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wolfinsheepsclothing · November 3, 2020

hello everyone I hope everyone is well.

I am looking for a story about an older boy babysitting his sister and when he tries to get her to go to bed he persuades her by putting on a diaper so that she would as well. I think I have the beginning of it so I'll post that i think it was on deviant-art but i cannot find it, also I cannot remember the name, thank you in advance if you find it or even if you find something similar this has been bothering me for awhile now

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I'm Jason I’m 17 years old. I live with my mother Lily who has long brown hair, a beautiful face, large boobs and an amazing figure. Next is Emma my younger sister who is 12 she keeps her black hair in a ponytail she like mom has a beautiful face, however her figure is more athletic and toned than mum and me she has amazing legs and butt. Lastly there’s Jenny the youngest at four years old, shes as cute as a button, though she’s very assertive sometimes its very hard for me to say no to her. I'm currently in my last two weeks of school before summer break. It's Thursday; mom planned to go out for the evening so she asked me to watch over Jenny. Emma was out with her friends; as she is quite mature for her age and is also very good with karate. She has recently got her green belt and is already working towards the next belt. She's been very happy since she got the belt and has been giving me odd looks lately. She's so confident and pretty. Jenny and I get along really well but this was the first time I had to be with her by myself for an entire evening. We watched some TV and played a girl's video game for a while. I tickled her occasionally and gave her some big hugs. She loved the attention. Her bedtime came and went without me really paying attention. We had a good time. It was around nine o'clock that she became a little difficult. I figured immediately that she was tired so I ushered her to bed. I popped up from my spot on the floor in front of the TV with her and turned it off. She of course put up a huge fuss. "I want to play longer," she said and pouted. "We played for a long time, longer than mom or dad would let you. It's so late and you should be in bed," I tried to reason with her. "No no no no no no," she just started wailing. This kept going for some time. Her voice got louder. She drowned out my hushes. She got up and started stomping about the room. I had to get her under control and into bed. She was way too tired. I reached out for her hand and tried to lead her to the stairs "You're just sleepy. It's time for bed. We'll play more tomorrow," I offered up. She went stiff and resisted my lead so my patience wore out. I grabbed her wrist and tugged. This is when I noticed something I had not thought of before: she was a big girl. My mother and I are softer but our dad, was tall and strong, looks like it wasn't just Emma who got his genes Her chest and shoulders were only slightly smaller than mine. She pulled firmly against me and I struggled to move her. I may be two feet taller than her but she was a really strong kid. Her lower center of gravity worked to her advantage and I had no choice but to pick her up and carry her upstairs. She flailed and screamed. I was drained when I got her to her room. "You have to get ready for bed. You can't be awake when mom gets home or I'll be in trouble. If I get in trouble I won't be allowed to babysit you again." It was an idle threat but I hoped she enjoyed the time we spent together enough to cooperate. I put her on her on the edge of the bed and she calmed down. Mom had laid out Jenny's sleepwear on the bed. There was a pink cotton nightie with satin trim, a girl's disposable diaper covered in My Little Pony images, and fuchsia plastic pants with ruffles. Jenny was a bedwetter. I helped her out of her shorts, tank top and panties. She didn't fuss much. "Ok, now we have to put on your diaper," I said as I laid her back on the bed. She immediately sat back up and yelled at me. "I'm not a baby. I don't want to wear the diaper any more. No no no no no," she yelled out at me. I put down the diaper and tried to hug her but she pushed me away. "I'm sorry Jenny but you have to wear the diaper tonight. I'll get in trouble if you go to bed without your diaper. We can talk to Mom about it in the morning. Maybe you won't wear them next time," I said hoping to soothe her. "No no no," she said. She lowered her voice but still wasn't willing to cooperate. "You don't want to get in trouble then you do it." She started chanting: "You do it! You do it! You do it!" This went on for a very long time. I checked the clock. It was closing in on 10. Mom was due back at 11. I needed her dressed, in bed, and asleep by then. I can't believe that I cannot force this little girl into her diaper. I pondered my situation for a moment while her taunting continued and decided that I could put on the diaper now and take it off when I leave her room after she's in bed. "Ok, Ok, Ok! I'll do it too," I yelled back at her. She was silent immediately. "You will?" she asked. "Yes, but you will too. Ok?" I offered. She nodded. I picked up the girly diaper, turned around, and pulled down my shorts and boxers. With my back to her, I placed the diaper on the floor and sat on it. I laid back and pulled it over my penis and bals, laying it flush with my tummy. At this moment she ran over. "I wanna help!" she called out. Her little hands moved quickly to the fastening strips and attached the diaper to me. It fit. I didn't expect it to and I did not like the feeling of a diaper on me. It was humiliating. I could feel my cheeks warm up. This better work. She better be convinced to put on a diaper too. I got up and displayed the diaper to her. "See? Now you." I did a sweep of my arms and then motioned to her. "No. There's more. You have to wear the pants too. You always wear pants with a diaper," she said. She snatched up the plastic pants from the bed and held them by my feet. I went ahead and stepped into them and she raised them to my waist. She quickly moved around me to make sure the diaper was covered and spent a quick moment behind my back. I heard a click. "Now they won't fall off," she said with some pride. Like most kids she enjoyed helping. "Now will you put on a diaper like me?" I asked. She nodded and walked over to the closet. I heard her digging through a shelving unit in there. She returned with an identical diaper and another pair of plastic pants, these were white and had no ruffles. She didn't fuss at all as I instructed her to lie down on the diaper so I could secure it. I then pulled the white plastic pants over her diaper. "That's no so bad, is it?" I asked her. She nodded. I could see she was getting tired. "Now let's put on your nighty," I offered. "No!" she belted. "You do it too." What is she thinking? Is this a dress-up game to her? What was I thinking, wearing a diaper to coerce her into bed. I felt really stupid. "You have to wear your nightie. It's time for bed," I tried to reason with her. "You do it! You do it! You do it!" she chanted again. I checked the clock. We've been at this for over a half-hour. I have to get her into bed and get out of this diaper before Mom and Larry get home. She kept stomping around and taunting for several minutes. I don't have time for this. "Ok. Ok. Ok! We'll both put on nighties," I said. I was defeated by my four year old step-sister. "Yes!" she cheered. She snatched up the nightie, sat on the bed, and patted it where she wanted me to sit. I smiled and sat next to her. "Lift your arms," she commanded. I did and in a moment my head was wrapped in pink. She tugged on it a few times and it actually fell over my shoulders and down my body. I was wearing her nighty. I wasn't even a little tight in the chest or shoulders and flowed loosely over my stomach. She stood on the bed for a second and fussed with the collar at the back. "See look, I'm ready for bed. Will you get ready now too?" I asked. "Ok. That's my only nightie but I'll get some pajamas," she conceded. She went back to the shelf in the closet and came back with a pair of blue cotton shorts and a white tee, both covered in Dora the Explorer logos. They were not too different from what she was wearing earlier. "These are my normal pajamas," she said as she presented them to me. She continued as she pulled the clothes on. "Me and mommy, we went shopping today for that nightie and the rumba panties. She wanted me to wear it to bed, and I'm supposed to try it to see if I like it but I don't like it. I'm happy I'm wearing my old pants. Mommy bought the ones you're wearing because these ones come off while I'm sleeping sometimes," she told me. I felt like an idiot. Here I was dressed up in her girliest nightwear and diapers while she was about to put on a pair of shorts and a tee to go to bed. "Ok, get in bed," I told her and she obeyed. It was now about 10:45. Hopefully she passes out before 11. I'll be out of this embarrassing outfit in a sec. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and backed out of her room, flicking the light switch as I went and shutting her door behind me. Once I was in my own room, I heard the front door open. Quickly I shut my door to avoid detection. I do not want to be seen like this. Through my door I heard a man and a woman keeping their voices down in respect to the sleeping child. Hopefully Jenny's really sleeping. I turned my attention to the nightie I had on. It was fitting me well across my chest and shoulders so I couldn't just slip it over my head. I tried to reach behind my back to unfasten it. I went to my closet door mirror; it was floor-to-ceiling; so I could see myself. What a sight I made. I was wearing a short pink nightie with an empire waist. Its satiny hem stopped just below my hips. Its satiny collar was high and close to my neck. Its sleeves with satiny cuffs ended on my biceps. Below the hem, I could clearly see very bright and bold fuschia plastic panties. They were puffed out; it was obvious that a diaper was underneath. I could see the ruffles on the panties puffing out on the sides of the diaper. I could see no buttons or anything on the front of the dress so I turned my back to the mirror. Where is the clasp holding this on me? I fumbled with the back of the collar and found some buttons. I attempted to undo them but it didn't work. They were small and I couldn't find the eyelets with my fingertips. I searched above them to find a lock. A lock! What the hell is a lock doing on a little girl's nightie? I couldn't move the clasp with the lock in place. I couldn't remove the nightie! "Ok. Ok. Ok. Calm down. Calm the fuck down..." I whispered to myself. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I have to get this off. I lifted the hem and put my fingers on the rumba panties. They were secure. I tried to wedge my fingers between the material and my hips. I succeeded but something very hard in the panty cut off the circulation in my fingers. I could move the panty a bit but I couldn't pull it down. What the fuck?! Hold on. Jenny said that these were new plastic panties because the other ones kept falling off. These panties will not fall off? That's impossible. They're just vinyl with polyester ruffles and an elastic waist. Why won't they come off? I searched along the waistbandwith my fingertips and found the source of my problem: another lock! The footsteps paused, a door opened, and I heard some whispering. After a few moments, the footsteps resumed towards my door. I went back to work on the panties but they wouldn't budge and the lock had no give. I was locked into diapers, ruffled plastic pants, and a girl's nightie. What the fuck am I going to do about this? Locked... A key! Where's the goddamn key? Maybe Jenny knows. Jenny's asleep. Mom would know but there's no way I'm approaching mom in this outfit. This is when I heard the knock at my door and saw the doorknob begin to turn. "Jason? Hello? You in there?" It was Mom. "Mom! Don't come in! I'm..." I stumbled to the door and let my weight fall on it. I paused. "... not decent." "Just wanted to let you know that I’m home and I checked on Jenny. She's asleep. Did everything go all right tonight?" she said through the door as she stopped pushing. I laid against the door and sat on the floor, hearing my diaper crumple and my ruffles crinkle. They were the loudest noises ever, I was certain Mom would wonder what the noise was. OR worse, Mom would KNOW the sound of a diaper and ruffles. Please Mom, you didn't hear anything. "Yeah Mom, everything went great." I tried to be chipper. "We played games and she went to bed easy." "Mom, what's with her nightie and plastic pants?" I asked. Here comes the answer to my problems. Talk Mom. Tell me about the key. She took a moment. She took too long a moment but she finally answered. "She isn't wearing her nightie. I just checked on her and I could tell because she kicked off her blankets. What do you kow about her nightie?" she turned the question back on me. "We tried it on but she didn't want to wear it so I let her put on her old PJs," I answered. It wasn't entirely a lie seeing as *I* actually tried it on and I'm still wearing it. "The panties lock onto her, right?" I quickly asked. "They would if she was wearing them. Why isn't she wearing them?" she said in an annoyed tone. "I bought those specal for her to try out. I left them on her bed specifically for tonight. And she isn't wearing them." I had to think fast. "I just let her choose whatever night clothes she wanted to wear. I'm sorry, Mom," I answered. Hopefully she was satisfied. "That's too bad," she said back. "I was hoping I could start dressing her up a bit. She's so stubborn," she said. "Do you know what happened to her new nightie and panties?" Oh my god! She noticed the nightclothes were missing!!! "What do you mean?" I said back hoping she believed my tone of innocence. "Are they gone?" "Oh nevermind," she muttered. "They'll turn up. You have a good night." "Thanks Mom, you sleep well too," I said and breathed a sigh of relief. Whew! That was over with. Now back to getting these off.... THE KEY! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN KEY, WOMAN! Dammit, she didn't tell me about the key. I could call after her but she'd be concerned about my curiosity. Why would I be asking so many questions about Jenny's missing sleepwear? That wouldn't work. I'll have to figure this out myself. After some pondering, I decided that if Mom bought a locking nightie and plastic panty for Jenny she would not hide the key. She'd leave it out where she can get to it in the morning when she needed to get the diaper off Jenny. It's either in Jenny's room or in Mom's room and it's probably out in the open on a dresser or something. I will just have to check both rooms when everyone's asleep. And then there's Emma... I can't let her catch me. When will she be home? Either I will check after Mom and Larry fall asleep but before Emma gets home or I wait until Emma gets home and everyone's asleep. I will have to kill some time until Mom sleeps for the night. I turned off my lamp and hopped on to my computer to surf the web. The diaper was driving me crazy. I was getting an itch in my crotch and I couldn't reach it my dick was getting hard and the soft material of the nightie kept rubbing against my nipples and making them puff up and hard. The crinkling of the ruffles was humiliating and only made me more excited. I found myself looking at porn. Porn can get loud, with the moaning and slapping, so I put on my fullsize earphones. I didn't think about it at the time but they were noisecancelling. In the past, many times I've had someone walk into my room and tap me on the shoulder before I was aware of their presence. It took a few searches but I eventually found a site where men were forced into diapers by younger girls and humiliated. I was getting really excited however I couldn't reach my dick. I was frustrated so I just rubbed the front of the diaper. I watched two women making out on the screen and rubbing their hands all over eachother's naked bodies. I rubbed harder. I watched the poor helpless guy in a diaper strapped to a high-chair. I listened as the ladies called him baby and wussy. They offered him a binky and he sucked on it. They played with his nipples and he grimaced but couldn't stop them while his arms were lashed behind the chair. I rubbed harder. And that's when I came in my diaper. It was a great orgasm and it felt like it went on and on. I was laying back in my reclining office chair when I came around a few moments later. It was just luck that I opened my eyes to see the door to my room opening. Panic hit me. I dove at my bed. The headset cord went tight and the headphones were tugged roughly from me, pulling my hair. They clattered on the floor. In one swift motion I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over my body, covering the nightie. My feet poked out from the bottom. My heart was racing. My body was sweating. My eyes were wide open. The door closed. "Jason, what the hell are you doing in there?" It was Mom again. She continued after a short pause, "I'm opening the door now." I thought it was bad before but this is much worse. Mom is going to flip. Just completely flip. She must know I was masturbating. How could she not? Anyhow, when she gets in here she'll figure it out quickly. There's porn on the screen. I just dove into my bed. I must have made some noise when I was getting off. She's not dumb. I'm caught. She'll tell me something like "You get up out of that bed this instant!" and then she'll also see her daughter's nightwear on me and the fucking diaper. I'm so dead. I think I'm just going to will myself to die, right here, right now. She entered, closed the door behind her and walked to the middle of the room. She wore her sleepwear: a flannel tanktop and shorts. The computer was behind her. The porn was paused. Two women were caught on screen, one devouring the other's pussy. The other throwing her head back in mock ecstasy. Mom didn't look at it. She stared at me instead. I willed myself to keep eye-contact with her. I knew that if I looked behind her for a moment, she'd turn to see what was on my screen. I'd be punished. I'd be put on bread and water and locked in this room with nothing but schoolbooks. She'd get Larry to beat my ass. No. I must keep my eyes on her. "I just wanted to say good night and I hear all this ruckus. Do you want to wake your sister? You know it takes forever to settle her back down when she's startled awake," she berated me. I have never been so delighted to be berated in my life. "I'm sorry mom. I couldn't hear you and you surprised me," I explained. She looked me up and down for a moment then her eyes settled on the where my legs poked out of the comforter. She reached over and touched the comforter and my leg. I felt the satin of the nightie tighten around my chest. I felt it hug my shoulders. I was sure the ruffles and the diaper were making the comforter bulge too much. "What are you up to?" she asked, her voice lowered to just over a whisper. "I know something is going on. You're acting weird." She breathed out heavily. I stopped breathing altogether. "Nothing mom. Just nothing," I muttered. I needed to say something. Anything that could explain the noise. The bundling under the comforter. The "weirdness". She looked me in the eyes and sighed loudly. Her hand moved up and she gently patted my brow and my hair. She bent down to kiss my forehead. "I love you. You're my baby. I'm going to bed now. If you want to talk about this tomorrow just find me and say 'about last night'. You sleep well." She patted my hip. It crinkled. I'm sure it crinkled. It was LOUD. It fucking echoed in the room that crinkle. I was sweating even worse. She must have heard it. She must have FELT the ruffled panties and the diaper. How could she not? But she didn't pause or look at me again. She got up, turned away from the computer, and left the room. She spoke once more from the doorway without looking back. "Cover your feet. You don't want to be cold." The door closed behind her. Oh my god, I could relax. It's over. She'd left. She's weirded out but she's gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt my body loosen up. I was so stressed and tight during the conversation but it's better now. And it hit me. I needed to pee. Oh my god! I'm going to die. Get it together. I just need to hold out until Mom and Larry are asleep. I check the clock. It's only 11:32. Mom just left my room a second ago. She's going to bed. They'll be asleep in no time. Then I'll go look for the key. I just need to hold on until they pass out. I can do that. Even though my bladder is getting pretty insistent, I can do this. The computer monitor blinked off and I was left in darkness. Forget peeing. I just need to wait it out. I'm still ok. I just need to wait until my parents are asleep. Ok, I also have to hope that Emma doesn't come home and see me walking around like a baby girl. That won't happen. It's Ok. Just wait it out and go find the key in Mom's room. It's Ok. And the urine started to flow. It was just a little at the beginning and I immediately tried to stop it but my panic kicked in and it went to a strong flow. No! I can't pee in my diaper. I can't be found in a wet diaper! My diaper? What the hell am I thinking. The diaper was soaked. It wasn't designed for this much pee. It wasn't designed to handle a penis - it was a young girl's diaper. It wasn't meant for a teenage boy's volume. There isn't nearly enough padding near the penis. I could feel the front of diaper get overwhelmed and the pee flood the panties. I then felt my ass get wetter and wetter and the diaper drew whatever liquid it could from the panties. The diaper was saturated with my piss. I broke into tears. While sobbing quietly into my pillow I prayed to a god I never prayed to before. And waited. When I recovered, it was past midnight. I have to ignore the pee-filled diaper and focus on getting out of this fucking outfit. As I pulled my arms out from under the comforter, I felt the satin collar ride up against my neck and the satin cuffs tighten on my biceps. I was about to pull the comforter off me when my mother's words rang back. I ran my hands lightly down the comforter until I reached the my uncovered legs. It was above my knees. Way above my knees. Oh no! Was the nightie covered? Was it sticking out? I traced my fingers along the edge of the comforter but came across no satin. Ok. That's better. The nightie wasn't sticking out. Mom never saw the nightie. Good! Oh shit, wait. I moved my hand quickly between my legs and reached for the comforter there. It covered the nightie but what about the diaper and rumba panties? I let my fingers drape over the comforter and dangle. I felt the rumba panties. They weren't covered. Fuck me! Mom saw the panties. That's why she stiffened up. That's why she invited me to talk about "this" tomorrow. That's why she called me HER BABY! That's it, I'm dead. I should just die now. I can't live through this. Cover your feet, she said. She must have seen it all. Goddammit.

diddldum · November 3, 2020

Dear Tfmonkey,

I think you mean the attached story. Happy reading!

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

Trick or Treat 01-06 - by diaper24-7 or fuzzybunny.rtf

diddldum · November 3, 2020

Dear wolfinsheepsclothing,

would you be so kind to tell me when and on which website

your not finished story was published? Unfortunately my

DD stories were no help in finding the story. Thank you in

advance!

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

wolfinsheepsclothing · November 4, 2020

i believe it was on deviant art

BabyLock · November 4, 2020

Try this one ?

How not to Babysit (1)

by Wndash2, Oct 12, 2014, 7:07:42 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Introductions & Chapters

NOTICE: This story will most likely be replacing stories such as Baby Care Class and Sister's Doll. Thank you.

I watched my parents pull out of the driveway in their car, and speed away. I was being left home alone with my three younger sisters. Hannah (the oldest of the three, six years old), Emily (Second oldest, five years old) and Mandy (my youngest sister). I was to babysit them for a full week and a half while my parents left for a giant business trip in Egypt. I have an older sister also, but she lives out of the house, across town with her boyfriend, so I don't see her all that often.
The first few hours were easy. Us four watched TV, played a few simple board games, ate pizza for dinner, and did all sorts of stuff. Their bedtime came before I knew it. Just as typical for girls their age, none of them wanted to go to sleep. I decided to put Mandy to bed first... she was youngest, she would need more sleep, right?
"Come on, Mandy! It's time for bed." I said, after arguing with her for a little while. I finally coaxed her into her room, where she sat on her bed. "Alright, mom set these out for you..." I said, reaching down on the floor, and handing her her light blue nightie, a pair of plastic panties that were blue, but had pink sparkles and highlights in it, and a pink diaper. She was a bed wetter, and she had to wear diapers at night.
"NO! I'm not a baby anymore!" She said, being stubborn. "Common! Mom said you have to wear them... Maybe we can call her tomorrow and you won't have to wear the diaper tomorrow night." I said, trying to soothe her a bit. "No! I don't want to wear that diaper, or that nightie, or those stupid panties!" She said, sticking out her lip.
"But aren't these brand new?" I asked her, trying to make the outfit seem novel, "Yeah! Mom got me the new nightie which I hate, as well as those stupid panties, because my old ones kept falling off." She said. She still wasn't telling me why she hated them so much. She then opened her eyes wide. "You put it on, you put it on!" She said, smiling and handing me the diaper.
"Will you put on one also if I do?" I said, sighing. Anything to get Mandy to sleep. She nodded quickly. I quickly pulled down my pants and my underwear, facing my back to her. She was young, but I still didn't feel too comfortable facing her front naked. I slid the diaper up onto me, and surprisingly, it fit quite well.
"Now will you let me put one on you?" I said, already embarrassed enough to be wearing a little girl's diaper. She giggled and nodded. I walked over to the closet, and pulled out another diaper. She took her clothes off, and I quickly helped her into the diaper.
"Now for the panties..." I began to say, but again I heard the "NO!" From her. This was going to take a long time. "You are always supposed to wear panties with a diaper, but these on!" She said, handing me the bright blue plastic panties. I sighed, and she quickly put them on me also, over the diaper. She fiddled with the back of them, and I heard a click. "There, now they won't fall off!" She said, looking proud. I rolled my eyes.
I walked over to the closet again, and took out her old pair of sleeping panties. She smiled, "Yay, I like those!" I smiled, and helped her put them on. "Now put on your nightie..." I said, beginning to put the light blue nightie onto her. "No! You put it on!" She said. "No, how about I just let you wear your pajamas." I said, and she smiled, "Yaaay! But still put this on." She said, looking defiant. I sighed, I was already wearing the other stuff, might as well.
I put the light blue nightie over my head, and once again Mandy fiddled with the back of it by the collar, and I heard another click. Probably another plastic clasp. "Now will you put on your pajamas and go to bed?" I asked her, and Mandy giggled, and nodded. She ran to the closet, and got her pajamas. I couldn't believe I was wearing her girly baby clothes to bed, and she was putting on a T-shirt and shorts. I finally got her to go to bed, and snuck out of her room, turning off the lights. Man, that had taken a long time.
Now, to change out of these stupid clothes. I walked to the bathroom with the clothes I was wearing before. I needed to pee also, so the faster I got this stuff off the better. As I got into the bathroom, I needed to take a crap also. I tugged on the nightie, and it wouldn't budge. "What the..." I said, reaching behind me... and feeling a lock.
Why did the nightie have a lock on it? I then tried to take off the bright blue and pink panties, and they wouldn't budge either. I felt behind me, and felt another lock on the panties. Oh no! Mandy had said that the new panties were because her old ones were falling off! I tugged on the lock, tugged at the panties, and tugged at the nightie. Nothing would budge or rip.
This was not happening. I was wearing a little girl's diaper, and was about to pee and mess it. I struggled desperately with the clothes. The fabric they were made of was too strong, I couldn't rip it. I ran to my room in search of something to cut them with, but in the process, I felt myself wet and mess the diaper. My backside was now completely coated in my own mess, and the diaper was completely soaked. The diaper wasn't meant to handle this much pee, and it was like a puddle. I shook my head, frustrated.
I felt the locks again, maybe they required some sort of key? Mom must have put the key somewhere! I stepped out of my room gingerly, the pee and poop sloshing around in the diaper. My other two younger sisters were nowhere to be seen, probably in their rooms. I sneaked upstairs, I didn't want the other two to find me wearing a diaper THAT I USED!
Then, I heard the door open behind me, and I dove into the hallway, breaking into a sprint. "Jace, I'm here!" I heard my older sister Cara yell. I ran to mom's room. I had to find the key to that stupid lock. They had to be here somewhere, because she never told me where the key was to get them off for when Mandy was supposed to wear them.
"Yo, Jace, where are you at?" Cara said, walking into the house. I scoured everywhere in mom's room. If Cara found me like this, I'd be screwed. Cara went downstairs, probably looking for me in my room. I used the opportunity to run along the upstairs and to the kitchen, looking for a note or something on the counter or fridge. I heard Cara coming back upstairs, "I know you are here, either you are avoiding me or hiding from me." She said, getting a bit more annoyed. I heard footsteps coming closer to the kitchen, and I panicked. There was a blanket on the floor of the kitchen for some reason, that would have to do. I grabbed it, and covered myself in it.
"Um, why weren't you answering me, and why are you wearing a blanket?" Cara asked, stepping into the kitchen. "I got cold." I said. I was a bad liar. Her eyes narrowed, "Why do you look so worried?" She asked, "I'm not!" I said, trying to be convincing. She stepped up to me, and yanked the blanket off of me, and gasped.
"Why are you wearing a little girl's nightie? And panties, AND A DIAPER, THAT YOU USED!" She looked at me like I was absolutely out of my mind. "Mandy made me wear this to convince her to change into her pajamas..." I said, the humiliation hitting me hard. "And you used it!" She said, seeing the sopping wet diaper underneath the panties. "I had to go to the bathroom, and I couldn't get them off. They are locked." I said, gritting my teeth, and turning around to show the locks.
"You are wearing Mandy's nightie, aren't you?" She asked, and I nodded, embarrassed. "I know the code, but let's let Hannah and Emily decide what to do with you." She picked me up, and easily carried me downstairs.
"Hannah! Emily! Come here!" Cara called, and soon the two girls ran out of their room, stopping dead in their tracks when they saw me. Cara set me down, and giggled, "I gotta go... girls." She continued to laugh as she left.
"Why are you wearing baby's clothes..." Emily asked, as the two girls giggled, "They are Mandy's... I had to wear them to get her to go to bed." "So you are wearing Mandy's nightie, panties, and a diaper." Hannah said, "AND YOU USED IT!" She said, as the girls examined me, and the two of them bust out laughing. My cheeks flooded with embarrassment.
"Whatever! Just unlock them please." I said, turning around. "No, you are going to be our baby." I spun around, "WHAT?!" I screamed, quieting down a bit towards the end realizing Mandy was sleeping. "That's right. We will unlock the panties and the nightie when you be a good baby tonight." This couldn't be happening, they were manipulating me! "If not, you will be stuck in those for a while, and we might even lock you outside like that." Hannah said, and I squirmed. "I'm not a baby, and you are going to take these locks off, now." I said, standing up straight. I was in control here, not them.
Without a word, Hannah stepped forwards, and Emily followed. Hannah easily picked me up, and carried me upstairs. I thrashed in her arms, but between the two of them, they were much stronger than me... We got to the door, and she threw me outside onto my padded rear, closing and locking the door behind her.
Crap, I had to get back inside before someone saw me like this! Although it was dark outside, there was still the possibility of unwanted eyes peeking out windows... I didn't even want to think about it. I ran around to the side of the house, and tried to open the side door... locked. I went to the window nearby, locked as well. I moved along the back of the house. I tried Mandy's and my window, both were locked as well.
I got to the last window on the ground floor, it was open! The window lead to our one unused room, the old nursery. It was used a year or so ago for when Mandy was younger. I pushed it open, and quickly got a chair from out on the lawn to stand on. I pushed the window open farther, and jumped through. I expected to land hard on the floor, but I landed on something soft.
I sat up, and realized that the crib in the room had been moved to the window, and that the two girls were in front of me... with a camera... taking pictures. "Now we have what we need." Hannah said, "Would you like everyone to see these pictures of you in panties and a nightie, wearing soiled diapers, and in a crib?" Hannah said, as I stood up to get out of the crib. The two of them smiled, I was defeated. Maybe if I played their stupid game for a while, they would leave me alone.
"Good baby girl. You'll be sleeping here in the crib tonight. We will change your diapers tomorrow if you are a good baby." Hannah said, as the two girls dragged the crib back to the center of the room. Emily picked up a nearby pacifier, and shoved it into my mouth, "That binky will never leave your mouth unless we tell you to, got it?" Emily said, and I nodded, tears forming in my eyes. "Alright little baby, it's passed your bedtime." Hannah said, pulling the blanket from under me, and putting it over me as I laid down on the little pillow, against my will. The girls smiled, took a few pictures before I could react, and left the room, turning the lights off on the way out.

To be continued.

Status unknown - - - - -

diddldum · November 4, 2020

Dear wolfinsheepsclothing,

I found a part of the the text on pastebin (not on deviantart).

This text is somewhat shorter than yours. I presume that the

very caring webmaster probably tried with his warning to avoid

mental harm just by reading the text of the story.

Dear BabyLock, thank you very much for your addition. You

can of course be the third in our alliance. Now there is something

for everybody! Maybe we can mix it up and present it in a

single guise ...

Don't worry about so many possibilities - instead have a peaceful night!

With many wishes

Diddldum

02 Literature from DailyDiapers and Pastebin.rtf

diddldum · November 6, 2020

Dear ChasingDemons2, your first mentioned

story "The Robotic Room for Baby Girls" is

alive! I don't know the author, therefore

N.N. (nomen nescio = I don't know the name).

In earlier years I used N.N., but only sometimes.

Have a happy reading and a nice and peaceful

next week...

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

The Robotic Room For Baby Girls - by N.N..rtf

diddldum · November 19, 2020

Dear Chasingdemons23,

you mentioned in your story listing a burglar who is diapered by various machines etc..

Do you mean this story?

Thanks in advantag for your answer!

Sincerely yours
Diddldum

Cya · November 19, 2020

2 hours ago, diddldum said:

Dear Chasingdemons23,

you mentioned in your story listing a burglar who is diapered by various machines etc..

Do you mean this story?

Thanks in advantag for your answer!

Sincerely yours
Diddldum

My story is actually about two young men.who were hired to test an automated house for a company and their boss is secretly an AB.

Ironically enough, I am currently writing a story about a burglar who breaks into a lab and tries to steal a computer which contains an artificial intelligence program designed to care for infants. It's not yet available outside of Patreon, but i might post it up soon since people are looking for machine stories.

diddldum · November 19, 2020

Dear Cya,

thank you very much for correcting my error.

I wish you much success with your new story.

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

Neversaynopanda · November 19, 2020

For the life of me I cannot refind this story, it is about a elephant and a wolf who "trick" the elephants uncle that the wolf is her baby boy so as to stay in his good graces.

Any help finding it greatly appreciated

Panther Cub · November 20, 2020

3 hours ago, Neversaynopanda said:

For the life of me I cannot refind this story, it is about a elephant and a wolf who "trick" the elephants uncle that the wolf is her baby boy so as to stay in his good graces.

Any help finding it greatly appreciated

I am now interested in reading this too!

Personalias · November 22, 2020

On 11/19/2020 at 6:51 PM, Neversaynopanda said:

For the life of me I cannot refind this story, it is about a elephant and a wolf who "trick" the elephants uncle that the wolf is her baby boy so as to stay in his good graces.

Any help finding it greatly appreciated

It's called Meet The Graysons.

On 11/19/2020 at 10:06 PM, Panther Cub said:

I am now interested in reading this too!

diddldum · November 22, 2020

Dear members,

I'm afraid that Google is showing the first signs of old age. Today Personalias showed us that a DD story from September 2020 was a kind of alien for Google. When I put

elephant wolf dailydiapers

in the search field I saw that many very interesting links appeared, but nothing of the above three words was found in Google regarding my question that could have been considered the correct answer. The question of the price is which one could be considered as the next promising browser ...

Have all a nice evening!
one shaken to the foundations
Diddldum

Personalias · November 22, 2020

It's fine @diddldum. I recognized the story and I'm pretty shit with tagging my stories for search terms or keywords.

diddldum · November 22, 2020

Dear Personalias and other members,

I have to apologize. When I now put "story elephant wolf dailydiapers" in the search

field the story of Personalias is on Google's first page. But in the first search field

a few days ago I had put in the search field "story elephant wolf" - but not the word

dailydiapers. It was my mistake - Google is rehabilitated (100 %) on this story.

What irritates me: Before looking for the Graysons, ChasingDemons23 asked about

a burglar who was being diapered by various machines. In the Google field I wrote

"burglar diapered by machines". I got a hint of a story with two burglars - therefore

I asked ChasingDemons23 whether he meant this story. Cya kindly pointed this difference

out to me. I couldn't understand that the Google answer was a story with two burglars,

even though I only entered one burglar in the search field.

The fact is that the whole research remains interesting, but you have to be careful

with all the fun like a lynx, because even small differences decide on success or failure.

Thank you very much for your cooperation!

With best wishes
Diddldum

diaper24/7 · November 29, 2020

is thier anymore chapter of this story or a similar story continued of Tara’s Perfect summer

BabyLock · November 29, 2020

Chapter 12 was it -

Potential leads for research:

https://search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?p=TARAS+PERFECT+SUMMER&type=sbc_dsl&fr2=p%3Amy%2Cm%3Asb&hsimp=yhs-att_001&hspart=att&hspart=att&hsimp=yhs-att_001&type=sbc_dial

https://forums.abdlstoryforum.info/t/taras-perfect-summer-by-baby-tj/5211

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Naru-chan-Baby

BabyLock · November 30, 2020

TARA - - -

Tara

After much research here is the Paul Harvey - "The Rest of the Story"
Chapters 13-16 "Tara's Perfect Summer on Kaidus Road"

Posted 02 October 2013 - 08:26 PM

Member: Kaidus

I was blessed by jwu272 to take over on their story of Tara's Perfect Summer, but I'm making sure not to make the same mistakes I did when I took over on Megan Getting what she Deserves with Jeffy25's blessing; lots of cross-referencing will be involved while progressing; here's the original's link:

http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=32885

And now for a recap:

It all started when Tara went over to one of her neighbors' houses, specifically the house of Kathy Johnson, to play with 2-year-old Kayla and 4-year-old Aimee; both of whom were in diapers full-time. Aimee had trouble with being potty-trained and it's been undetermined if Kayla was to start potty-training, but neither Tara nor Kathy seemed to mind; Tara always wanted to be carefree just like them again. On a Saturday afternoon, Tara went to their place to play with Kathy and Aimee, but curiosity got the better of Tara when she was caught unofficially modeling one of their diapers by Kathy when Tara took Kayla to get her changed; Kathy offered Tara an opportunity to fulfill her sense of curiosity by allowing her to be her (Kathy's) baby for a day. Tara was excited about it so got a pack of diapers that would definitely fit her before going back to her place at 5:00 that day; her (Tara's) mother Patricia, Pat for short, didn't know what was going on, but she would discover later. Anyway, during that time, Tara was enjoying her time as a baby despite certain point such as using her diaper for the first time in approximately 15 years, but she managed to adapt to it; the Sunday that followed was when everything fell apart: Pat found out the truth and took Tara home immediately. She seriously thought about it and decided to give Tara what she wanted: to be a baby for the remainder of the summer; Pat took Tara shopping for new clothes to fit her punishment while at the same time setting her up for a photo-op some time later, though her diapers were a temporary problem at the time. After a while, Pat was seeing this as an opportunity to give Tara a true childhood while at the same time, continuing to humiliate her at the same time; Pat never passed up an opportunity to humiliate Tara whenever she could. Almost a week after the whole thing started, Pat took Tara to the park for some fun with Tara being embarrassed by not only her mother, but also several little kids who saw her as a baby; Pat took off Tara's shortalls with Tara protesting about it and Pat threatening her with a spanking regardless of who's watching (Her dress was removed because of the heat).

I felt the recap was needed to give to those who haven't read the original yet a summary of what happened. Anyway, as soon as I re-read the original's leave-off point, I'll get to work so BOLO for this take-over's true first installment SAME DIAPER-SITE SAME DIAPER-STORY

To Be Started

Posted 04 October 2013 - 08:40 PM

Part 13 with original—part 1 on Kaidus Road

After Tara finished her juice, her tummy started to rumble but wasn’t sure if she should tell her mother despite that she was sitting right next to her; Pat looked at her upon hearing the rumble.

“Awe, is my baby hungry?” Pat asked with a coo.

“Yes mommy” Tara answered nervously.

“Is something else wrong?” Pat asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just didn’t know if I was supposed to tell you if I’m hungry” Tara answered holding back her urge to cry.

“Awe, don’t cry Tara” Pat cooed as she held her big baby; “Mommy didn’t tell you not to tell me when you’re hungry, you’re allowed to; it only applies to needing your diaper changed. Speaking of which (checking Tara’s diaper) you’re soaked; I’ll change you when we’re done with lunch.”

Pat proceeded to bring the strained carrots and a plastic spoon to feed Tara her meal as well as the bottles of formula so she can have something to wash it all down; the carrots came first. Even though she’s gotten use to everything, she still didn’t like the taste of the baby food she’s been eating for at least a week, but she still ate it in fear of being punished; she ate the carrots but still held back the urge to gag she would usually get afterwards. The bananas came before the peaches with the formula to finish off Tara’s feeding, which made Tara extremely full to the point she felt a big gas bubble in her tummy; Pat put Tara over her shoulder as best as she could considering her size and started patting her back. Tara let out a large loud burp after twenty pats on her back which caught Pat’s attention, though both were thankful Tara didn’t spit up.

“Wow, that was a BIG burpies” Pat cooed before setting Tara back on the blanket.

She started to eat her salad as Tara started to fall asleep on the blanket, but Pat just let her be for the time being so she could have her salad; Tara was still hungry after the burp but decided to take a nap instead of asking for some of her mother’s salad. Pat continued to read her book while eating even as Tara was in a full sleep, but something didn’t seem right so she set her book and salad at a side for a moment to check Tara’s diaper; she was soaking it even more than it was before, but she was also pooping at the same time.

‘They worked sooner than I thought’ Pat thought to herself as she went back to her salad and book.

Pat finished her salad, but the salty ingredients of it along with the humidity of the day made Pat thirsty so she brought out the bottle of water for a few swigs while continuing to read; it was the perfect time to be outside. Pat’s thirst was quenched enough so she put the water bottle back into the cooler to return to her reading without even bothering to wake Tara until she decided it was time to go home, but she had a problem: her meal was catching up to her. She caught sight of Kathy Johnson and her two girls, so she called her over; they exchanged pleasantries before Pat addressed her sense of urgency.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on Tara while I run to the ladies’ room please?” she asked pleadingly while feeling like she was about to explode.

“Sure thing” Kathy said; “Kayla and Aimee can play with her when/if she wakes up (smelling Tara’s poopy diaper) and after she gets changed.”

“Thank you so much” Pat replied in a rushed manner as she ran to the ladies’ room.

Aimee and Kayla went over to the sandbox to play while Kathy sat down on the bench and soothingly stroked Tara’s right pigtail; Pat returned half an hour later.

“Sorry about that; lots of roughage and water” Pat said feeling more relieved than she was earlier as she sat back down on the bench; “I can see Tara hasn’t woken up yet (sniffing the air around her diaper) and she’s in dire need of a change.”

“Yes she is; pee yew” Kathy confirmed waving a hand in front of her nose; “Unfortunately, she’s curled up in a ball so we’ll have to wait until she wakes up; I’m surprised she can sleep in it.”

Tara started to jostle slightly which meant she was starting to wake up which was the perfect time for her to get changed; Kathy brought out a changing mat and laid it out as Tara rolled onto it and opened her eyes.

“Hi Tara” Kathy says cheerfully while looking down at her; “Did you have a good nap?”

“Yes Mrs. Johnson” Tara answered sleepily before a yawn escaped her mouth.

“We’re practically family considering last week sweetie” Kathy says soothingly before giving Tara a kiss on her forehead; “You can always call me Auntie Kathy.”

“Okay Auntie Kathy” Tara replies before another yawn escaped her; “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh is right” Pat cooed at her; “My big baby made stinky poo-poo.”

“It’s also a good thing you rolled onto the changing mat when you did” Kathy told her with delight; “It saves time for us to move you onto it so you can get changed.

Pat goes into Tara’s diaper bag to pull out the wipes, powder and ointment (just in case) to change Tara’s diaper which starts immediately afterwards; Tara’s diaper revealed the mess she made in her sleep.

“Pee yew” Pat cooed holding her nose; “I might just give you a bath tonight.”

Kathy holds Tara’s ankles lifting her feet in the air while Pat wipes her vagina and bottom clean which takes a little more than five minutes; Pat removed Tara’s used diaper before continuing to wipe her clean. Tara’s fresh diaper is opened and slipped under her still lifted bottom so Kathy was able to lower her onto it for Pat to apply a good amount of powder to absorb even all of the sweat that will undoubtedly accumulate in her diaper before the day is out; there’s no sign of a rash so Pat was able to fasten Tara’s new diaper around her waist.

“All done baby-girl” Pat cooed at Tara; “Why don’t you go play with Kayla and Aimee so Auntie Kathy and mommy can talk.”

Still apprehensive, Tara does as she was told and went over to the swings to play with Kathy’s girls so the adults could talk; Pat repacked the changing items as Kathy did the same with the changing mat she brought.

“Five more weeks and her second babyhood is over” Pat told Kathy rather glumly; “I might consider lowering it if you tell me why I was lied to last Saturday, Kathy.”

“Apart from Tara’s curiosity, which everyone gets about something, Tara wanted a chance to be carefree again so I granted her that wish” Kathy explained feeling sorry for the poor teenager; “It was only supposed to be for 24 hours, but when you came by the whole thing went south; she can’t be blamed for being curious.”

“No she can’t” Pat confirmed feeling a minor touch of annoyance; “However, you two lied to me so I’m taking it out on her and not you or your girls. Besides, I’ve always had fun embarrassing Tara whenever the opportunity comes up; her photo-op earlier this week for example.”

“Outside of lying to you last Saturday, what did she do to deserve your constant barrage of humiliation?” Kathy asked feeling some anger.

“Nothing that can be blamed on her” Pat started to answer; “Her father raped me which resulted in her conception and a shotgun wedding; I’ve always carried some minor resentment towards her for it. Fortunately, now that her father isn’t here, I can give her a better babyhood which she completely enjoys; the mall next week will be even more fun.”

Kathy’s eyes got wide with horror at the tone Pat carried as she said what she said, but couldn’t help thinking that she has more planned than she revealed so far.

“You can’t be there to change her diapers all the time” she said confidently.

“No I can’t, which is why I’m glad you came here when you did” Pat started to reply knowing she had the upper-hand; “You’re more than welcome to babysit her while I’m away for whatever reason; her new mail-ordered diapers will be arriving before this time Monday and they’re even cuter than the one she’s currently wearing.”

“Well, at least she has five more weeks to go if she can hold out” Kathy said feeling some sense of relief.

“That’s only for her second babyhood” Pat replied crushing Kathy’s sense of relief; “She’s still going to be in continued punishment when the summer ends and she goes back to school, which I’m more than willing to tell you.”

“How?” Kathy asked in fear for Tara’s well-being.

“I intend to keep her in diapers for the rest of her life” Pat answered with a wicked grin on her face; “She’ll be changed whenever she needs one by her teachers in front of everyone in the classroom she happens to be in at the time; her entire school will be notified of her diapers by that point via the school newspaper.”

“If anyone should be punished for lying to you, punish me” Kathy pleaded; “I’m the one who asked her to stay the weekend and got in touch with you with that lie in the first place. If you choose to put a restraining on me, so be it; Tara doesn’t deserve it and you know it.”

“Your objection is noted, though also ignored” Pat snapped angrily; “She’s already in enough trouble for that day and I can’t punish you without getting a lawyer involved; Tara’s getting it regardless of how she feels.”

While their respective mommies had their talk, Tara, Aimee and Kayla were on the swings with Tara gently pushing both of them one at a time; neither of them went too high by Kathy’s account. Both little girls were having a good time until Aimee felt the urge to fart; her fart was accompanied by completely using her diaper.

“Tara, I need to get down” she called to her; “I need to get changed.”

“Sure thing honey” Tara replied comfortingly as she stopped Aimee’s swing.

She continued to push Kayla in her swing while Aimee went to tell Kathy she needed a change, which was a good thing since their argument was getting intense; Tara just kept her mind on playing with Kayla during that time. Kathy brought Aimee back to the swings before asking Tara to stop Kayla’s swing for a moment so she could check her diaper; she was clean but soaked. Kathy took Kayla for a change as Aimee got back on her swing which Tara resumed her gentle pushing for her to continue moving at a good pace and reasonable height; Tara started to sniffle which caught Aimee’s attention.

“Tara, are you okay?” she asked with concern.

“Not really” Tara answered as a few tears fell from her eyes; “I think I’m in bigger trouble with my mom, judging from her current expression.

“Would you stop my swing please?” Aimee requested which she did; “I think you need something.”

Aimee got off her swing and came around to Tara to she could give her teen-baby friend a hug; Tara bent down knowing immediately what Aimee had in mind. Aimee continued to hug Tara as her eyes still had tears falling from her eyes even as Kathy came back with Kayla in her arms; Pat came over as well.

“What’s wrong Tara?” Kathy asked sensing her emotional state.

“I think I’m in more trouble with my mom” Tara answered before completely breaking into sobs.

“If you mean things are going to get worse, you’re right” Pat confirmed with her anger spiking up more than it was before; “I need to go get a few things which will take a while; you’ll be with Auntie Kathy until I get back.”

Pat spun on her heels and walked off towards their house as Tara picked up Aimee and followed Kathy to the bench they were previously at; Kayla and Aimee were still being held by Tara and Kathy respectively.

“I began to get some insight on why your mom’s been doing what she has been doing to you besides from last Saturday” Kathy started with remorse in her voice; “The circumstances of your birth have been on your mom’s mind which is why she has some resentment towards you, sweet heart.”

“What does that mean mommy?” Kayla asked not understanding what they’re talking about.

“In other words, Tara’s mommy never fully loved her” Kathy translated holding all three girls as close as possible.

“What happened when you were born?” Aimee asked feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“It’s more in the area of how I was conceived” Tara started to answer completely broken up; “The man who would become my dad raped my mom and the rape was the how I was conceived.”

“To put it simply: Tara’s mommy had Tara with a bad man” Kathy translated once more.

Both little girls gave Tara as big a hug as possible with Kathy still holding her close.

“The circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are” Kathy said in a comforting tone while softly rubbing her shoulder; “It’s starting to get dark, so we should get going; it’s pizza night tonight anyway.”

“It feels like an eternity since I last had any real nourishment” Tara said glumly.

“You’ll be able to have some tonight” Kathy assured her teen-baby charge; “If I get punished for that in any way, so be it; I need to apologize for what’s been happening to you somehow.”

The taller females carried a smaller one each after Tara put her shortalls back on for the walk back to the Johnson residence; Kathy made sure to carry Tara’s diaper bag with her during the walk. They arrived at quarter to five so Tara took Kayla and Aimee to the playroom while Kathy got a menu for the pizza parlor to put the order together; the three girls removed their respective shorts after getting there. Tara took the three pairs of shorts including her shortalls to the clothes hamper while remaining as quiet as possible since Kathy was in the process of ordering dinner; the order was placed in around three minutes and would be delivered in half an hour. Kathy came into the play room just as Tara was returning so the two took a seat next to one-another as Kayla and Aimee started to play some more; the doorbell rang so Kathy went to answer it. Pat was on the other side dropping off four bottles of formula for Tara as well as a few extra diapers and the notation that Tara’s only to eat baby food since she might be there for at least a day; Kathy had no intention of letting Pat know that she’s going to allow Tara to have any real food while there. The bottles were placed into the fridge before more snuggles were in play while the four ladies waited for the pizza man to come; Kathy held Tara so close that Tara almost felt like she was being choked.

“While you’re with me, you won’t be completely regressed like at home” Kathy started as a form of assurance to her teen-baby charge; “Even though you’re expected to be diapered, that’s as far as I’m going to take it; you’ll be able to do anything a big girl can even change yourself. My girls are quite a lovable handful as you know and your help is always be appreciated; I’ll see to it that you stay with me if things go terribly bad for you.”

Tara started to cry softly hearing the loving words from her auntie that the little ones immediately stopped what they were doing and ran up to Tara with hugs and kisses; they felt just as bad about what’s been happening as Kathy did. The delivery person arrived when they were supposed to so Kathy answered the door when the doorbell was rung; Tara took everything to the kitchen as Kathy paid the person. Aimee was placed in her booster seat as Kayla was placed into her highchair so the food can be served with the little ones being served first; the meal time was a peaceful one.

“I think I should tell you that your mom dropped off a few bottles of formula for you” Kathy started to tell Tara; “She didn’t have to do that since I still have quite a few cans of it here.”

“She probably did that to ensure that I’m still going through my punishment” Tara replied feeling uneasy; “If that’s the case, things won’t be as bad at least for you; I’ll still drink it.”

“If mommy’s not close by but either Kayla or I is, please tell us if something’s wrong” Aimee pleaded; “We don’t want anything to go unnoticed if the formula your mommy made upsets your tummy regardless of the situation.”

“I promise I will” Tara vowed.

As dinner went on, Kathy had a thought as to why Pat made Tara’s formula bottles and dropped them off after reflecting on their conversation at the playground; she suddenly felt her heart go out to the poor girl. Tara offered to clean up but Kathy had it under control so she was sent to the playroom with Kayla and Aimee while that went about; neither Kayla nor Aimee felt like playing so they cuddled with Tara while the kitchen was being cleaned. Kathy finished cleaning the kitchen so she came into the playroom with a Sippy cup for Aimee and three bottles (one for Kayla and the other two for Tara); they all snuggled up to watch the first movie of The Never-ending Story. The movie went on for a good while even as Kathy’s daughters and her charge were drinking what they had which made them; Tara had an urge to fart towards the end of the movie. She leaned forward slightly in her seat to let it rip, but disaster soon struck when she wound up emptying her bladder at the same time as her bowels; the Johnson clan noticed but didn’t even crack a smile.

“I think there was something in my bottles Auntie” Tara said in fear of her hunch being right; “You might already know this, but I’ll need a change.”

“It is rather obvious” Kathy acknowledged remorsefully; “I’ll change you after the movie since it’s almost over.”

“Your mommy needs to be punished Tara” Aimee said angrily almost pouting.

“Aimee, we can’t do anything about it” Kathy replied sympathetically; “As soon as there’s something to prove it, we will.”

The conclusion of the came around so all three girls were taken upstairs for the night as soon as the ending credits started rolling; Kathy changed Aimee before Tara did the same with Kayla. Aimee and Kayla were taken to their respective beds after their teeth were brushed where Kathy and Tara read each of them their favorite bedtime stories before Kathy tended to Tara; Tara was feeling better about her predicament. The two went into the room that was Tara’s nursery before it was converted to a guest room outside of the changing table still being present; Tara climbed up onto the table with Kathy’s help. As soon as Tara’s bottom went onto the table, her bowels exploded with another flood of poop which Kathy noticed; she decided to turn on an air-purifier after opening a window. Tara lied back and relaxed while Kathy started to change her diaper after getting the wipes, powder, ointment if need be and a fresh Attends for her; the rank odor came full force upon the tapes’ removal.

“I remember how much of a big pooper you are” Kathy said almost gagging; “Good thing I took the measures when I did.”

“You’re right about that” Tara replied feeling embarrassed despite her being changed in private; “It might be my mess, but it even makes me want to gag.”

“It tends to do that” Kathy said thoughtfully while putting on a set of rubber gloves before get got to wiping Tara’s messy area clean; “There’s a pacifier next to your head if you want it.”

“Thank you Auntie” Tara said with a smile as she got the pacifier and put it in her mouth.

Kathy proceeded to continue changing Tara’s diaper while making sure to add some ointment to where some redness could be seen; Tara started to coo and moan softly behind her pacifier. Kathy noticed it and smiled as she continued the change by applying powder to not only on the seat of Tara’s diaper, but onto her vagina; she rubbed it in good before taping up her diaper (Kathy changed her gloves when she needed to). Tara was able to sit up afterwards so she gave her ‘Auntie’ a hug before getting off the changing table with Kathy leading her to her own bedroom; a good-sized nightshirt was pulled out for Tara. Tara removed her top and bra to allow for the nightshirt to be placed on which was followed by her pacifier being clipped on; Kathy and Tara walked back to the guest room afterwards.

“Is it possible your mom laced your bottles with something?” Kathy asked with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“That, or used something that’s not water to make them altogether” Tata answered thoughtfully; “She might be doing something to keep me in diapers for the rest of my life; I need to find proof to know for certain.”

“Me too” Kathy replied as she hugged Tara again.

Kathy and Tara went back downstairs to get Tara’s second bottle which wasn’t drank yet to give to her before she went to sleep; Kathy wanted to cuddle with Tara while Tara was given her bottle. Tara remembered that her own mom never cuddled with her while she was given a bottle during those points. Kathy noticed a few tears falling from Tara’s eyes so she couldn’t help but give her a kiss on her forehead as she was being bottle-fed in her lap; Tara finished her bottle eventually. She was sat up with a set of the hiccups so Kathy put Tara over her shoulder and patted her back just like Pat did earlier that day resulting in the same burp that occurred prior; Tara’s tummy felt better for the moment.

“That was a big one” Kathy cooed in surprise.

Tara was walked over to the bed that Kathy opened for her to tuck her in for the night after replacing her pacifier; the crinkle of not only her diaper but a waterproof sheet made its presence known.

“I preferred getting you waterproof pants, but the sheet will have to do until then” Kathy explained before kissing Tara once again and saying goodnight before she left the room.

A monitor was to her right-hand side to let Kathy know if Tara’s tummy started to act up again which Kathy herself turned on and left to go to bed herself; Tara soon fell asleep.

I don’t know for certain if Pat actually did cuddle with Tara during her bottle feedings, but I don’t think she did given the history between them. Also, I would’ve had this completed earlier except that I had an interview at Papa John’s for a job; I’ll keep you posted on it. With that now out of the way: is Pat serious about her threat? What caused Tara’s series of tummy-aches? BOLO for these answers and more coming up SAME DIAPER-SITE SAME DIAPER-STORY

To Be Continued

Posted 06 October 2013 - 07:53 PM

Part 14 to original—Part 2 on Kaidus Road.

All through the night, Tara wasn’t able to get much, if any, sleep due to massive amount of cramping in her tummy; there most certainly might’ve been something in her bottles causing them. The sun shone through the window of Kathy’s guest room on Sunday morning as Tara’s cramps got to the point that she pushed from her anal cavity causing her to fart and mess herself at least twice; her bladder also gave out to the pressure. Kathy came into the room after getting her girls downstairs for breakfast to see if Tara was okay; Tara was on her hands/knees on the floor crying (she crawled out of bed).

“Tara, are you—WHEW!” Kathy started in concern but cut herself off with; “I better open the window and turn on the purifier so I can change you.”

Kathy began to take the odor-elimination measures while Tara reached into her diaper bag to bring out what was needed for her diaper change; Kathy helped her onto the changing table afterwards.

“This is most certainly going to be a mess” Kathy said observantly as she put on a pair of gloves and got Tara some tissues; “Here you go honey.”

“Thank you” Tara replied gratefully as she accepted the tissues.

Kathy started to change Tara’s diaper while Tara lied back on the table for the change to go on; the amount was too much for the one diaper to occur so some wound up spilling out.

“Did you hold all of this in overnight?” Kathy asked completely befuddled.

“Yes Auntie” Tara answered still crying; “I let it go just before dawn which resulted in all of this; I didn’t want to wake any of you up.”

“I understand, honey but you should’ve” Kathy replied sympathetically stern; “While you’re with Auntie, tell me over the monitor that you need a change regardless of what time it is; I don’t want you getting a severe rash or even sick.”

“Yes Auntie” Tara said before blowing her nose.

Kathy continued to wipe Tara’s bottom clean and even made sure to get her vagina cleaned out to minimize the risk of infection; she changed her gloves before applying ointment to Tara’s rash-area before applying powder and taping on her new diaper. Tara stayed put until she was given the okay to get up since some minor cleaning up was necessary due to Tara’s messy explosion; the cleanup took only a minute or two.

“We’re good” Kathy declared happily so Tara could get up.

“Thank you Auntie” Tara said as she gave Kathy a hug; “Not just for changing my diaper, but for not being angry about the circumstances.”

“After last weekend, you shouldn’t be yelled at for this sort of thing” Kathy assured Tara with her own hug as well as a kiss; “Just next time, please tell me that you need a change regardless of what time it is.”

“I will” Tara replied becoming calmer as the pair went downstairs for breakfast.

The elder ladies proceeded to the kitchen where Kayla and Aimee had been seated waiting for them to come down; they noticed Tara had been crying earlier.

“You okay Tara?” Kayla asked worried.

“My bottom had a massive explosion so it was a very big mess” Tara answered trying to put get it out of her mind.

“She thought I’d be mad at her for not waking me up for a change, but everything’s completely straightened out” Kathy explained as she proceeded to bring out everything for breakfast.

Kathy brought out four bowls/spoons, milk and a box of Fruity Pebbles after making Kayla’s toddler cereal; Tara poured the cereal to help Kathy out. The four bowls/spoons were brought out at the same time so they could all have breakfast together, but Kathy made sure to bring out two Sippy cups and a bottle for her respective charges before sitting down; Tara fed herself with one hand while feeding Kayla with the other. Kathy noticed Tara’s attention going between Kayla and their respective bowls, but knew that it was because she was making sure to pay attention to each scoop going onto the right spoons and to the right mouth; Kayla also acknowledged the reason so she had to be patient. The meal was an awkward silence the whole way so upon completion, Kathy cleaned up while Tara took Aimee and Kayla into the backyard for a spell; they had their respective drinks with them as well. The cleanup was a breeze so Kathy was able to go out to sit with the three girls while they played and enjoyed the sunshine; the sky was getting a little dark for their comfort levels a few hours later.

“It looks like it’s about to rain girls” Kathy announced worried; “Let’s go inside before it starts coming down.”

Tara picked up Kayla as Aimee ran to the door where Kathy was waiting on the reverse side to close it after they re-entered the house; they made it just in the nick of time.

“I guess that means any more time outside is out of the question” Tara said observantly before a yawn escaped her mouth; “Those cramps from last night didn’t exactly do wonders for my sleep anyway.”

“It’s okay Tara” Kathy assured her; “We’ll put in a movie and have lunch as we watch.”

“That sounds good” Tara replied somewhat sleepily; “Are there any particular choices?”

“Not that I can think of” Kathy answered before looking at the younger girls; “Do either of you two have a particular choice of either lunch or the movie?”

“If there’s any leftover pizza from last night, can we finish it?” Aimee asked.

“That’s one choice” Kathy declared; “As for the movie?”

“The Wizard of Oz?” Kayla asked happily.

“Looks like that settles everything” Tara said observantly before yawning again.

“If you happen to fall asleep at any time during the movie, I’ll try not to wake you” Kathy assured her older charge.

The older ladies proceeded to get the leftover pizza out of the fridge for reheating with Kathy handling that portion as Tara got out plates for serving; Tara let out a fart that drained her bladder a moment later. Kathy only heard Tara’s fart, but was thankful that she didn’t poop herself after holding all of her mess in when she didn’t have to; a timer was set before they briefly went back to the playroom.

“Tara needs a change and there’s a timer for lunch which is in the oven” Kathy told her daughters before hearing Tara fart again; “That’s not a good sign; I’ll change you after lunch.”

Tara nodded as she went back to the playroom to rejoin Kayla and Aimee while Kathy began dishing up the selected meal; Kayla’s was cut up while the others’ weren’t before allowing them all to cool. Kathy decided it was the best time for a diaper check/change so Kayla and Aimee had theirs inspected with Aimee having wet/pooped with Kayla only wet so they all went upstairs to conduct all changes; Tara changed both of them before Kathy changed Tara. The usual measures were taken before Tara’s thoroughly used diaper was untapped and opened with the added bonus of a large fan being at the window to blow out the stench; Kathy put on a pair of gloves before wiping Tara clean of her mess. As Tara was being wiped, she noticed that Kathy was paying close attention to her vagina to make sure even the inside was clean, though she was also feeling good in the process; she wound up coming after a short while which made her blush. Kathy thought nothing of it and just continued to change her older charge’s diaper with additional wiping from her orgasm and applying additional ointment and powder before taping on her fresh diaper; they shared in a brief hug before going back downstairs with the younger girls. The meal was placed out with the right drinks as the movie began to play with the rainstorm overhead; no thunder/lightning occurred which was good. Over the course of the movie, additional servings were made out with either Kathy or Tara being the server while the younger ones stayed where they were barely even moving; the movie ended without any incidents in the house. Tara offered to clean up while Kathy put her girls down for a nap, but Kathy took over on the cleanup and sent Tara to bed with her last bottle; she fell fast asleep soon after her head hit the first pillow. Unbeknownst to her, she wound up messing/wetting her diaper in her sleep and didn’t even stir upon it happening; she just kept her body relaxed and slept the whole time. Kathy came in with Pat behind her which meant that it was time for Tara to go home so Pat opened up her blankets and changed her diaper right there and then; Kathy took the odor-elimination precautions before the change occurred. Pat cleaned up after Tara was completely out of bed so the two left before Tara could properly say good-bye to the Johnson clan; Tara remained silent the whole walk home. Pat unlocked and opened the front door waiting for Tara to get into the house, but what Tara saw made her eyes go wide with horror: Kelly Mason, captain of her school’s cheer squad and the meanest girl in the area, greeted her.

“Mommy’s going out with her friends so she got you a different babysitter for the night” Pat told her with a coo; “While mommy’s out, you’re expected to do everything your babysitter says and she has my permission to spank you if need be; any questions?”

“Just one” Tara started to answer meekly; “Do you know who she is?”

“I told her how familiar with you I am” Kelly answered with a wicked grin; “We go to the same school and are going to be seniors; but I think you might be going to preschool in September and not High School.”

“I also told her the rules” Pat started to add; “If she goes out, you go with her; your bedtime is at eight o’clock sharp; baby food and formula is your only means of nourishment; only she or anyone she brings over can change your diapers.”

“That does remind me” Kelly interjected briefly; “I do have practice with the squad and we’ll be going out for dinner; I hope that’s okay.”

“Well, I don’t want to hold you up” Pat started to reply thoughtfully; “As long as you take Tara with you and have her back in time to go to bed, I’ll be okay with it; assuming, that is, we don’t cross paths.”

Pat left the house just as Tara hung her head in misery knowing that she’d be spending the rest of the day with the one girl she and most others hated; Kelly looked at Tara and grinned wickedly.

“Your mom put your car-seat in my car and since the school’s only a ½-hour drive, that leaves us only three hours before I have to be at practice” Kelly cooed at Tara; “And don’t think I forgot about when you caught me and six of my fellow cheerleaders smoking in the young ladies’ room before Memorial Day weekend; it’s time for some payback.”

Kelly proceeded to grab her digital camera and start taking photographs of Tara in her infantile state until her memory card was full, which took 36 shots; the photos included her with a pacifier, a huge bottle of formula, her diaper showing, and two separate sets with her holding a baby blanket and a dolly (one each); Tara started crying when Kelly withdrew her camera.

“Awe, don’t cry” Kelly cooed at her charge; “I do intend to share them, so you don’t have to worry.”

“That is what I’m scared of” Tara replied through sobs.

“Would it make you feel better if I tell you who I want to share them with?” Kelly asked still talking to her like Tara’s a real baby.

“It would depend on who it is” Tara answered truthfully yet still crying.

“I do intend to make two copies of each one I took and will take later” Kelly replied in the same tone she had prior; “One of them will be brought to your mother by me personally and the other will be going to the newspaper editor’s office at school so everyone will know how much of a baby you are.”

A horn honked from outside which led Kelly to look outside to find a van and two cars outside which Kelly recognized as her cheering squad; Kelly got her bag and Tara’s diaper bag together.

“Time to go baby” Kelly cooed as she guided Tara to her car and strapped her into her car-seat; “I just need to make an adjustment on my camera and we’ll be good to go.”

Tara noticed Kelly looking at the photos in her camera and might be deleting a number of them, but Tara had a feeling that she’ll keep her word and humiliate her at their school to save her mother time; they were soon underway. Kelly turned on her radio and put in a CD which she told Tara was her all Brittney Spears mix CD which she sang to; Tara was too miserable to pay attention. Everyone arrived at the school very early so they all got out of their respective vehicles with Tara reluctantly following her sitter knowing that things aren’t going to over very well; the entire squad saw Tara and went over to her. Tara appreciated the attention she was getting, but she didn’t want to be there considering what was going on currently and what was going to happen later; she was going to get something bad either way so she didn’t have a choice but to go with it. Kelly sat her on the bleachers and gave her the big bottle, pacifier (for when she finished), dolly and blanket before joining the rest of her squad over by their coach for everything ranging from new cheers to recruiting their new members; Tara didn’t want to join the squad anyway. She was a quarter of the way through her bottle when she had a big gas bubble in her tummy which made her uncomfortable; a lady next to her saw her discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern.

Tara’s only answer was a few hiccups while also rubbing her own belly which the lady knew right away what the problem was: she needed to burp. She got Tara in a hugging position and patted/rubbed her back gently until she burped loudly for no more than ten seconds; the lady was surprised about it.

“Ooh, that was the biggest one I ever got” the lady said surprised; “What’s your name?”

“Tara” she answered embarrassed; “I don’t always look like this, but my mom’s punishing me by keeping me as a baby until the first day of school for not telling her about my being curiosity about what it’s like to be a baby again.”

“You poor dear” the lady replied sympathetically; “My name’s Ali Mason.”

“Is the cheerleading captain by chance a blood relative of yours?” Tara asked worried.

“If you mean Kelly Mason, she’s my younger sister” Ali answered; “What did she do to you?”

“She took photos of me like this and said she’ll have a copy of them and any more of them she plans to take of me like this to be sent out in the school newspaper and possibly in our senior yearbook” Tara answered starting to cry again; “She’s getting me back for busting her and six others who were smoking in the ladies’ room before this past Memorial day weekend.”

“That explains why she was grounded and in detention that weekend” Ali said thoughtfully shocked; “I’ll prevent that from happening and take over with you if necessary.”

The cheerleaders’ session ended before it was supposed to since the squad arrived extremely early so they all got their belongings together before beginning to leave; Ali had Tara in her arms when Kelly got back to her.

“I see you met my sister Kathy” Kelly cooed at Tara; “Were you a good girl for my sister?”

“She was absolutely delightful” Ali answered for Tara; “I also got some answers: 1) her mom’s punishing her like this for being curious and lying to her about it; 2) she revealed the answer as to why you got grounded and landed in detention on Memorial day weekend; 3) you’re treating this as an opportunity for revenge and 4) you’re blackmailing her for it. What are you having her do?”

“I didn’t tell her to do anything” Kelly answered defensively; “The photos are for my revenge for what she did and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Think again” Ali started angrily; “Hand over your camera and cell this instant; you’ll get them back when I meet up with you after Tara’s mom gets home.”

“Tara, you were a bad girl” Kelly angrily told her; “Not only did you fail to finish your formula, but you tattled on me again; time for a spanking.”

“Think again” Ali angrily snapped at her sister holding her back; “It’s bad enough that she’s being forced to go through this until the first day of school, but all you’re doing is making her feel worse about it; hand over your cell and camera so you can be on your way while I take over on being her sitter.”

“Get lost, bitch” Kelly responded before getting her sister off of her and taking Tara inside of the school.

Tara struggled to keep up with her and the six cheerleaders who were busted that day even as Ali followed them in another attempt to stop them; they all reached the ladies’ room the septet was first busted smoking in. Two of them held Ali back while the other four held Tara down so Kelly herself could pull down Tara’s now used diaper for a bare-bottom spanking; more photos came with it. After an even two dozen spankings had been delivered to Tara’s bottom, Ali finally managed to get free as well as Tara just as Kelly’s coach and the principal of the school showed up to rectify the situation; the following was issued to them: the first full week of school in the form of detention for Kelly’s six accomplices and Kelly herself was stripped of her status and expelled after Ali explained the situation. The coach selected Michelle Walters as Kelly’s successor before the squad departed for dinner at Old Country Buffet with Ali keeping an eye on Kelly and Tara right beside her; Ali personally selected their table. Kelly informed her sister that all Tara is allowed to eat/drink is baby nourishment, but all she has is her massive bottle of formula so she has no choice to drink it while everyone else helped themselves to the buffet; Tara sank into her seat and drank her bottle. Ali refused to leave Kelly with Tara so she took Tara with her to keep them as separate as possible, though she felt bad for Tara since she’s forbidden to eat like a normal teenager; she soon saw tears fall from Tara’s eyes. Getting back to the table, Ali got Kelly’s attention before she got too much further into the conversation she was having with her friends; Kelly shot her an annoyed look.

“As soon as you and I are done eating, we’re going back to Tara’s house” Ali told her sternly; “After the way she’s been getting treated recently, she needs to mentally recuperate.”

“I have a better idea” Kelly snapped angrily at her older sister; “You can take over with the baby, but I’m not going anywhere with you; I still have a promise to fulfill.”

“You can’t do that with a wiped memory card” Ali said with a wicked grin holding her sister’s camera; “I wiped it while the faculty held you and your posse away from Tara; she needs a friend right now.”

“The photos you wiped out were the ones from my birthday” Kelly quipped smartly; “I already uploaded them onto my computer anyway, so it’s no real loss; the school newspaper will love to see to it that baby Tara’s going to be put in the daycare center across from the school.”

“You’ll regret that” Ali snapped angrily as she got up and proceeded to take Tara home.

“No I won’t” Kelly responded in her usual smartass tone; “Her mom gave me permission to humiliate her in any way I want.”

Ali stomped off in a huff to do as she first set out to do: take Tara home. She transferred Tara’s car-seat from Kelly’s Camry to her own Prius before fastening Tara herself into her seat; Tara needed to burp again which Ali fixed. With Tara strapped in, Ali went onto the road to go back to Tara’s house with Tara guiding her back towards the school and the final ½-hour back towards Tara’s house; they went inside without an incident. Tara finally finished her bottle so Ali took it to the kitchen and washed it out before storing it in its proper place; another burping session was called for which met with some unexpected results.

“Sorry Miss Ali, there was too much in that bottle and I’ve been drinking it all evening” Tara explained while crying.

“It’s not your fault, sweetie” Ali replied soothingly with a hug; “You’re right though, that was too much formula and you shouldn’t have had to drink it all at once; the spit-spit was the end result.”

Ali gave her a kiss on her forehead before proceeding to clean up the mess from Tara’s latest burping session, which was in no way her fault; she removed Tara’s clothes before cleaning up the mess. Tara sat on the couch while Ali got the bulk of the mess up before applying some Spot Shot where it was needed; dressing Tara for bed came afterwards. The first measure of dressing Tara for bedtime was a diaper change which Kelly didn’t bother to do since her spanking resulting in a rash with red marks from the spanking session; ointment was applied where it was needed.

“I’ll make sure Kelly’s punished at home even worse than she was on Memorial Day weekend” Ali assured her charge; “I’m also going to take over on you to ensure that any further payback doesn’t happen to you.”

Tara’s diaper was completely changed so she was allowed to at least sit up to be dressed in a nightie for bed; Tara’s tears got more constant to the point of soft sobs.

“What’s wrong Tara?” Ali asked her with concern.

“I wish I was never curious about this” Tara answered through her soft sobs; “It’s my fault this is happening.”

“No it’s not” Ali replied in an attempt to comfort her charge; “I don’t care who says it’s your fault, but it’s not; everyone wants a chance to be a little kid again but most people most likely didn’t have a good childhood in the first place.”

Tara wrapped her arms around Ali in the form of a hug as her sobs got more frequent which definitely got Kathrine’s attention; she returned Tara’s hug with cuddles.

“It’s okay Tara, go ahead and cry; just don’t hold back anything” Ali soothingly urged her.

Tara continued to cry while being held in Ali’s arms and even getting louder, but Ali didn’t care about it; she just wanted Tara to let it all out. She would eventually cry herself to sleep, so Ali tucked Tara into bed and even kiss her goodnight before turning on the baby monitor and leaving; Tara never woke up once until morning.

BTS, something might’ve been revealed even as Pat returned home; Pat may have been sober but she got a break from Tara. Also, I think it is best I point out why I brought in a bully: I was bullied myself while I was a schoolboy, so an added conflict was necessary. With that now out of the way: did Pat truly know Tara’s history with Kelly? Have answers been discovered as to how Pat intends to keep Tara in diapers permanently? BOLO for these answers in the next installment SAME DIAPER-SITE SAME DIAPER-STORY

To Be Continued

Part 15 original—Part 3 on Kaidus road

Tara was unable to hold anything in her sleep which made her panic as she woke up the following morning; she expected herself to be wet, but now she’s woken up messy. She started to cry again just as Pat came into her room, but her nose immediately caught onto the problem; she laid Tara down immediately so she could change her diaper properly. Tara opened her mouth to say something, but Pat just popped a pacifier into her mouth;

“Little babies should be seen and not heard” was what Pat said in an angry coo.

While getting her diaper changed, Pat noticed the red hand-marks on her bottom, which led to the conclusion that Tara was spanked sometime the day before; she looked at her big baby girl with a raised eyebrow.

“Was my baby girl naughty at some point yesterday?” Pat asked with an accusing coo.

Tara tapped her pacifier telling her mom that she wouldn’t be able to speak clearly with it in her mouth and needs it removed; Pat gently pulled it out.

“Kelly spanked me and even photographed me in that position as well as others” Tara started completely upset and miserable; “She saw what you presented to her as an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for payback.”

“I’ll take that as a yes unless there’s more” Pat replied still slightly angry; “Is there more?”

“Yes mommy” Tara started to answer still holding back her strongest sobs as her bottom gets lifted; “The payback was for getting her in trouble on Memorial Day weekend; she and six others were smoking in the ladies’ room at school.”

“Well, it serves you right for not minding your own business” Pat cooed her scolding while still wiping her daughter’s bottom; “You should’ve ignored it and went about your business; they would’ve gotten in trouble for it eventually.”

“The popular crowds’ misbehavior is always ignored; you know that” Tara whined as she completely lost control of her sobs.

Pat replaced Tara’s pacifier before continuing the task of changing her diaper, which took a little longer considering how messy she was; one of her few remaining Attends was put on her.

“You’re running low on diapers baby” Pat cooed at Tara; “Good thing mommy ordered some more online; the best part is the ones mommy ordered are much cuter than the ones you currently have and they’ll be here before the day is over, so you won’t have to worry about that.”

The phone rang so Pat left her daughter to answer it and made sure to lock the door to ensure Tara wouldn’t be able to leave; Tara hung her head in shame and started to cry again.

Pat got to the nearest phone to answer it before the answering machine got it; “Hello?”

“Good morning Ms. Carter” Kelly said into the receiver; “If you need a sitter for your daughter, I’m sorry to say I can’t do the job; I’m grounded for yesterday.”

“Yes, Tara told me about it” Pat replied sounding disappointed; “I hope Tara did indeed learn her lesson on not butting in on other people’s business.”

“Only time will tell” Kelly told her questioningly; “I take it you met my sister Ali.”

“Yes I did” Pat confirmed; “She yelled at me for what I’m doing to her at the moment and even for conspiring with you to teach her these lessons; I don’t intend to stop any time soon.”

“I only know of her curiosity about being a being a baby, but is there some other reason you’re doing this to her?” Kelly asked feeling a little scared.

“There is” Pat started to answer; “Whenever I look at her, I see her father who raped me and was forced to marry since her conception; I especially enjoy humiliating her as much as possible.”

“Wow, and I thought some other people’s lives were fucked up” Kelly responded completely surprised; “Is there anything I can possibly do?”

“Just send me those photos you took and I’ll take over” Pat answered; “I’ll especially be able to show them to her current friends as well as her grandparents during this week, weekend and next weekend; friends first, my parents this weekend and her late-father’s parents next weekend.”

“Sounds fun to me” Kelly responded with a few wicked giggles.

“I’ll also make sure she never forgets this summer” Pat started in a wicked tone of her own; “She’s going to be in diapers for the rest of her life; everything I’m using to make her bottles with must be working at a faster rate than I thought.”

“Just be careful nobody else knows about those things” Kelly warned her favorite victim’s mother; “If anyone finds out about them, you might get charged with child abuse.”

“I see your point” Pat replied with concern of her own; “Hopefully, I’ll still have time to get the diuretic, laxative and stool softener containers covered before somebody goes snooping around for them.”

“You might want to hurry” Kelly said with urgency; “Ali already left and is looking to take Tara to her dorm downtown; she’s studying to become a pediatrician.”

The two broke their connection so Pat could make haste and cover what was needed to be covered since she already made Tara’s final doses in the form of formula; Kathy and Ali were right outside searching by the time she got downstairs. Pat was in full panic-mode by this point since they’ll discover what she’s been using to make Tara’s formula in only a matter of time which means she had to do something to keep them busy long enough to hide everything; she was in a real jam. Tara’s crying started getting louder so that gave Pat the biggest idea she could get: have them take Tara and go somewhere despite the spanking she got yesterday. She went outside to get the two ladies and invite them inside while she fetched Tara; the two sat on the sofa to wait.

Pat went to Tara’s room to find Tara herself curled up in a ball crying miserably, but Pat wouldn’t have it so she pulled out an outfit to dress her in; she got Tara’s attention.

“Awe, what the matter baby?” she asks not letting her distress show.

“I want this to end; when will it?” Tara asks while answering.

“The baby treatment, humiliation or what?” Pat asked sounding confused but not showing it.

“Everything” Tara answered through sniffles.

“You being treated will end on the first day of school, but the humiliation will continue even as that day comes” Pat answered sounding enlightened but not really; “You see, you’re going to be in diapers all through the school year and mommy’s going to make certain of that; it serves you right for lying to me last weekend. Now I have a few things to do, so you’ll be going out with Auntie Kathy and Miss Ali for a while; your formula is already made in advance so don’t worry about it.”

Pat proceeded to get Tara dressed and even put her hair into twin-braided ponytails before taking her downstairs; Ali was present but Kathy wasn’t.

“Ms. Kathy’s in the bathroom” Ali explained.

“When she’s out, you two can take Tara out for a day” Pat said in response; “I have quite a bit to do and don’t want to stop frequently; I hope it isn’t a problem.”

“It won’t be” Ali replies as the sound of a toilet flushing is heard; “How long do you want us gone?”

“As long as she’s back before bed, I’ll okay the time you’re out” Pat answered smiling as Kathy re-entered the living room.

“Is her bag packed?” Kathy asked; “We might be gone for a while which is why I’m asking.”

“I’ll handle it” Pat indirectly answered as she lifted the almost empty diaper bag; “If you’re driving somewhere, you can get her situated; I’ll bring out the bag as soon as it’s ready.”

Ali and Kathy take Tara out to Kathy’s Dodge Durango where Aimee and Kayla were taking a nap in their respective seats with Ali opening the door as softly/quietly as possible for Tara to get in and be seated; her car-seat was already placed in. Her seat was between those belonging to Kayla and Aimee so once she was placed in and strapped in, Pat came out with Tara’s packed up diaper bag; Ali accepted it from the front passenger side. The five were soon underway with Tara wondering what’s going on, but can wait until they get to where they’re going to find out what’s on the day’s agenda; Kayla and Aimee held Tara’s hands (one each) the whole way. Along the drive, Tara looked out the windshield to find out that they were headed for the zoo which was Kayla’s most favorite place on the planet to go to, which made Tara smile a little since she hasn’t been to the zoo in years; she was emotionally mixed up about the trip.

“Tara, are you okay?” Aimee asked concerned.

“Not really” Tara started to answer; “I don’t know what my mom’s planning and frankly, I don’t want to know; she seemed real eager to get me out of the house when you all showed up?”

“Has she been doing anything to you?” Ali asked also worried.

“To be honest, I have suspicions about it, but I can’t confirm anything without proof” Tara answered feeling another urge to cry again; “She might be doing something to keep me in this state or at least diapered for the rest of my life, but I need to find proof before I confront her about it myself.”

“I have a confession sweetheart” Kathy started sounding guilty; “Ali and I were digging through the dumpster to try and find the proof you need so we can back you up on it; I actually found it and took pictures: she’s been feeding you diuretics, laxatives and stool softeners. I don’t know how, but the only thing I can come up with is that she’s been using them to make your bottles of formula; I can’t prove it though. Do you feel the urge to go at any time?”

“To be honest, no” Tara answered feeling tears well up in her eyes; “Judging from you just said, it might be all the proof I need; do you have the photographs with you?”

“There in my camera’s memory card” Ali answered with assurance; “We’ll get a lawyer and get you away from her if it’s the last thing we ever do.”

“We can discuss that later” Kathy said abruptly; “Right now, Tara needs to recover emotionally and this trip to the zoo will do just that; what did Tara’s mom pack?”

“I see six bottles, four diapers, a tub of wipes, a bottle of powder and ointment” Ali answered still looking through Tara’s diaper bag; “There’s also a note here:

‘My explicit instructions are that I expect to see six empty bottles by the time she gets back; I ran out of baby food for her so I hope you have enough for both Kayla as well as Tara.

Pat’

It seems Ms. Carter is intent on making sure she gets her nourishment through baby means regardless.”

“You’re right” Kathy replied somewhat disgusted; “Unfortunately, I don’t have enough baby food packed for both Kayla and Tara; I don’t intend to have her eat any more baby food anyway.”

“I’ll spot her” Ali tells her; “Tara, the only baby-related nourishment you’ll be getting is your formula; I’ll be paying for your food which will be real food.”

“Thank you; both of you” Tara said before her urge to cry completely surfaces.

Aimee found a travel pack of tissues next to her in the door-slot so she got it and handed it to Tara which Tara thanked her for; she dried her eyes and blew her nose just as they pulled into the zoo’s parking lot. Kathy got a two-seat stroller out of her trunk before she and Ali got the two smaller girls out of the car; Kathy put them in the stroller while Ali got Tara out. The five of them went to the entrance of the zoo with Kathy and Ali paying the combined admission fee before entering together; the mammal exhibits were the first to be seen. Kayla was clapping her hands when they stopped at the monkey cage since she always got a kick out of seeing the monkeys do monkey business (joke) as much as she wanted a monkey to make a monkey out of her (another joke); Aimee wanted to go see the elephants. Upon arrival, Aimee kept singing the elephant song from Barney with Kayla singing along at the right times even as the chorus of children started to join in following the Johnson girls’ lead; the aviary was Tara’s choice after seeing the remaining mammals. The birds of the aviary were flying around their designated areas with the onlookers making their oohs and aahs as each bird ranging from the graceful American Bald Eagle to the scavenging buzzard; the penguins even had a show going. Kathy said it was time for lunch which was good because Tara didn’t have breakfast so she was very hungry so the five ladies went to the café to eat; Kathy got a grilled cheese and milk for Aimee as well as a good-sized salad and water for herself before Tara asked for a cheeseburger with all the fixings and Ali wanted a sub and water. Kathy and Ali paid for their own and their charge’s respective meals before going to a table to have their lunch; Kathy started feeding Kayla who’s still in the stroller. Ali and Tara were next to one-another with Ali having two of her bottles ready for her after she has her burger like Kathy put Aimee’s milk to a side for after she has her grilled cheese; Kayla was done so she could have a bottle. Kathy started to eat with them talking about the penguin show during their meal which they all enjoyed very much; Aimee was allowed to have her milk a moment later. Tara finished her burger so after she wiped her face of all the condiment residue, Ali gave her the first of three bottles; Tara was allowed to lean into Ali’s embrace for the moment. Ali voluntarily held Tara’s bottle as she nursed it all the while making sure to face away from the other zoo visitors to at least minimize Tara’s level of embarrassment; Ali told anyone who would ask about that she’s going through regression therapy. Tara was given her second bottle as Kathy put Aimee back into her seat of the stroller to pass the time for Ali to feed Tara her second bottle; Ali made sure to burp Tara when she finished.

“Feel better?” Ali asked Tara.

“For the moment” Tara answered; “Where do we go next?”

“What say we go to the Reptile House?” Kathy asked them.

It was agreed so Ali walked with Tara to the Reptile House while Kathy pushed Aimee and Kayla in their stroller the whole way; the signs pointing the way were of massive help. They arrived at the exhibit, but Kathy had Ali and Tara bend down with Kayla and Aimee to tell them that it’s time for an inspection and change if necessary; they went to the ladies’ room for a more discreet inspection because of Tara’s embarrassment. All three needed a change so Kathy changed Aimee before Tara changed Kayla and ended with Ali changing Tara; they were in the handicapped stall which had the changing station which Tara was grateful for. Tara didn’t want to take the chance of the station falling off of the wall, so she decided to remove her skirt for Ali to change her; Kathy held her skirt. Upon completion, Ali threw away Tara’s used diaper as Tara herself put her skirt back on before they all exited the ladies’ room together after Aimee and Kayla were strapped back into the stroller; they returned to the Reptile exhibit. The three taller women took turns reading about each reptile that was on display to Kayla and Aimee while they were at the right terrarium; the insect/arachnid exhibit followed in the same manner before they called it a day. Back at the car, Kayla, Aimee and Tara were strapped into their respective car-seats before Kathy and Ali got into their respective front seats and they were off for dinner; the rear passengers fell asleep. Tara and the little girls were woken up by Ali and Kathy to discover they arrived at Golden Corral for dinner with Kayla and Aimee being put into highchairs for the meal; they got in line soon after. All five got the buffet with Aimee having more milk to drink as Kayla and Tara had their bottles with Kathy and Ali asking for sweet tea; Ali chipped in for Tara and herself just like during lunch at the zoo. The little ones were serviced first after a table was selected for their needs so that they had three chairs for the taller ladies and room for the little ones’ rolling-high-chairs (high-chairs with wheels); Tara was left at the table. Ali took Aimee just as Kathy took Kayla to get their servings as well as their own, but Tara was slightly sad because she didn’t have anyone to talk to; she almost felt like crying being left alone for the time they were gone. The others came back and saw that Tara had a look on her face that said she felt like crying; Ali immediately rushed to her and hugged her.

“Awe Tara, we’re sorry for leaving you here alone” she said soothingly as Tara dropped a few tears; “After what’s been happening to you lately, you shouldn’t have to be alone regardless of the situation; I’ll go with you as you get your first serving.”

Tara got up still teary-eyed with Ali walking with her through the buffet as she selected her first serving: salad, lasagna and a roll; they went back to the table afterwards. The two sat down next to one-another as Kathy just finished feeding Kayla her serving of mac-&-cheese so she (Kathy) started to eat her serving of sliced roast beef; Aimee was eating some spaghetti. Ali and Tara began to eat their respective dishes with Tara feeling better about the circumstances; she wished she could have some tea like her watchers. She finished her serving so she was given her other three bottles one at a time with Ali sticking to her story of regression therapy just like at the zoo; a few burps were called for between the drinking/alternating processes. Kayla and Aimee were taken up for dessert with them grabbing their bags this time and even leaving a note for the waitress to tell her that they’ll be back with their desserts; Tara was permitted to get dessert as well. They returned to the table just as the waitress arrived to remove the dirty dishes/flatware for them which made her confirm the note that she found; she was thanked as she went back to work. They all ate their desserts with Kayla being served her ice cream before she had her double-fudge brownie; Aimee and Ali got some banana pudding with Tara having some Key Lime Pie. They each took their time to enjoy their desserts and since Tara’s bottles were empty, Kathy and Ali were safe despite her not having any baby food in her system; the bottles of formula have been enough in their minds. They finish with both Ali and Kathy leaving $5 for a tip to the waitress before they leave the restaurant to go home; Tara needs to be dropped off first. Along the way to the car and during the whole drive, Tara was holding her diaper bag the whole time to ensure it wouldn’t be left behind even as she was strapped into her seat; she fell asleep again as the drive was soothing enough to do so. She woke up to find herself having arrived at home with Pat getting her out before putting her car-seat back into her own car and taking Tara inside to put her to bed; Tara wound up completely using her diaper while waiting. Pat finished the swap so she was able to take Tara into the house since it was her bedtime; she had to hold her nose because Tara pooped earlier.

“Smells like baby girl needs her diaper changed” Pat cooed at her daughter which made Tara not want to look at her mother.

The two entered Tara’s room for Pat to change Tara’s diaper, but she proceeded to open the window and turn on an air purifier considering how stinky her bottom was; she opened Tara’s diaper and both of them winced.

“Whew, what a stinky baby you are” she cooed making a stinky face with a hand being waved in front of her nose; “Now for mommy to get those poopies so you don’t get a rashie.”

Pat completely takes her time wiping Tara’s bottom clean of all the ‘poopies’ before applying ointment and powder following a fresh diaper; she decided to double diaper her in anticipation of a massive load the following morning.

“You have only one diaper left now” Pat started to coo at Tara; “Your new ones will be arriving tomorrow so there’s nothing to worry about.”

She cleaned up from the change before tucking Tara into bed for the night and removing the changing pad that she was lying on; she left immediately before Tara cried herself to sleep.

Sorry it took so long, but I hit some writer’s block on how to handle the opening of the installment; I figured out how to do so earlier. Also, there might be some discrepancy such as a change in Pat and Tara’s surname so if it does appear that way, I do apologize; I tried to backtrack to find out if I gave them one or if jwu272 did in the original but didn’t see it. With that now out of the way, are Ali and Kathy able to get Tara away from Pat with the photos Tara took? Does Kelly (Ali’s sister) still have the photos she took of Tara in her infantile state? BOLO for these answers and more starting in the next installment SAME DIAPER-SITE SAME DIAPER-STORY

To Be Continued

This is going to be the final installment of my takeover and rest assured: a summary will become the installment’s close-up to answer as many unanswered questions as possible.

Part 16 original—Part 4 on Kaidus Road

Pat was the first to wake up the next morning since her packages were due to arrive, so she had to wait up for the delivery guy to ring the doorbell; it happened at exactly 7:45AM. She signed for them after checking the invoice making sure that everything was there:
?100 ABU Sissy diapers
?36 Bowel Incontinent Inducing suppositories
?3 Jars of Diuretics

Once checked and signed for, she paid for the delivery and sent the package person on their way so she can attend to Tara; she went upstairs right away.

Tara woke up with massive discomfort in her tummy feeling like she was about to explode despite that her diaper would undoubtedly hold the entire mess that was bound to occur; her mother opened the door and looked at her.

“If baby needs to poopy, go right ahead” Pat cooed at her almost sternly; “Mommy will change you when you’re done, so take all the time you need; mommy needs to take the measures to change you anyway.”

Tara pouted at what she said, but continued to hold her mess in until she could get to the bathroom and let go in the toilet; Pat saw her point to the bathroom door.

“Babies don’t know how to use a potty and you’re a baby” she said in a scolding manner before going up to Tara to press on her belly until she let go which only took around five seconds; “Don’t you feel better after letting it go?”

“No” Tara answered in misery before starting to cry; “I wanted to use the toilet for the first time in an eternity, but you wouldn’t let me.”

“Well, you wanted to be a baby so mommy gave you your wish” Pat replied equally stern as she slipped the changing pad under Tara’s stinky bottom to change her diaper; “Beyond that, you lied to Mommy so you’re going to be punished for doing that; you’ll be alone forever even when I’m gone.”

Tara completely started to cry all through the diaper change while not letting the stench from her own bowels bother her; Pat on the other hand looked like she was going to puke. The completely used diaper was placed into a plastic bag to be disposed of along with the wipes that were used to wipe Tara’s bottom; Pat applied powder and rubbed it in harshly before fastening Tara’s last Attends diaper around her lower waist.

“All done and no more stinkies” Pat cooed in Tara’s face before backing up; “Mommy will be back up here to get you for breakfast; she expects you to be in a better mood when she gets back up here.”

She tidies up Tara’s bed before leaving to cook and dispose of the plastic bag filled with Tara’s mess-contained diaper and wipes; Tara was so miserable that she wanted to die.

Pat started making breakfast consisting of three pancakes, bacon and sausage for herself with diuretic-contained formula for Tara; it was all she would permit her for the moment. It was 8:05 when everything was ready so Pat went to get Tara so they could have breakfast and get ready for their outing at the mall; Tara was scared stiff.

“Your new diapers came in this morning while you were still asleep” Pat told her; “Mommy will be packing them into your diaper drawer and a few into your diaper bag so we can go out and show you to your friends; doesn’t this sound fun?”

Tara hung her head in misery before giving her mother a simple answer: “No it doesn’t”

Pat looked at her which a stern look, placed her fork down and took Tara’s chin to look at her right in the eye to speak:

“You don’t have a say in the matter” she told Tara sternly; “Mommy doesn’t care if you don’t like it, so get use to it; you don’t have the right to make decisions for yourself anymore. Now drink your formula, or I’ll make you drink it by force; you’ll drink it one way or another.”

“I’d rather go hungry all day” Tara said with an angry pout.

Pat grabbed a bottle and held it in Tara’s mouth while making sure she drank it and didn’t spit it out no matter what happened; Tara gave up and drank it. She brushed away her mother’s hands and held it on her own under protest while her mother ate real food in front of her much to Pat’s delight and Tara’s dismay; Tara finished the bottle and placed it on the table.

“Isn’t it easier to do as mommy says?” Pat asked still stern with her decision.

“It’s more easy if there’s mutual gain in it” Tara answered wanting to cry again.

“There was mutual gain in that” Pat told her flat-out; “You drink your formula as mommy tells you to and you get a full tummy; isn’t that fair?”

“I’d rather be done with this whole thing” Tara told her equally flat-out; “You’ve taken all the fun out of what it means to be a baby, so if you won’t end it I will with or without your consent.”

“Wrong answer” Pat responded angrily as she got Tara out of the highchair and spanked her in three sets of ten on her diapered bottom; one set with her hand, a paddle and a hairbrush each. Tara completely broke down into tears as Pat didn’t let up for even so much as a minute to make sure she got her daughter’s attention; she stopped shortly afterwards.

“Mommy expects you to be a good girl for the entire time we go out today” Pat told her daughter sternly; “If you don’t, your next spanking will be even worse than the one you got.”

“Are you going to end this if I am?” Tara asked without hesitation earning her a smack across her face.

“NO I WILL NOT!” Pat answered with a yell; “YOU WILL DO AS I SAY WHETHR YOU LIKE IT OR NOT; DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”

“I WISH YOU WERE NEVER MY MOTHER!” Tara yelled back in anger before attempting to storm off.

Her efforts were futile as Pat grabbed her and put her back over her knee, removed her diaper and tripled her spanking in the same fashion as she did earlier; Tara’s bottom was blistering by the time it ended. Once it had, Pat removed some of the special suppositories from the little package they came in and started to shove them up her anal canal in order to completely finish what the laxatives started since they apparently didn’t work like they should’ve; Tara was completely broken by this point and gave up fighting.

“You won’t be able to hold your poopies after these pills work their magic” Pat cooed wickedly at her sobbing daughter.

After inserting the entire package inside, Pat used a menstrual pad flipped over on the adhesive side to keep them inside until they can be dissolved completely before lifting Tara’s final Attends diaper back in place; she went to get Tara a second bottle of formula afterwards.

Tara was done fighting so she drank it down without any more fight in her but sniffles and tears were still present the whole time she drank the formula; Pat looked at her watch timing the diuretics effects. Tara slowly nursed her bottle despite her mother’s constant looking at her watch as she herself ignored the pain in her diapered bottom from not only the massive spankings she got, but from whatever was shoved up her bottom afterwards; she finished it in half an hour.

Pat took Tara’s bottle to place in the sink before taking Tara herself back upstairs to get her dressed for their trip to the mall including the usual pigtails going in her hair; the task was finished in a little over ten minutes. She brings Tara into the living room to let her sit back down while she herself packs her diaper bag; Tara’s bottom was really beginning to hurt by now.

“Look baby; your new diapers came in this morning” Pat cooed at her daughter while showing Tara one of her sissy diapers; “It’s so much cuter than the one you’re wearing as we speak.” She noticed Tara clutching her rear end tightly while fidgeting; “Awe, does baby need to make a stinky?”

“Yes mommy” Tara answers miserably through sobs of pain; “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“You won’t be able to hold it anymore starting…” Pat started as she looked at her watch again; “Now.”

Tara’s bottom exploded in a torrent of mess which made her bladder give out as well making Tara cry harder than when she was getting her massive bare-bottom spanking; Pat simply waited until Tara knew she finished letting it out.

“Yuck” was all Tara was able to muster as the final bit of everything finished coming out.

Pat came over with the same diaper she pulled out earlier to show Tara with a changing mat and laid it out before laying a completely defeated Tara on it to change her diaper; Pat opened it up right away to clean her up.

“Whew, you’re a very stinky baby” she cooed making Tara cry harder.

Pat simply placed a pacifier into Tara’s mouth before proceeding to wipe Tara clean of her entire emptying out; it took an entire pack of wipe-tub refills to do the job. She didn’t bother with applying anything to Tara’s bottom and just simply fastened the two tabs of her new diaper together around her waist before tidying up from the change; Tara spat her pacifier out because it didn’t give her the least bit of comfort. While disposing of the entire poopy mess, Pat lost control and ran to the powder room before throwing up all over the floor; she made it just in the nick of time. After a few minutes, she rinsed out her mouth at the sink after flushing the toilet and before getting another package of suppositories to look and see how many at once she had to administer before Tara completely lost control of her bowels; it said three times daily but she used an entire package on her to speed up the process due to the lack of patience. She placed the package back where she got it, picked up Tara’s pacifier and diaper bag after placing the pad back inside it and getting Tara herself out to the car to get going; Tara never felt more like staying home.

The drive to the mall was a quietly long one since there were a lot of commuters on the road and traffic was a mess the whole time, but they finally arrived; Pat got her handbag before the diaper bag and Tara out. The pair walked to the entrance with Pat holding Tara’s hand as Tara herself just stared down at the ground the two walked on the whole way; Pat noticed it when they reached the entrance. She escorts Tara to the stroller rental area to get one big enough to accommodate for her size and gets her strapped in despite her constant fidgeting before going about what Pat had planned already; Tara’s friends were spotted outside of Macy’s.

Tara finds herself wheeled over to Macy’s where she recognized all of her friends behind her tears and hopes they can rescue her; her mom gets their attention of one in particular: Ashley Peterson. Ashley comes to Tara and Pat wondering what might be planned even though she gave up fighting it as of after breakfast prior to their arrival; Pat starts talking to her.

“Hi Ms. Turner” Ashley started with; “I don’t see Tara; is she in the ladies’ room?”

“Actually, no; she in here” Pat answered with a wicked grin tapping on the stroller’s hood making Ashley look inside.

Tara covered her face with her hands hoping that her best friend won’t coax her into looking at her which wasn’t the case; she simply took the stroller away from her mother.

“I think it’s time to let the cat out of the bag” Ashley started with; “Ms. Johnson and Kelly’s sister Ali already informed us of what you’re doing to her and we met up here with only one attempt: you’re under citizen’s arrest.”

“On what grounds?” Pat asked angrily.

“Child abuse/cruelty & assaulting a minor” Ashley answered just as angrily; “We might not be on time to stop you from keeping her in diapers for life, but we can certainly make sure you don’t make it any worse; (looking at the rest of their mutual group) grab her.”

Pat finds herself encircled and grabbed just as she kicked Ashley causing her to let go of the stroller with Tara still inside as it goes rolling into an empty elevator to go up to the top floor of the mall; Tara feels her newest diaper getting warmer and her bottom absolutely hurts. She reached the top floor to find three doors up there: the first on the left had a sign saying ‘Corporate Executives Only’; the door more/less right in front of her had its own sign that said ‘Roof’; the one on the right side had its own sign which read ‘Corporate Executives’ Child Care Center’. Even if she wasn’t trapped in the stroller, she didn’t want anyone to find her where she was despite the fact that she needed a change and some ointment for her bottom; she was also very much hungry.

The door to the daycare center opened up with a woman in a hybrid uniform of nurse & maid came out to find the elevator open and a stroller inside, but she didn’t know whose child it was; she brought the little one in straight away.

“Did someone send the elevator down and recall it?” she asked the other staff members who answered/asked ‘no, why’; “I found one of the mall-issue strollers inside of it and there sounds like a child in the stroller; we need to get the little one out.”

The nurse/maid opened up the stroller to find something completely unexpected to her and anyone else who knew about the weird delivery: a teenage girl is in the stroller dressed as a baby obviously in need of a diaper change.

Tara looked up at a woman who seemed to be the same age as her mother as soon as the hood of the stroller was pulled back; she had a look of confusion on her face.

“If you could please get me out of here, I’ll tell you everything” Tara offers through hiccup-related sobs.

“Of course, dear” the woman replies soothingly while freeing Tara from the stroller; “Is the diaper bag yours?”

“Yes” Tara answered through tears as she was freed at last; “My name’s Tara Turner and my mom Patricia went completely around two weekends ago.”

“My names Margaret Thatcher and I’ll get you taken care of” the nurse/maid soothingly assured the obviously distraught teenager.

Margaret got Tara out of the stroller and escorted her to the nearest vacant changing table after getting her diaper bag to change her as Tara relayed everything that happened good & bad from the weekend experiment to the moment she’s in now; Tara’s diaper was opened up revealing a very badly abused bottom.

“You poor thing” Margaret replied in sympathetic shock; “You’ll have to stay up here until your mom is apprehended by the mall’s security if she wasn’t already and your friends will be notified that you’re up here; I also found a pack of suppositories that are meant to cause bowel incontinence in the pocket which won’t be given to you.”

“I can’t thank you enough” Tara says gratuitously through her tears as Margaret took care of her; “I don’t just mean for changing my diaper, but for finding/shielding me from my insane mother.”

“You have nothing to worry about, dear” Margaret replied soothingly as she applied antibiotic ointment to Tara’s blistery bottom after wiping; “Is there anyone we can call to come get you?”

“There’s Kathy Johnson or Ali Mason” Tara answered through winces of pain; “Their respective numbers are in my mom’s cell, but it’s in her purse as far as I know.”

“I didn’t find it in your diaper bag, so that’s the only conclusion I can think of myself” Margaret replied while fastening on Tara’s new diaper; “I’ve never seen a diaper like this; what brand is it?”

“I don’t know” Tara answered; “My mom ordered them online, but I never saw them before via retail; only she has the answer.”

The two ladies shared in a hug right before Tara’s stomach roared loud enough to be heard by the entire room’s occupants; Tara blushed again.

“Well, that does seem to be another problem” Margaret said befuddled; “Let’s go get you something to eat; is there anything you particularly fancy or are allergic to?”

“Well, Chinese gives me diarrhea and Thai gives me nausea, but that’s about it” Tara answered beginning to calm down.

“How do you feel about Taco Bell?” Margaret asked.

“Sounds good” Tara answered as she walked to a table with a few other youngsters.

The very loud crinkling from her diaper made Tara feel extremely uneasy since it’s way too obvious what’s under her skirt; she was seated with a few other girls around her age.

“Hi, I’m Kristen” the first one started with intros; “On my left is Mandy (waves ‘hello’) and on your right is Bethany; what’s your name?”

“Tara” she answered growing red with more tears falling.

“What’s wrong?” Mandy asked worried.

“Did you hear what’s been happening to me while I was with Ms. Margaret?” Tara asks while holding back more sobs.

“No we didn’t” Kristen answered softly; “We never judge anyone without getting the whole story; we’re all ears.”

Just like with Margaret, Tara told her ordeal to the three girls she’s sitting with and why her mother’s doing it including making sure that she’s kept in diapers for life; Bethany immediately wraps her arms around Tara to hug her.

“That’s horrible” she said completely blunt; “None of those things gave her the right to do those things whatsoever; you have every reason to be miserable right now. Are you wearing one now?”

Tara simply nods her head and lifts up a part of her skirt to reveal a part of her diaper without drawing attention from any boys who might notice something out of the ordinary; Kristen and Mandy join in the hugging of Tara.

“How does she intend to keep you in diapers for life?” Mandy asked hoping she isn’t prodding or drawing attention.

“Margaret found a pack of suppositories in the bag my mom packed hoping that she’ll need to use them on me, but I doubt she will” Tara started to answer before her urge to cry started to get stronger; “As for my bladder, I don’t have the slightest clue; there might be diuretics in the bottles she’s been giving me for all I know.”

“If your mom comes up here looking for you, she’ll have to get through us first” Bethany declared without hesitation; “Every babysitter, teacher, etc. I ever had that made me angry would never want to be around me again after I retaliate and your mom will soon find out what I mean.”

Margaret comes back with what everyone requested for lunch including Tara’s Taco Bell request being a crunch-wrap supreme and 3-bean grilled stuffed burrito since she hasn’t had any real food all day; there was also a side of nachos with cheese dips.

Back in the security office, Pat was being interrogated by not only security, but also local LEOs who were called in on the scene; Tara’s friends were taken up to where she was. Throughout the entire interrogation, Pat demonstrated her sheer will to break Tara for the entire lie she told by keeping her as a baby until the first day of school and in diapers for the rest of her life; the police booked her on charges of assaulting a minor, disturbing the peace and psychological abuse of a minor. She was being taken out of the mall just as Kathy and Ali arrive to get Tara and her people to safety when it wasn’t really all that necessary; they were escorted to the corporate daycare where she was seen just finishing her lunch.

Tara noticed that all of her friends including Ali and Kathy had come to get her and take her home while Kathy got Tara’s bag and Margaret volunteered to return the stroller to the rental stand; they boarded the bus Ali drove herself and Kathy there in. Tara can feel everything going through her system and hopes that there’s even the smallest chance of being able to hold it long enough to get to a toilet when the time to void comes; she was getting more worried about it the whole way. As soon as Tara’s friends were dropped off, Ali drove Kathy, her girls and Tara back to their neighborhood where Tara remembered she never relinquished her house-key so she could open it up in a hurry since the need to void was drawing ever-so-closer; she soiled herself upon standing.

Kathy and Ali get Aimee and Kayla each as Tara went behind them before opening the door despite having to waddle inside; Kathy walked her girls back through the backyard as Ali laid Tara down to change her diaper.

“Tara, I’m so sorry we didn’t get there sooner” she started comfortingly; “If Kelly had confessed what your mom told her this morning, I would’ve been there a lot sooner; Ms. Johnson knew the best route to take.”

Tara was still in tears even as Ali completed the change and brought her up into her arms for a hug; Tara lost control of her sobs.

“It’s okay, Tara; you need this” Ali told her softly as Tara’s crying got louder by the moment; “That’s it, honey; let it all out.”

Tara had cried herself to sleep and had been ‘out cold’ for a few hours before waking up to find herself in her bed with all of the clothes meant for a ‘baby’ that fit her gone and new grownup clothes big enough to accommodate for her bulky underwear in their place; she breathed a heavy sigh just before Ali came into her room.

“Hi sweetie” Ali said softly in comfort as she comes up to sit with her; “You okay?”

“To be honest, I don’t know” Tara answered sleepily; “What happened while I was asleep?”

“There’s bad news and good news” Ali started to answer sympathetically; “The bad news is that the control over your bathroom functions are completely shot without any means of reversing the process; the good news is that your mother was committed to a psychiatric ward never to communicate with the outside world again.”

“That means I’m on my own, doesn’t it?” Tara asked mostly based on assumption.

“No it doesn’t” Ali answered confidently; “Ms. Johnson is preparing the room you were in the last time you were there as your permanent bedroom over there as we speak; she’s taking you in until you’re able to be on your own.”

“What’ll happen to the house?” Tara asked more confused than anything.

“It’s going onto the market for sale” Ali answered with assurance; “Since your mom did the bill paying, everything’s getting turned off by the end of the week and anything you don’t need/want can be sold, donated or discarded in general; Ms. Jonson, your friends and I are willing to help you move everything over there afterwards.”

Tara was so happy to be free of her psychotic mother that she gave Ali the biggest hug she could despite still being exhausted; she felt her diaper getting warmer.

“Uh-oh” she almost gasped; “I think I need to change.”

“I’ll get it, just lie back sweets” Ali almost cooed as she brought out everything including the changing pad.

She lifts Tara’s bottom to slip the pad underneath and change her diaper like she did earlier, only this one wasn’t as bad; Tara was soaked, but not messy. Ali softly hummed a soothing tune to Tara as a means of putting her mind to rest while changing her diaper; more antibiotic ointment was applied before powder and a fresh diaper was sealed around her waist.

“Thank you Ali” Tara said softly yet gratefully as she sat up to give Ali a hug; “It’s not just for changing my diaper twice in one day, but also for assembling the Calvary when you did; it means so much.”

“It’s not a problem honey” Ali replied with assurance while gently rubbing her back; “The important thing is that you recover from what happened to you before school starts back up; I understand you’ll be a senior this coming year.”

“Yes I will” Tara replied beginning to cheer up; “I’m getting hungry since that Taco Bell more/less went through me.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that” Ali cheerfully replied; “Ms. Johnson’s making lasagna at her house and should be ready any time; let’s go see her.”

Ali walked with Tara the whole way to Kathy’s house with Ali letting Tara know that Kathy has diapers for her at her house; they arrived without incident as Kathy and her girls greeted them with hugs/kisses.

“Hi Tara” Kathy started meaning only comfort; “Ali told me you had quite a nap after she changed you upon our return; feel better?”

“A little” Tara answered; “Ali also told me what happened to my mom along with the intentions of selling the house; I should also thank you for taking me in.”

“After everything, it’s the least I can do” Kathy replied soothingly; “Did Ali tell you there are plenty of diapers for you here?”

“Yes she did” Tara answered; “Despite the way they are, I should continue using these (revealing her ABU sissy diaper) before I use the others.”

“Yes, I couldn’t agree more” Ali responded thoughtfully while holding Kayla in her arms; “The ones Ms. Johnson has for you are called Abena and they’re the highest absorbency: level 4.”

“Dinner’s just about ready so there’s nothing to worry about” Kathy assured Tara before giving her a kiss on her cheek; “There’s also something absolutely important I need to tell you: even though you’re stuck in diapers permanently, it doesn’t change—no pun intended—anything in terms of how you’re expected to be: you’re a grownup no matter what anyone says.”

The timer goes off so Kathy and Ali go pull dinner out of the oven consisting of the lasagna and garlic bread with some salad; four plates were placed on the table with the right silverware.

“We know you haven’t had a lot of grownup food since this whole thing started, but that ends here” Kathy started trying to assure Tara; “There’s plenty of lasagna, garlic bread and salad here so you can have all you want.”

“Thank you so much” Tara replied on the verge of happy cries; “I realize it might be redundant, but I can’t begin to thank you enough; especially for you taking me in.”

“Knowing that your abusive mom is away from you is enough” Kathy soothingly responded while holding Tara in her arms; “I’ve also filled out any/all change in address forms to make sure any mail addressed to you comes here in advance; we’ll get what you want/need from your old house first thing in the morning.”

With the right places set up, the five women sat down to dinner with Aimee in her highchair to her baby food with everyone else to the lasagna, garlic bread and salad; Ali said the blessing before they started eating. All through the meal, nothing was brought up about the whole mess—no pun intended—she got into; even Aimee and Kayla avoided that subject. Tara made a list of what she wanted/needed to get from her old house to bring to her new one the following morning; Kathy writes them down while there’s a chance between bites. Ali offered to clean up when they were finished while Tara and Kathy got the little ones taken care of before dessert which consisted of cream-filled frosted cupcakes which were Ali’s favorite treat; Tara got a shower after the little ones were bathed. Kathy got Tara re-diapered before Tara got herself dressed for bed and all four went back downstairs for cuddles, cupcakes and tea with the little ones having milk; Tara selected a movie which was The Never-ending Story. The little ones fell sound asleep even before the movie got past the final portion of the nothing’s destruction which wasn’t a problem for Kathy since she had some help; Tara helped her since Ali had to leave. As soon as the little ones were tucked in for the night, Kathy did the same thing with Tara and even gave her another cup of tea before she went to bed for the night which wasn’t long; she was sound asleep in around five minutes.

The rest of the summer passed without a lot of trouble despite the fact that Kelly and her people who were busted not once but twice because of Tara got back at her with the photos she managed to save from what she considered certain doom; their parents put them in a school for bully rehabilitation. Pat/Tara’s house had been sold after getting everything out of it even as the final price of the premises was listed at $250,000; Kathy put it all in a bank account Tara had since she was a little girl. Word about Pat reached her parents from Tara herself with the entire explanation following her fate, but it didn’t change how they felt about her; they still loved her dearly. As school came back into session, Tara realized what happened to the photos Kelly took: she gave them all to the photo club and had the club run them in the first layout of the school paper; the principal made sure to address it to Kelly/Ali’s parents as he destroyed permanently. Kathy also recommended that Tara get changed by the school’s nurse in case she’s running late for class which the nurse was obliged to do; it was the least she could do as an apology on behalf of the school for her further being humiliated. Kathy also joined the PTA since Aimee started preschool for both of them; she still wasn’t potty trained though. Kathy took her to a doctor to get her checked out and discovered the reason why she couldn’t be potty-trained: her bladder & bowel muscle-control were nonexistent; the same result came later with Kayla. Pat completely went insane from her hatred of everyone she had ever come across and was restrained in a strait-jacket to not cause harm to anyone but that didn’t stop her from the ultimate act that did more than anyone thought: she repeatedly bashed her head into a wall until her skull was crushed causing a brain aneurism.

If there’s anything else I missed, you have but to ask

THE END

JuiceBox · December 6, 2020

I’m looking for a story that was posted here within the last few years about two older estranged sisters watching their parent’s house for a week or so. The older sister discovers the younger sisters love of diapers and for reasons disclosed later in the story she offers to help her indulge in it for a few days, playing with her, taking her to the drive thru, changing her diapers, etc. Throughout the time together, they learn to bond and love each other again.

I tried searching for this story a bunch of different ways using certain lines of dialogue or key moments in the story as keyword search terms, but to no avail. Does anyone remember this story and what it was called?

***UPDATE***

Found it. it was "Because of Morgan" by minachan16!

Thanks to all of those who may have helped with the search! Happy reading!

Edited December 6, 2020 by JuiceBox
Question answered

diddldum · December 6, 2020

Dear members,

the search for the story of JuiceBox has ended. He told

me that he found it himself. The story had the title

“Because of Morgan” (Author: Minachan alias minachan16).

In any case he thanked us so much for our efforts, although

he himself was the finder. Thanks Comrades (female or male)

and let's wait for the next task.+

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

BabyLock · December 7, 2020

Echoing and amplifying Diddldum comment about JuiceBox !

It is greatly appreciated when the OP returns after the story has been located refreshed and a shortcut

posted to read it.

Sometimes a story is right on the tip of the peak and is found easily and yet then at other times a lot

of time is spent in research of multiple websites for that story.

IMO it is bad karma not to return and reply about a story search - a few posts ago I spent some amount

of time finding the continuance of a story and NO kudos thanks !

The Search for stories is free and voluntary provided by your fellow members here.

There are thousands of stories out there over several websites some with better search functions to

find leads to a story quickly - and then there are the Archives that may have to be accessed sifting

aside dust and cobwebs of dormant files.

Simply put come back and check out the search in progress and of course thanks even if the story

is not resurrected - we may even find a similar one that may be a substitute for your pleasure !

BabyLock

diddldum · December 7, 2020

Dear BabyLock,

thank you for your nice additional words. They reminded

me that I forgot to give the other members a copy of the

searched story. Nearly always I attached my found stories

to my messages to multiply the spreading of knowledge

about stories that saw the light of day again after different

lengths of time. I hope that the attachment (first author Mina

Taylor - not Minachan - second author minachan16) will

make up for my neglect.

Sincerely yours

Diddldum

Because of Morgan 01-10 - by Mina Taylor.rtf Because of Morgan 01-10 - by minachan16.rtf

Busterpup · December 17, 2020

I’m looking for a short story. It was about a man who was seeing Dr House from the tv series. I don’t recall the reason why, but House injected Botox into the mans urethral sphincter and he became incontanant and had to wear diapers. Any help finding it would be appreciated.

Neversaynopanda · December 18, 2020

Hey all, I am looking for a story that I had found once on FoxTalesTimes (pre forum revocation and wipe) I want to say the author was firemane but don't take that to the bank. It's about a man who using a magical ritual has his soul and conscious put into a body of a toddler furry who had been in a coma for a year or more. Any help in finding that story would be much appreciated.

Sincerely

Panda

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