortly after Zoe was born to ensure no further surprises came our way. Tock You’re probably wondering why I’m on the naughty stool today if I’d bounced back to my normal status in the house, well that’s kind of a funny story. See, the girls were out with Daddy buying supplies for Lily’s visit with her husband and our new grandson, and I decided I’d rather not go to the store with them and instead indulged in my nostalgia a little bit, thinking back fondly to that day at the rest stop when Lily confirmed that she thought of herself as my Mommy just as much as I thought of her that way. I changed into one of my overnight diapers and fixed myself a bottle of juice and plopped down on the living room floor for some cartoons. Not five minutes after I consciously messed my diaper and giggled as I sat back down, the lock turned and the front door opened and Daddy and the girls stood staring at me. If life were a television show that would’ve been the moment where Daddy looked at the camera and said something like “Not again!” and the canned laughter would play as we all froze in place. See, funny story. Tick Lily was due to arrive when the clock chimed, which coincided with my punishment being done, and the stink of my diaper made the time crawl by slow enough for me to relive my entire adult life up to that point as I stared at what remained of the tiny thing I’d written in crayon one day when I was on this very stool for throwing a tantrum at having to wait my turn for bath time because baby Zoe was going first. It was a simple backwards letter C, but I knew it had been part of “Daddy is a poop” and it made me smile as the clock tocked one final time before the sweet sound of freedom rang out. Bong Bong Bong Lily arrived as I was scurrying upstairs to change, and she followed me up, giving my droopy diaper a few playful swats as we climbed. She fell right back into her role as Mommy and set to changing my diaper as we made small talk. When I was in a fresh diaper she sat me up and hugged me and I hugged her back, feeling so warm and happy to have her back home even if it was just for the weekend. She rubbed my back softly and pulled me from her before kissing my forehead. “I know you’re not a baby anymore,” she said softly as she undid the ties that held my hair in pigtails and redid my hair into a more appropriate loose ponytail, “but, I was thinking that it might be nice if you let me get you ready for bed tonight.” she told me. I blushed. “I’d like that.” I told her, smiling up at her lovingly. She picked me up and hugged me again, patting my crinkly bottom softly. “You can nurse from Mommy before bed if you like, baby.”. she whispered into my ear. A pleasant tingle ran through my body and brought me back to that day at the rest stop as I nodded. “I love you, Mommy.” I whispered. Our hug tightened before she set me down on my feet and booped my nose. “Mommy loves you too, baby.” she said before she left me to get dressed, an ear to ear smile on my face at the thought of the special bedtime treat that awaited me. The End

"At the sound of the tone, it will be Eight in the morning on Tuesday the Ninth, Twenty Thirty Three." "Thanks, Google." Takara Akiyama sighed, crossing her legs as she sat in the driver's seat of her car. Despite being behind the wheel, she wasn't the one in control. No, her self driving Lexus drove in a pack of other autonomous vehicles, all traveling the same rate of speed as they quietly traversed the streets of Tokyo. Even though each light she went though was green, all synchronized to facilitate a better flow of traffic, the forty one year old Prosecutor wasn't exactly pleased as the minutes ticked by. Her bladder was uncomfortably close to bursting and she didn't even realize it until she was halfway to her daughter's daycare. Merely sitting in her leather seat was agitating things, putting undue pressure on her abdomen, which she realized was bulging a little. As she sat there, tired from waking up early due to her daughter's cries and shifting uncomfortably in her seat because she had forgotten to use the toilet before showering, she simply wished that she had more time. Being a mother was bittersweet for Takara since she truly loved her daughter, but despised all the added demands and stress that a working mother had to deal with. Sure, her husband was a great father and did his best, always letting her relax when she got home with a home cooked meal waiting for her and Emi. However, he had to leave earlier than her in the mornings, leaving her to take care of Emi and get her to daycare while she drove to work. How she longed for how things used to be when she was a teenager with her future husband. Back then, if you were running late, you could take advantage of hitting all the lights green by speeding up and passing all the others in their dust, but no, she just had to sit there and enjoy her commute patiently like everyone else. At the very least, she wasn't trapped on the subway like some of her girlfriends. This was the trade off in a world where practically everything was digitally dictated and all the machines did the work; flawless efficiency was mandated. The freedom to merely hit the gas pedal, or in this case the accelerator, was gone. The car drove uniformly with all the others, obeying the speed limit. Ultimately, there was no real excuse for being late. Only a human error was to blame if you were running late and Takara knew that it was her fault. Even though she was still trying to meet the hectic demands brought on by raising a baby, she knew her bosses weren't going to be pleased with her when she arrived late to work again for the third time that month. She sat there squirming in place, hands on the sides of her tiny tummy. “Momma!" A cute voice called from the carseat in the back of her car. "Yes, Emi?" The brownish haired woman looked back at her bundle of joy. "I go poopeh!" Announced the sixteen month old as she slapped a rattle against her soiled diaper. "Of course you did." The middle aged mother sighed once more as a bizarre pang of jealousy hit the professional woman. For a brief moment, she was actually envious of her baby for being able to just use the bathroom wherever she wanted. Takara shook that thought away and was glad for the distraction her daughter gave her. She had been bouncing her leg while occasionally tapping her foot. Basically, doing anything other than thinking about the growing feeling of urgency inside of her midsection. Takara smiled at her daughter and considered giving her daughter a diaper change to not only pass the time, but to clean up her little one. She could easily change her daughter's diaper, the fact that she didn’t have to drive afforded her the ability to just spin her chair around and tend to her daughter. But the prosecutor ultimately decided on letting the daycare change her baby girl. After all, she didn't want to take the risk of getting talcum powder on her immaculate black business dress suit. However, Takara couldn't help but fear that talcum powder was going to be the least of her worries as her wriggling and shuddering only grew more frequent. 'What if I pee myself before we get to the daycare?!' She was perched right on the edge of her seat, scared she might cough or sneeze and completely lose control, spraying her piss wildly all over the luxury sedan's driver's seat. A lone cry from the back of the car pulled her away from her growing anxiety. "Don't worry, sweetie." Takara spoke softly, but urgently. A sudden sense of relief washed over the worried woman when she noticed her GPS. "We're just about to arrive at Daycare!" Takara felt like the weight was being lifted right off of her shoulders. She could use the restroom at the daycare after dropping her daughter off for the day. 'Oh, thank goodness!' The sea of of monochromatic vehicles parted, their internal systems communicating to one and another that Mrs. Akiyama's silver Lexus demanded priority to change lanes and park. As the self driving car pulled up to the curb, parking in between two other vehicles, the parking meter scanned her license plate, digitally subtracting the parking fee for ten minutes as she had programmed her account to do. "Upsie daisy!" Mrs. Akiyama cooed as she scooped up her daughter and placed her on her hip. The middle aged mother carried her daughter into a brightly painted, pastel colored storefront, the doors opening automatically while a neon sign brightly announced to the average passerby that this business was the "Sunshine Semi-Automated Daycare" facility. Where as most of Japanese society had blazed forward, staring fearlessly into an increasingly autonomous future, the daycare industry lagged behind, and rightly so. Unlike all other facets of modern life, society was still fearful about letting cold, calculating machines handle and care for the next generation of life. However, cracks were starting to appear in this cultural reluctance thanks to mothers like Takara Akiyama, who were willing to place their children into such high tech facilities. While the middle aged mom could brag to her friends that she was a hip and trendy mother, she ultimately chose this daycare because it was fairly cheap, even for an expensive nation such as Japan. But even she wasn't so petty as to put her baby's life in danger just to save a few thousand yen. The prosecutor demanded a demonstration after meeting with the owner of the facility. Her numerous concerns were put to rest when she watched the automated system change and clean another baby. The icing on the preverbaily cake was when she saw that the babysitting portion was still done by teenage girls. With this knowledge, Takara felt no guilt in placing her baby girl into such a daycare. "Hello?" Takara called out to an empty lobby. She glanced around the sleek yet comfortable waiting area and noticed that the public bathroom door was still locked, an obvious padlock still sealing the room shut, keeping her from the porcelain throne she sought desperately to mount. The professional with a baby in her arms walked up to an oval brown wooden desk that had a few small plants situated atop of it. The workstation below was vacant, only an empty chair sat in front of a flat screen computer monitor greeted her. It seemed that the usual receptionist was most likely in the back. This was fairly normal since she was almost always the first one to drop off her daughter, Emi. However, she normally wasn't about to piss her pants while dropping off her baby. "Hey!" Takara yelled, banging on thelittle bell that sat by the plants. "I need someone to unlock the bathroom!" She squeezed her knees together as she stood in front of the desk, waiting for someone, anyone to help her. She didn't know if she could make it that much longer while she struggled not to clutch her pelvis with her free hand. Takara was already rocking back and forth a little when she felt a little pee escape into her pristine black panties. "Ohhpp!" She uttered out loud, blushing tremendously. Growing extremely desperate, the middle aged mother waddled over to the baby drop off slat in the wall. The cold, stainless steel panel on the wall could be opened by a handlebar and in went your child. However, Takara wasn't going to use the slot for its intended purpose. She sat her daughter onto the tiled floor, not wanting to frighten her baby by the ensuing shouting she was about to perform. With baby Emi happily sat on her mushy tushy, Takara pulled back the door of the delivery shoot. "Somebody better get out here and open this door right now!" Takara yelled at the top of her lungs into the dark, metal corridor. A pair of newly graduated college girls were busy cleaning up the daycare since they had forgotten to turn on the cleaning bot yesterday evening. Upon hearing Takara's long shouting, they paused their cleaning and looked towards the front of the daycare. "Did you hear that?" A fresh faced girl with a neon pink streak through her hair asked her coworker. "Yeah, someone sounds pissed off." Her coworker replied. "You think the machine is acting up or something?" The woman with the trendy hair stated with worry in her voice. "Yuki, you worry way too much. Obviously, you forgot to turn on the machine and some mom is upset. I'll just turn it on and everything will sort itself out." "Yeah, you're right, Aoi. I forgot to turn on the machine." Yuki blushed. "Yep, that's why I'm the assistant manager. I have critical thinking skills." Aoi smiled and walked over to the wall, pressing a button which turned on the machine. "See, problem solv-" A loud, shocked scream came echoing down the daycare, interrupting Aoi's boasting. Unbeknownst to the two college girls, Takara shouting wasn't about the machine being off. Thanks to the two lazy girls, the professional had thoroughly pissed her sleek business skirt, her nylons and panties too were absolutely soaked. The pissed off prosecutor leaned her body into the delivery slot, ensuring that everyone inside this damned daycare would hear her rage. However, the fully operational machine sensed weight on the delivery slot Takara was leaning on and was quick to spring into action. In her angered state, Takara had forgotten about the automated diapering and dressing system that the daycare utilized. Before she knew what was happening a set of gloved hands had grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her from the lobby and into the machine! "What are you doing?!" The middle aged mother shrieked in surprise. Takara wiggled and jiggled her body, kicking her feet wildly as she was all but dragged onto the rubber surface of the conveyor belt. *Wet Fussy Baby Detected!* A computerized voice declared which only made the soaking wet prosecutor all the more enraged. "I'm not a baby, you oversized washing machine!" Takara screamed. *Initiating Scan* "Good." The prosecutor sighed as a red laser went up and down her body. "Happy? Told you that I wasn't a-" *Baby's Physical Profile Not In Database* "Of course I'm not in your database as a baby you stupid tin can! I'm the mother!" *Creating New Profile. Mother, Please Speak The Name Of Your Baby* "I told you that I'm not a baby! I'm Takara Akiyama, mother of-" *Baby Takara Akiyama, Older Sister Of Emi Akiyama* "No! No! Noooo!" Takara whined. "I'm not the older sister of my daughter!" *Takara Akiyama Young Sister To Emi Akiyama Confirmed?* "You've got to be kidding me!" Takara barked at the machine's question. "Emi is sixteen months old! I'm forty one for crying out loud!" *41 Months Old Is Takara Akiyama's Age, Correct?* This line of questioning was really starting to get on Takara's nerves. She was sitting in her own piss soaked clothing, restrained by robotic hands while a computer as smart as her cell phone was picking and choosing which words to listen to. "Takara Akiyama is not forty one months old!" The middle aged mother decided to talk about herself in the third person since this thing was obviously listening to her as if she was her own mother. *Confirmed! Takara Akiyama Is Forty One Weeks Old!* "Look!" Takara sighed. "Takara Akiyama is forty one YEARS old. Understood?" *Error! Only Children Five Years And Younger Can Be Received!* "Finally!" Takara felt like she was starting to get somewhere with this contraption. *Takara Akiyama Is Not Older Sister To Emi Akiyama. Takara Akiyama Is Not Forty One Months old.* Takara was starting to relax as the computer was in the process of vocalizing its thought process. That was until she heard the computer come up with its final assessment. *Takara Akiyama Is Forty One Weeks Old Or Ten Months Old If Prefered For Her File* "I am going to sue you if you don't get me out of here right this second!" The middle aged prosecutor threatened, trying to sound as menacing as possible for a grown woman who was covered in her own piss. *Get Baby Takara Akiyama Out of Her Wet Clothes!* Suddenly a new set of mechanical arms swiftly came out from the sides of the belt and started taking off her black blazer. As Takara thrashed about, the hand went to work unbuttoning her brilliant black blouse, exposing her racy, silk bra. The middle aged mother couldn't believe that the machine was undressing her, and for anyone to see! She crossed her legs, trying to stop the hands from yanking down her sodden skirt and panties. Her curling toes could only do so much as her professional heels were removed, leaving her in just nylon as her skirt was quickly yanked down her bouncing legs! In no time flat, the flustered professional was stripped down to nothing. Takara knew that this wasn't what was supposed to be happening! She was an adult! Not some baby that this machine could strip and- *Initiating Bath Protocol!* "No!" Takara cried out. "I don't need a bath!" The arms lifted her off of the belt and gently sat her into a small wash basin full of soapy water. Takara could only imagine how pathetic she looked; a forty one year old woman, naked and in a tiny bathing tub meant for a one year old. The water was only six inches deep and barely even covered her ass. "Okay. I'm clean now! Takara sarcastically announced as she stood up from the tiny tub. "I'm leaving. Can you let me out of here?!" However, the machine had other ideas. She was roughly grabbed by her shoulders and forced into a fetal position. The horrified woman screamed as she was assaulted by an onslaught on personal hygiene products in half a foot of water. Hands came at the poor Asian woman from all sides, most holding rough-bristled brushes that mercilessly scrubbed every part of her body. While the brushes worked on her back and thighs, a particularly aggressive loofah paid particular attention to cleaning her piss covered vagina. Despite how horrible the situation was, Takara couldn't help moaning loudly as the loofah rubbed against her sensitive mound, occasionally breaching her tight lower lips as it was repeatedly ran across her pussy. Luckily for Takara, the loofah and it's brethren brushes retreated into the sides of the conveyor belt. The middle aged professional was baffled by how forceful the machinery treated her as she gazed at her sore, red skin. The bristles had literally left their mark on her poor porcelain skin. However, Takara didn't have long to lament on her banged up knees and scratched up skin as yet again, she was yanked up from the basin and laid back onto the belt. Within seconds several metallic arms popped out from the sides of the conveyor belt and started roughly drying her naked wet body with towels. *Baby Is Clean. Initiating Health Check Up!* The arms forced Takara to lay on her back and propped her legs up, exposing her shapely ass. The prosecutor could only frown by this development, not entirely sure what to expect. She vaguely recalled the machine weighing her daughter Emi when she watched the enrollment process be finalized. She also remembered that they took her baby's temperature by giving her a rectal- "No!" Takara cried out. "You're not going to shove that thing up my- Uugghh!" Without warning the thick invasive thermometer was firmly pushed into the middle aged mother’s back passage causing the woman to cry out as she was penetrated. The machine worked the thermometer until it was firmly in place, deep in her asshole. Takara would've never imagined that her day would turn into this! Here she was, with her ass in the air, on a conveyor belt, as a phallic like medical device was proudly sticking out of her ass like a flag pole! Finally, the gloved hand plucked the thermometer from her tight ass and held it up, pretending to read it. Takara had no way of knowing this, but the computer had already remotely read the results and cataloged them into its database thanks to a tiny chip which was built directly into each thermometer. The hand holding the thermometer up was merely for show. *Temperature Is Normal* "I swear that you're going to need a doctor when I'm done with this place!" *Engage Weighing!* Before she could hurl more threats at the machine, she felt her body leave the belt as it was dropped onto an ice cold Steel plate. The prosecutor involuntary shivered as the plate steadily began to sink slightly from the added weight. Takara instinctively wrapped her arms around her average breasts, shielding her naked form, trying to save even an ounce of her dignity as she sat butt naked on the cold metallic slab. A loud ding announced to her, and the machine, that the weighing was complete. Unbeknownst to Takara, an indicator on the side of the baby scale turned on, displaying her weight for anyone to see. *One hundred and twenty nine pounds, two ounces* *That's A Big Baby!* Takara didn't know whether to be insulted or hope that the machine had finally realized that she was too heavy to be a baby. After all, one hundred and twenty nine pounds was a perfect weight for a woman who was five foot six inches tall. *Baby Must Be Constipated! Initializing Enema Cleansing!* Takara felt her whole body shudder. She knew that there was only one thing that could possibly mean! The gloved hands hoisted her up by each one of her limbs and laid her back onto the belt. Takara looked up and immediately spotted her awaiting enema solution; A massive enema bag appeared, a fat tube ending in a buttplug dangled from the bag. Takara turned around and immediately tried to crawl away from the hand holding the end of the tube, but she didn't get far! The hands grabbed her and carried her over to where the enema was waiting. However, in the machine's haste to help heal the "baby's" upset stomach, it had dragged Takara back upside down! The middle aged woman watched in horror as the tip of the buttplug was forced into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but for some reason the enema solution was numbing her tongue! Takara had no way of knowing this, but all enemas that were administered to babies at the daycare were made from a specific blend that ensured their insides would not feel any pressure or pain. Takara could only moan and whine as she swallowed the solution. The numbing agent that was slowly being forced into her mouth flowed down her throat,causing her vocal cords to become numb. In literally minutes they were rendered numb, leaving the middle aged mother unable to communicate! Despite being pumped into her via the wrong hole, the poor woman was still getting filled up. Her stomach slowly expanding outwards as she tried to shout her protests from around the plug that was firmly lodged in her mouth. After several minutes of struggling, Takara resigned herself to her fate and leamed her head downwards, what greeted her eyes caused her to groan in surprise. Her tortured tummy, once skinny and slender now took on the shape of a nine month pregnant woman! Even though it was designed to be a gentle enema, it was also specially created to cleanse a constipated baby. As Takara gawked at her taut and round belly, the mixture was fast at work, quickly cleaning her stomach while the Asian woman whined and groaned behind her impromptu gag, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave of terrible cramps rocked her bulging belly. *Enema Fully Administered. Engage Diapering!* "Mmmpphhh!" With a yank of the hose, the middle aged mother had regained her mouth. She wasted no time resuming her verbal attack on the machine as she tried to rebel against her bonds. However, the hands easily manipulated her body, laying Takara down on top of an awaiting diaper. The prosecutor felt like her ass was sitting on a pillow, but she knew from what the computer said that it was an enlarged diaper. infantile garment was grabbed by the robotic hands and was pulled over her pussy. 'There's no way this will fit me!' Much to her surprise, the hands quit diapering her and lowered the diaper. "Finaawwy!" Takara yelled out before she clamped her mouth shut. She couldn't believe what bizarre sound had escaped her mouth. It sounded like baby babble! A loud crackle alerted Takara that something wasn't right. A forceful hiss was heard before a cold sensation enveloped her diaper area. The middle aged mother looked up in time to see that the hand was spraying her crotch with shaving cream as the canister it held blasted her crotch with a creamy foam. "Nooeee!" Takara whined as she was forced to watch the gloved hand run a four blade razor through her foam coated crotch. Pass after pass removed every hair that had once existed between her legs, leaving her smooth as a baby's bottom. A wet wipe was ran between her thighs, removing the excess foam and giving big baby Takara her first glance at her freshly shaven womanhood. "Ugghh! Dis no whike id!!!" It took only seconds but her overgrown forest of a bush was gone, replaced with pale skin. The hair that had been covering her pussy, her badge of womanhood, had been removed! Her crotch had been shaved bald! Takara was so upset with her shaving that she barely even noticed when the robotic hands taped her into her new adult sized pamper. Once she felt the bulk of her plastic underwear she cries renewed with vigor. And yet the machine ignored the tantrum throwing forty one year old baby as it pulled a yellow diaper cover over her pamper while it simultaneously dressed her in a pink and white shirt. The middle aged adult baby was so distraught by her new wardrobe that she failed to notice that the conveyor belt was nearing its end. Her wriggling and kicking only increased as did her babyish wails when she was dropped down into a slide which deposited her out into the daycare proper. She landed right in front of the two young women. Each girl looked at each other in disbelief, unsure of what to make of the adult baby who was twice their age. Takara stared at the two college aged daycare attendants, trying to clamp her asshole tight as it threatened to blast poop into the back of her pampers. Even though her diaper was covered by a yellow diaper cover, she didn't want to shame herself by pooping her pampers in front of two girls who were literally half her age. "Umm…" Yuki muttered, simply dumbfounded. A loud, muffled fart broke the awkward silence of the daycare as Takara pushed everything out into her awaiting disposable. The gushing torrent of enema fluid created a sickening muck that rapidly enveloped Takara's freshly shaved clit. "I don't think that the manual covers this."Aoi stated as sge watched the mother of one of her charges thoroughly pack her pampers. "No shit." Yuki replied. "WAAAHHHHH!!!" The once proud prosecutor cried out at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms and legs as she realized what she had just done. "I think we better change her." Yuki offered. "That's not in my job description." Aoi countered. "How about you do it?" "One. Two. Three. Not it!" Yuki announced. "Ugh, you bitch." Aoi sighed and sat down in front of the bawling mother. "Let Aoi change your diaper and maybe we can figure out how to fix this, okay?" Takara ceased her crying and gave the young woman a dirty look. Well, it may have been a dirty look, but her look definitely wasn't as dirty as her diaper…. The End! If you enjoyed this story than feel free to check out my Patreon for more stories about all manner of different diaper based things! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213