Stephanie’s Descent

[BabyMissyMcGee]

Thanks to everyone for their continued support! Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. I just finished with finals and am ready to dive back into this homage to the cruel diaper tales of yesteryear. Drop a comment and show some love or even send me a PM- despite the cruelty of the subject matter of my stories, I really am quite nice. Honest! 

 

Stephanie's Descent Part 6 - Stephanie's Punishment

 

Stephanie attempted to dig her heels into the plush carpet to stop her mother from dragging her out of the safety and privacy of her little sister's nursery. The problem was, Stephanie was too small compared to her mother's full, voluptuous figure. Karen yanked her stubborn daughter's arm with force, pulling the reluctant girl into the hallway.

Stephanie's jaw dropped as she shot a glance down the hall and saw two burly men in work jumpers hauling boxes into her room at the top of the stairs. Both men stopped and leered at the girl in squishy diapers and pigtails being dragged by her Mommy in what looked to be the makings of a temper-tantrum. She looked far too old to be in such dress, but her behavior certainly seemed to warrant her style. One of the burly men elbowed the other and started to snicker.

"Hey- would you get a load of that!" The man said with surprise and teasing in his voice.

"Wowwwww...I can smell her from here! Whelp, all of this makes sense now." The other worker responded with a gruff laugh.

Stephanie blushed so deep she couldn't even lift her eyes. 

"I'm sorry for the distraction, boys. This little girl is due for some just desserts, carry on." Mommy said with a wicked smirk on her face, as she proceeded to march her defeated, and demoted baby girl into the bathroom across the hall from the nursery.

Stephanie could hear the burly laughter echoing through the walls. She was practically thrown into the bathroom and gazed longingly at the toilet. The juxtaposition of her stinky, puffy, childish padding pushing the muck in between her legs and the pristine, white, adult-looking potty staring back at her made her feel all the more ridiculous and babyish. Karen began digging around in the bathroom cabinets grabbing horrible items from the drawers and placing them right in view of the humbled 26 year old in Pampers. First a bar of soap, then a pair of scissors; afterwards, what appeared to be some industrial-strength hair removal cream, quickly followed by a tub of vaseline and a red rubber enema bag and tube that made Stephanie's stomach drop. Mommy even removed from her apron pocket the dreaded paddle brush. Stephanie gulped and tried to distract herself from what was surely to come.

"M-mommy, w-what are those men doing...in my...room...?" Stephanie asked sheepishly, her adult confidence waning by the second.

"HUSH NOW, young lady! That is just about enough out of you! You are going to learn today how I am to be spoken to and respected in this house from this point going forward." Mommy boomed with confidence. The effects of this sudden strict baby discipline seemingly having an opposite effect on her. She was growing more cruel and domineering by the moment.

Stephanie gulped. The fear she felt toward her mother and the humiliation of the entire situation was overwhelming. But even worse than all that, Stephanie felt something...different. The further she seemed to spiral down into infancy, the more this tingle in her body grew. It started from her pussy and radiated to her stomach. Before she knew it, it felt as if she was charged up with static electricity. This deep, perverse lust for the pathetic baby treatments being enacted upon her only made her feel more shameful. The cycle started anew. 

Karen straightened her apron over her skirt and strode up to her daughter. Stephanie could barely meet her gaze. It felt as though Mommy was peering through her soul to see what a sad little baby loser had been awakened in her. Karen yanked at the tabs of her daughter's Sesame Street padding and let the messy diaper plop to the floor. Stephanie squealed in horror at how embarrassing this all was and tried to cover her tear-streaked, blushing face with her hands.

"Inspection time, baby girl!" Her mother announced with a boom in her voice.

Karen grabbed a package of wipes and lead the now naked-from-the-waist-down Stephanie over to the toilet. Mommy closed the lid of the potty, dashing any hopes Stephanie may have had of using it, and took a seat. She pulled her daughter over her lap and, without hesitation, began to twirl a cold, wet, baby-scented wipe in little Stephie's pert tushy. She inspected the wipe and found it to be dirty. 

Thrusting the poop stained baby wipe in Stephanie's face she tutted, "Well, you certainly are messy, young lady. But we already knew that."

Karen then gasped in a way that was so exaggerated it seemed as if she was feigning shock.

"What is THIS, little girl??" Karen questioned.

She ran a finger across Stephanie's tight, hairless slit and withdrew it. She rubbed her fingers together and held the wet evidence of Stephanie's arousal in her face. She was so turned on she was practically dripping down her leg. It is no wonder her mother discovered this latest transgression.

"Does my little Stephanie actually ENJOY being treated like this?! Oh that is rich! And it actually explains quite a lot. Most girls are out with boys, or heck, even other girls. But not my daughter. No, no, no- THIS is what turns her on!" Karen admonished but couldn't help to break into a laugh.

Stephanie tried to turn away, while still being bent over her mother's lap. She wanted to die in that moment. She had never been so utterly demeaned. She had also never been so positively horny in her life. Karen leaned down to whisper wickedly in her daughter's ear.

"You want this, Stephanie? Say the word and I can be more cruel and mean that your little heart can handle. I will thrust you into a world of babyhood so humiliating and all-encompassing that there will be no escape..." Mommy whispered seductively and evilly into her daughter's ear. 

Stephanie turned toward her mother aghast and exasperated. She had no words. Her pussy throbbed maniacally.

"M-m-mommy!" Stephanie said with a gasp.

Karen landed a firm swat on her daughters rear end.

"So be it! Call me a genie, little one- because I am going to make all your darkest wishes come true!"

Stephanie wiggled. She wanted to tell her mother to wait. She needed time to clear the fog of lust that had descended on her brain. This was all happening too fast. But Stephanie's spine was liquidating the further and further she descended in this madness and she could no longer find the words she needed to defend herself.

Karen clamped Stephanie firmly across her waist and began silently, but forcefully, paddling her bare ass with the paddle brush. Stephanie felt like her butt had been stung by a thousand bees at once. Stars danced in her eyes and all she could do when she had brief chances to catch her breath was choke out some sobs. When the paddling finish, Mommy instructed Stephanie to stand up.

"Now- that will teach you that Mommy's word in this house is the word of God. You will do as I say without hesitation, without question, or we can have a paddling like you just had every hour if we need to." Karen explained patronizingly.

It was all Stephanie could do to silently nod and rub her blazing cheeks as her mother laid down the law.

"Also- if I, or any other adult for that matter, am speaking to you, we do not expect a response back unless we ask it of you. No more raising objections or standing up for yourself. That privilege is longgggg gone, little miss. From here on out, I expect to hear 'yes Mommy' when referring to me, and the most perfectly sweet baby voice when asked to speak in any other regard. Let's bring back that lisp you had when you were two!" Karen teased.

She unwrapped the brand new bar of Dove soap and gripped in firmly in her hand.

"If you do not wish to speak appropriately for you new lot in life, you will receive this punishment without hesitation. Dirty mouths of little girls MUST be scrubbed clean." Karen spoke sternly.

She held the back of her daughter's head, pinched her nose and shoved the bar of soap in her mouth- scraping her teeth along the way. The soap was so bitter it burned. Stephanie moaned as the disgusting soapy suds worked their way down her throat. 

"Hold that in your mouth until I tell you otherwise, baby girl." Karen's tone had taken on motherly proportions that gave Stephanie chills. 

She stood, watching with dread as Mommy began filling the daunting enema bag with hot water. After what seemed like an eternity, Karen held out her hand expectantly and allowed Stephanie to spit the horrendous bar of soap from her mouth. She tossed the bar aside and clipped the large enema bag to the shower curtain bar over the tub. Stephanie could not help the tears falling from her eyes. What was wrong with her? How could she possible even think about enjoying something like this??

"Since you are such a dirty girl, Mommy will just have to make sure you are clean. Inside and out. Do not expect this to be a one-off, either, little girl. Enemas will become a frequent fact of life for you for the foreseeable future." 

Karen dipped the enema nozzle into the tub of vaseline and lubricated the tip liberally. Stephanie wanted the floor to swallow her up and she felt a vaselined finger slip up her tight butthole and twist around inside of her. Before she knew it, Stephanie felt the hot water filling up her insides. She began hopping from foot to foot as her mother set about tidying up the bathroom. The feeling of fullness the enema gave Stephanie started becoming unbearable. Soon, cramps wracked her intestines, causing her to sweat.

"Peee-YEW!" Karen exclaimed, picking up Stephanie's soiled diaper from the tiled floor. "Don't you dare think of making a mess in this bathroom, baby girl. You hold your water until Mommy tells you otherwise."

Stephanie groaned as the churning and cramping became more intense. Karen casually noted that her white apron was made dirty by Stephanie's babyish dirty, and remarked with a wink that she would have to get all-plastic aprons for dealing with her little one in the future. After nearly 15 minutes of torture, Karen slowly lifted the lid to the porcelain toilet and beckoned Stephanie over, after removing the enema nozzle. 

"Come sit and make poo-poos, little one. Enjoy this time on the potty- as it is all you will be getting for awhile." Karen spoke dripping with sweet condescending chirping reserved only for the tiniest of toddlers.

Stephanie almost ran to the potty, plopped down and expelled all of the dirty enema water with a long wet farting noise. She felt an instantaneous relief, then blushed hotly when she considered her situation. She cast her eyes down to her mother's sophisticated looking heals and she continued to push the dirty water out into the toilet. Karen tapped her toe expectantly.

"All done?" Karen asked with arms crossed.

Stephanie blushed and nodded meekly, pigtails bouncing from side to side. 

"Good!" Karen exclaimed. "That brings me to the matter of your hair. It is far too long for a girl your age. I love the idea of keeping you in permanent pigtails, little baby, but in bunches much, much shorter." 

Stephanie, shocked, opened her mouth to protest- but quickly recanted when she thought about the ordeal she had just been put through. Without warning, Karen grabbed the scissors and deftly lobbed off over half of each bunch of hair that sat atop Stephanie's head. Karen lead her shell-shocked daughter to the bathroom mirror. Stephanie started tearing up once again when she saw her new childish haircut. Her blonde pigtails only came down to the top of her earlobes now, making her look evermore like a petulant two year old. She was mesmerized by her own image in the mirror- so much so that she didn't even notice her mother donning large yellow rubber gloves behind her.

Karen turned on the water and let the tub begin to fill. She grabbed the staring Stephanie and spun her around to face her. 

"Your punishment is over, baby Stephanie, but your day is just beginning! Remember, any more objectionable behavior and we can go right back to punishing you like we did today. Let's get you all washed up and ready for your outing."

Stephanie was in a daze. Dumbfounded by this incredible turn of events. Yesterday she was a young lady grabbing life by the horns. Today she was degraded into being a dirty, humiliated baby girl. Her mother began covering her entire body in the industrial strength hair removal cream. From neck to toes Stephanie soon found herself slathered in every nook and cranny with the stuff. She felt a burn that grew more intense.

"I know you are already hairless, just like the baby you seem determine to be, little Stephy. But I thought I would help with keeping you free from any hair, well, anywhere! This stuff is the strongest on the market. It kills the hair follicles and should keep you as silky smooth as a baby for at least a couple of weeks."

Stephanie used to take pride in just how little body hair she grew. It made it easier for her to keep herself smooth for her boyfriend Mark. Now she felt downright infantile as she knew she would have not one errant hair to distinguish her as an adult to anyone who may catch her in this babyish state. She knew that a couple of treatments of this stuff would make it nearly impossible for her to grow anything on her body ever again. 

Bath time saw Karen scrubbing every crevice of her daughter with vigor. She brought a new definition to the phrase "squeaky clean". As Mommy polished her off with a fluffy terry towel, Stephanie had never felt so bare or naked in her entire life. Clean from her mouth, all the way to her tushy- she was given a firm smack on her tush and paraded out to the hallway, past the guffawing workers mysteriously milling about in her room, and back into the nursery. The smells and sights of the nursery in tandem with her completely violated and naked feelings stirred up some incredibly babyish sensations deep down in Stephanie's brain. Her mom scooped her up, saddled her on her hip and then deposited her gently on the soft plastic of the changing pad on top of the changing table. 

Stephanie's heartbeat quickened as she really mulled over her mother's words this morning...she would be having a "baby's day out". What could that possibly mean?? One part of Stephanie had no desire to know, but another, more sinister part couldn't wait to find out.

 

[Tld17]

Omg god this is so hot. You are so talented. I have never read anything this good

[Babytom948]

very nice

[kirababy]

Just caught up to this and am enjoying it - even with the fast pace it contains.   I wanted to comment after a couple of chapters ago, just before the moment Steph crossed the line of the crib rail.  What if....what if she had succeeded in being dry for that morning diaper check.  What else would her evil mommy have had up her sleeve?  Recall at that point, she had spent a ton of money on baby supplies for Steph...what would her next step/trap be to ensure Stephanie fell into her clutches?

Anyway, enjoying the thought of what a baby day out might look like, and if those delivery guys are really done yet.

 

[Guilend]

I had a feeling she couldn't keep her horniness from her mommy long. I can't wait till she has an orgasm in her dirty diapers in front of her mom. Maybe she'll beg to be allowed to. This is so hot. I love it.

[Tld17]

On 12/18/2020 at 7:34 AM, Guilend said:

I had a feeling she couldn't keep her horniness from her mommy long. I can't wait till she has an orgasm in her dirty diapers in front of her mom. Maybe she'll beg to be allowed to. This is so hot. I love it.

That is a good point. Cannot wait to see what happens next.

[Tld17]

I hope this story is going to continue 

[D503]

?

[Babytom948]

update?

[Tld17]

I messaged the author. She got back to me on Monday and said she would continue it but have not heard from her since.

[Guilend]

I hope she's okay.

[BabyMissyMcGee]

So as was discussed by some of you earlier here- I have given myself a little vacation during the holidays. Sorry for the delay, for those who were waiting for it, but I am back in the saddle once again and ready to continue Stephanie's humiliating, babyish ordeal. Thank you one and all for your patience, and thank you to each and every one of you who have continued to support me with your kind words of encouragement. Without further ado!

 

Stephanie's Descent Part 7 - Baby's Day Out Begins

 

Stephanie's mind swam as she nervously wiggled her tush on the cold, slick plastic of the changing table. She was so embarrassed, and scrubbed so well from the tip of her head to her toes, that she lay there as pink as a little piglet. Her face throbbed with humiliation. Her butt throbbed with the stinging pain of her paddlings. Her naked little pussy throbbed despite itself at this degrading ordeal she found herself in.

If she could only take a breath, a moment to gather her wits, she could try and sort this whole bizarre situation out before she fell any lower into what was shaping up to be an inescapable infancy. Little did Stephanie know, much like her baby desires had taken root inside of her so quickly and intensely, a similar, but opposite, desire was taking root in her mother. Karen absolutely loved bringing her daughter down a peg...or several pegs, for that matter. The more she disciplined, punished and humiliated her eldest, the more the fire inside of her to continue such treatment grew. Short of an act of divine intervention, there was nothing to stop this passion from cementing itself in Karen's very being before the day was through. If Stephanie could not physically remove herself from the proverbial thumb of her mother today, her fate would be as good as sealed. 

Karen milled about the baby nursery humming to herself with a permanent sadistic smile plastered on her face. She went about grabbing various supplies, some from the diaper bag she had brought in earlier. Stephanie closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening. Maybe if she just closed them long enough she would open them to find that this was all a bad dream. It was then the sinister voice in her head returned.

"Let's see how far down the baby rabbit hole goes, shall we? You know you want to see how deep into diapers you can descend..."

Stephanie let out a low whimper. She didn't want this, did she? She tried to conjure up the images of her adulthood, in an attempt to drown out the taunting of the mean little voice in her head. Walks on the beach with Mark, going out with friends to the club, enjoying a nice spa day...

"How long can you hang on to those memories, BABY girl? Huh?? How much baby treatment will you have to endure before they are replaced by images of your new, inescapable reality? Early bedtimes, baby shows on TV, dirty diaper changes, bottles of formula...how long until these things consume your mind and make your old life seem like a dream? Let's find out, shall we?" The wicked voice in her head spoke with acrid laughter.

As much as Stephanie lay on her baby sister's changing table in self-denial, her little tingling pussy was so wet she was dripping onto the plastic. The more she resented her position, the deeper the more it turned her on. She was becoming a slave to her most self-destructive desires.

"Okay!" Karen exclaimed in a perky tone that snapped Stephanie out of her introspection. 

She held in her hand what appeared to be an exact replica of Lily's baby diapers, complete with little baby bears, bottle and ABC blocks lining the top in infantile fashion. The plastic was pristine white and so crinkly it made tiny noises just being gripped her Mommy's hand. The biggest difference between this diapers and Stephanie's little sister's undergarments was that these looked so much bigger, wider and thicker it made Stephanie gulp. Never had such an innocent-looking item stuck so much fear in the heart of little Stephanie. 

"Let's get you ready for the day, widdle baby bug!" Karen teased in the most condescending tone Stephanie had ever heard. It made her further shrink into herself. She wanted to tell her mother to stop, but her already burning tushy warned her against it.

Mommy shook out and fluffed up the already dauntingly thick padding, and unfurled it. She hoisted Stephanie's legs above her head as she would any other real toddler and slid the diaper underneath her daughter. Stephanie couldn't help but lightly gasp as her butt was lowered onto the diaper, noticing a marked difference in the thickness and size. 

"Now, now- not a peep from you, little miss. You're only getting everything you ever wanted, cutie patootie!" Karen cooed at her babyish daughter, while plopping a pink Winnie the Pooh pacifier into her mouth to suckle. "Oh! I almost forgot! You know we just can't be too careful with a little faucet like you, baby girl."

With that Mommy produced two more large looking pads to stuff the inside of Stephanie's diaper with. 

"Thicker?! MORE padding??" Stephanie screamed inside.

Mommy popped some sweet-smelling wipes from their container and thoroughly cleaned her daughter's privates. 

"Tsk-tsk. Wet already I see. Well I guess I know one widdle girl who just can't WAIT to get diapered up by Mommy. Looks like I'm here in the knick of time!" Mommy admonished, commenting on Stephanie's clear arousal. Stephanie looked away, suckling her binky and blushing fire-engine red. 

Karen dipped her fingers into a jar of gooey vaseline and began to thoroughly coat little Stephy's vagina and butthole with the stuff. Stephanie squealed from the invasion. After the vaseline came the ever-pungent and slippery Johnson & Johnson's baby oil. All of this viscous liquid just further reminded Stephanie of her excitement and naughtiness. Her entire privates were covered with it now. Mommy then sprinkled some baby powder down there for good measure, still humming to herself as she wiped her hands. 

"There! Baby is allllll ready for her diapeyyyy..." Mommy practically chirped in her sing-songy voice.

She pulled the thick diapers between Stephanie's legs all the way up to her belly-button. The 26 year old turned baby felt as though she was practically swimming in padding. With deft fingers and a wealth of experience handling babies, Karen quickly taped Stephanie tightly into her, soon-to-be-regular, Pampers. Stephanie's legs were forced apart by the width and the thickness. This experience made her little sister's baby diapers feel positively like panties in comparison. 

Karen playfully smacked her diapered daughters inner thigh and commanded, "Sit up! Let's go."

Stephanie blushed hotly as she sat up and realized that even the most minute movement elicited a loud, incredibly babyish crinkle from her new underwear. Her pussy and ass felt warm and encased. With every movement, the soft padding was caressing and tickling her sensitive clit. Constantly teasing her. Controlling her with pleasure and humiliation. 

She slid off the changing table and onto the thick carpet, legs hobbled by her diapers. She could, at best, manage a pathetic little waddle with these Pampers on! 

"Arms up!" Mommy insisted. 

Almost automatically, Stephanie did as she was told, throwing her arms in the air. She felt smaller than ever. So small that it seemed like her mother had grown several inches, but she knew that sure it was just her imagination. Karen wasted no time in pulling a short, pastel yellow Winnie the Pooh shirt over her daughter's head to match the pastel pink Winnie the Pooh pacifier her daughter was now furiously suckling on. She then pulled a pair of short-alls from the chair nearby and instructed her daughter to step in the leg holes.

Stephanie grabbed her bending mother's shoulder for balance and crinkled babyishly as she stepped into what was to be the piece de resistance of her new outfit. The short-alls were light blue denim, with button snaps at the crotch (just like any toddler would have), and a cartoony appliqué of Pooh, Tigger and Piglet all looking joyous in the middle of the bib. The Winnie the Pooh motifs seemed to taunt Stephanie with their smiles and laughter. She shuddered as her Mommy pulled the short-alls up and hooked the straps around her shoulders. It fit like a glove. How did her mother get so many supplies so quickly? She must have paid a fortune to rush this all out for delivery. This did not bode well for Stephanie arguing against continuing her baby treatment. She quickly shook the thought from her head. 

A moan escaped from around her pacifier as Karen tightened the shoulder straps of her baby short-alls, pressing the padding even more snug against her tingling mini. This provoked a laugh from Mommy. Stephanie peered down at her embarrassing get up and noticed that her thickly diapered bottom was totally obvious, bulging cartoonishly from her crotch. The idea of going out like this started to sink in, and Stephanie's heart began to flutter. 

Karen led her diapered daughter over to the chair and sat her down. She produced two frilly socks with pink lining and held them up for Stephanie to inspect. Stephanie just lowered her head and stared at her feet. Karen knelt down and worked the socks up her daughter's dainty little feet. Stephanie did not want to make eye contact with her mother, so she did not see her grab a pair of pink and white velcro sneakers. Stephanie had no clue they made such obvious toddler shoes in sizes that would fit her. Her feet were small, much to the detriment of her waning adulthood, however. Mommy slid her frilly-socked feet into the sneakers, strapped them on and quickly tied ribbons into her baby girl's pigtailed hair. 

Mommy stood Stephanie up and marched her to the full-length nursery mirror. She looked so shocked her pacifier almost fell out of her mouth. Stephanie's mother stood behind her with her arms folded and an evil smirk on her beautiful face. Stephanie turned in front of the mirror with a chorus of crinkles coming from her diapers. This could not be real! She looked sickeningly sweet. Every bit the little two year old she seemed more and more destined to become. She smelled like a baby, sounded like a baby with all her whines and whimpers, and now looked exactly like her baby sister Lily. Not a trace of adulthood remained, and shamefully, this just made the soft diapers rubbing her most sensitive areas feel even better. 

"Well, what do you think widdle girl?" Her mother chided in her now consistently patronizing baby voice. "Does it meet your approval? Is this exactly what you wanted or what?"

"Oh pwease no! Pwease Mommy- don't do this to me! I pwomise I'll be good. I can't take this! Oh nooooo!" Stephanie couldn't help but cry out, staring at her ridiculous and infantile imagine in the mirror.

Karen bent down and shook her finger in her daughter's face. "Now you listen here, young lady. I am only giving you exactly what you asked for. Asked for with your actions and behavior. The time for begging is over. If you want to continue with your obstinance, Mommy has ways to make this treatment far, FAR worse for you! So go ahead, test me. I suggest you sit back, go with the flow and try to enjoy the little mess you got yourself in, sweetheart. After all, you only have yourself to blame."

Why oh why did Stephanie have to try on those diapers when she was babysitting Lily? All she could do was start to tear up and cry as the predicament she found herself in. She knew that she would be facing a multitude of humiliating scenarios...and maybe she really did want them. She cursed herself. The tears streaming down her face just made her feel and look even more babyish. It was a vicious cycle.

Her mother recognized her daughter's resignation to the whole scenario and with hands pressed firmly into Stephanie's shoulders led her back out into the hallway. Stephanie couldn't help but waddle like a little duckling. She felt positively trapped in a baby prison as she hobbled past the workers who had already exhausted all their laughter and now only looked at her and shook their heads in pity. She tried to peer around into her room to no avail. Karen lead her baby girl downstairs with a confidence and strength Stephanie no longer believe existed within herself. 

She spotted her baby sister, Lily, in her playpen watching Sesame Street as she was lead through the living room towards the kitchen. She cringed as she thought about the fact that, despite her 24 year age difference, they were virtually, effectively the same now. Her head snapped back to the view in front of her and her heart nearly stopped as she entered the tiled kitchen. There, in front of the table, sat a large, wooden highchair. It was painted white, with small rubber duckies painted at the top of the back rest. In nursery block font the chair proudly announced who it belonged to. "Baby Stephy" was as unmistakable as the toddler clothes she was stuck in for the foreseeable future. 

Stephanie's blonde pigtail nubs bobbed as she looked back at her mother, as if to ask if she was serious. But Stephanie found no sympathy or solace in her mother's stern glare. She felt a pit in her stomach as she saw the padded restraints attached firmly to her highchair. The plastic tray was lifted, as if beckoning Stephanie to come inside and have a seat. 

"Pwease oh pwease wet this be a dweam..." Stephanie whined quietly from behind her pacifier. 

Karen lifted her infantilized daughter onto her hip and deposited her into the padded highchair seat. The cushion was plastic to make for easy clean ups of any expected baby messes. 

"Stephy, if you are a good girl then Mommy will not have to use these restraints in your high chair. But if you so much as give me a little huff, I will strap you down for your feedings until I decide to do otherwise. Understood?" Karen spoke with an authority that made Stephanie tremble. She nodded enthusiastically- not wishing to aggravate her mother further today.

Karen closed the plastic tray over Stephanie's lap. Baby Stephy fidgeted nervously in her baby seat. Mommy pulled a plastic bib from one of the drawers. Sesame Street characters adorned the PVC and made Stephanie feel even more childish when she looked down at herself.

"Time for baby's breakfast." Mommy sang.

Stephanie could not twist around to see what her mother was preparing behind her, but after some time she returned with bowl that seemed to be filled with some sort of muck and three large baby bottles filled with formula. 

"What do we have here?" Karen spoke tormentingly. She held up a bottle of Gerber's baby food. "It says 'strained peas and carrots'. Yum-yum! Perfect for a little baby girl!" Karen rubbed her tummy exaggeratedly. "Once you finish a few bottles of that, we have stewed prunes and high-fiber baby oatmeal for dessert and three ba-bas of sickly sweet infant formula...all with Mommy's added 'special ingredients'."

Stephanie groaned when she heard the disgusting pablum she would have to eat for breakfast, and shivered a bit when her mother winked at her after mentioning the "special ingredients." She wondered what they could be, but was terrified to find out.

Unsurprisingly, Mommy started playing "here comes the airplane" with the baby girl and spooning the baby food into Stephanie's mouth in the messiest way possible. The baby mush was completely unappetizing and soon she was bouncing in her high chair, trying to avoid anymore spoonfuls of the stuff being shoveled into her mouth. By the time Stephanie finished the three jars of baby food and all her stewed prunes and oatmeal, she was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. She started to cry as her mother guided the nipple from one of her formula bottles up to Stephanie's messy face. One by one she drank the sweet formula down. It made her feel like such a little baby to be sucking on her sweet baba, sticky from the mess on her bib and face, while she could hear the sounds of Sesame Street in the background as her sister watched from the playpen. Just last week she was picking her business suits up from the dry-cleaner...now this! Stephanie's stomach churned as she finished her final bottle. Something was not sitting right with her.

Mommy had just finished vigorously wiping her baby's face with a wet washcloth when the phone rang. Karen sprung up and answered it out of view of Stephanie.

"Hello? ...well, hello Mrs. Westmire! Yes...yes, well you see that is exactly why I was calling you...uh-huh...uh-huh...we have a surprise for your daughter Amelia...oh yes, absolutely. Sorry about all of the commotion today. I don't expect it will continue for much longer...of course...see you soon. Toodles!"

Stephanie scrunched her face at the mention of Mrs. Westmire. The Westmire's were Stephanie and her mother's neighbors. She used to babysit for Mrs. Westmire, watching her little brat of a daughter, Amelia. The pay was terrible and Amelia always complained about how she was treated like a baby by Stephanie. Mrs. Westmire would inevitably call Karen and let her know her daughter's transgressions while babysitting, which always resulted in Stephanie being scolded. Eventually Stephanie stopped taking their calls to babysit. Mrs. Westmire would always turn her nose up at the girl when she saw her in public. It was an awkward situation, to say the least.

Karen came back into Stephanie's field of view and popped her pacifier back in her mouth, this time with a colorful Winnie the Pooh strap attached to it. She clipped one end of the strap to her daughter's overalls. 

"Come on, baby girl- you have some errands to run with Mommy." Karen said in her syrupy voice as she let Stephanie out of her high chair and removed her bib.

Stephanie's nausea increased tenfold as she thought about being taken out in her current state. Surely her mother could not be serious. Yet here she was, being led by the hand by her mother into her little sister's nursery to grab her personalized diaper bag and led back out into the hallway with the embarrassing testament to her newly rediscovered infancy slung around her mother's shoulder. Mommy stopped in the middle of the hallway and entered Stephanie's room. Stephanie shifted uncomfortably on her feet, looking down at her baby pink sneakers. Mommy re-emerged from Stephy's room with a big black garbage bag and an evil grin.

"Lookie what we have here, baby girl..." Mommy said, striding up to Stephanie and opening the garbage bag.

Stephanie choked back sobs as she saw the bag filled to the brim with her thongs, panties and comfy big girl underwear.

"That's right- it's your big girl undies! Awww, don't be scawwed, widdle girl. You won't be needing them anymore, so I have decided that you will donate them to our nice little neighbor Amelia. She will get far more use out of them than you will, I'm afraid. Come on- I'll even let you carry them over there for her, so you can wave 'bye-bye' to them all! How does that sound, Baby Stephy?" Mommy explained excitedly to the diaper girl.

Amelia was 13 and had always been such a spoiled little brat for Stephanie. She could not bare the thought of surrendering her last vestiges of adulthood to such a princess dressed as she was now. She glanced into the pile of her panties and suddenly felt more silly and babyish than ever before. Looking at the panties that she donned without a thought a mere 24 hours ago made her diapers feel thicker and her sudden baby treatment more real and permanent than she ever thought it could be. She stomped her foot in indignation. This was too much, and far too unfair for Stephanie to bear.

Karen landed her hand on Stephanie's padded rear with a swat firm enough to sting slightly even with all of her protection. She gazed with fear into her cross mother's eyes. She saw nothing but cruelty and strictness there.

"Now, you will bring those panties over to the Westmire's and you will THANK little Amelia for taking them off your hands for you whiny widdle baby." Stephanie's mother handed down her humiliating sentence.

"But Mommyyyyy...if I do that they will never see me as a gwown up again! They will tell the whole neighborhood and everyone will tweat me wike a babyyyy!" Stephanie whined between her tears to an unflinching mother.

"Well that sounds alright to me! After all, isn't that what you were fantasizing about when I caught you all dressed up in the nursery? I think the whole neighborhood deserves to know what a little baby you truly are deep down. If you keep up your whining, I can pop a few suppositories up that little hynie of yours and we can REALLY make a spectacle of you, Stephy." Karen warned.

Stephanie sucked so hard at her little pacifier, she thought he was going to break it. With tears streaming down her already blotchy face, she hung her head in defeat. She was truly stuck. The Westmire's were the neighborhood gossips and Stephanie knew she was doomed to be viewed as the young lady who was getting properly diaper disciplined from now on. 

"That's better," Mommy cooed. "Now, can you be a little helper for your Mama and carry all those big girl panties downstairs so we can get ready to leave?" 

Stephanie lifted the bag containing her big girl undies and carried them dejectedly, waddling slowly down the stairs in an attempt to delay the inevitable. She knew that once they were gone, there really was no going back. Mommy seemed to have an extra pep in her step as she lifted Lily out of her playpen and into the baby carrier strapped to the center of her chest. She adjusted Stephanie's diaper bag on her shoulder. All Stephanie could do was stare and sniffle as Mommy secured her little sister into the carrier.

"Oh, do you like this, little one? Maybe we can get one for you too, then!" Mommy said with a giggle. Stephanie couldn't imagine how horrid and helpless she would feel strapped to her domineering mother’s chest.

Stephanie felt every embarrassing waddle and heard every deafening crinkle of her baby diapers as Karen thrust open the front door and dragged her outside into the bright morning sun. There were no shadows for Stefanie to hide in and she felt totally exposed in her new baby look. She didn’t even come close to resembling the 26 year old professional working her way through law school that stood before the neighborhood the day before. She whimpered lightly as tears fell down her cheeks, snot ran down her nose, her tiny blonde pigtails bounced, a permanent blush was emblazoned her face and her steps were hobbled by her thick diapers.

Stephanie, Lily and Mommy made a bee-line to the Westmire’s home just next door. Stephanie wished the ground would swallow her up as her mother rang the doorbell of their pristine house. Amelia answered the door and almost fell backward as she took in the sight before her eyes.

Amelia was developing into a pretty young lady. She had straight cut bangs and long, straight black hair. She dressed trendy with a wide-necked graphic t-shirt and tight jeans. How Stephanie would kill to be dressed similarly, even if the whole look screamed “teen”. She felt more infantile than ever.

“Ho-hooooo…and what do we have here??” Amelia quipped with sarcasm. “Is that my former babysitter, Stephanie?”

Stephanie put her hands to her mouth and instinctually suckled at her pacifier. It was becoming second nature to her now, and genuinely soothing, as embarrassing as that was to admit. She kept her gaze on the floor as she stood pigeon-toed in her toddler outfit in front of her former charge. She could only imagine how she looked to the world.

“Oh. My. God. Is she wearing...DIAPERS? Seriously??” Amelia asked, bursting into hysterics.

Mommy patted Stephanie’s butt with a loud crinkle, causing Stephanie to drop the bag of her panties.

“You bet! This little girl can’t be trusted to keep her pants clean. She is to be padded and protected at all times.” Karen remarked in an overly-friendly manner.

Stephanie wanted to melt.

“WOWWWW- Looks like she really is putting the BABY in babysitter!” Amelia exclaimed, making herself laugh.

Karen did nothing to stop the teasing. Mrs. Westmire appeared in the doorway and gave Stephanie a thorough looking up and down. She recognized that diaper bulge on a baby anywhere. The matching Winnie the Pooh outfit was an authentic touch.

“It appears that you have finally decided to get your little daughter under control.” Mrs. Westmire scoffed. “I must say, this new look certainly does suit her. If she was so insistent on babying my lovely daughter during her sitter sessions, it must mean she actually wants to be treated as such. Deep down.”

Stephanie’s entire body was on fire with humiliation and she shrank even more.

“It really does seem appropriate, doesn’t it Mom?” Amelia smirked.

“It does, indeed.” Mrs. Westmire nodded approvingly.

“You have no idea, ladies! Believe it or not, it is little Stephanie here who CHOSE her baby treatment!” Karen chimed in, laughing.

“Mommyyyyy!” Stephanie whined, a fresh batch of tears working their way to her eyes. She couldn’t believe that she was being exposed like this.

“What?! What do you mean?? What adult would choose THIS?” Exclaimed Mrs. Westmire.

“Stephanie- that’s who!” Retorted Karen. “I caught her red-handed in diapers and baby clothes when she was SUPPOSED to be watching her baby sister yesterday. She spent last night pooping in her Pampers and proving to Mommy that this is not just the discipline she deserves, but the baby treatment she craves!”

“Well, well, well…I can’t say I’m surprised. Maybe Amelia here can practice her babysitting skills on Baby Stephy sometime in the future. Maybe she can show her how it is supposed to be done.” Said Mrs. Westmire, placing a proud hand on Amelia’s shoulder.

“You mean it, Mom? Oh gosh- I would have SO much fun looking after the little BABY here!” Amelia spoke with an evil glint in her eye, putting emphasis on all the worst words.

“Absolutely. That is, if it is okay with Stephy’s Mommy.”

“I don’t see why not. We can go over all her rules and such sometime later this week if you want to come over, Amelia.” Mommy said.

Stephanie shuddered at the idea of someone half her age babysitting her. A girl she herself had babysat years ago. Heck, she helped the little girl into her pull-ups to protect her from her bed wetting. Now she stood before her in diapers far more juvenile, meant to be worn at all times. Stephanie was dressed far too young to have to worry about the potty.

“Stephanie- do you want to tell Amelia and her mother why you’re here today?” Prompted Karen.

Sweat began to pool in Stephanie’s thick padding. It was warm outside, her diapers were thick, and she had never been more nervous or embarrassed in her whole life. The moisture made it feel like she had already wet herself, compounding all the infantile feelings swelling inside her at that moment. Inside she was screaming. There was the small, now downtrodden, adult part of her that desperately wanted to find a way to stop all of this. But she found herself speaking out loud in a small, babyish lisp anyways.

“Um, I came to...I came to say...’bye-bye’ to my big giwl undies and give dem to you, Amelia. I, uh, won’t be needing them anymore and my mommy said you can hab them. Pwease take dem fwom me. I don’t deserve dem no more.”

Stephanie’s pleading was so pathetic that all the women burst out in a round of laughter.

“I’m sure you don’t need them anymore, little baby. Just didees for you from here on out, right?” Amelia sniped.

“That’s right!” Mommy confirmed.

“Let’s see what we have here, anyways...” Amelia sneered in her bratty tone.

She opened the garbage bag filled with every one of Stephanie’s adult undergarments and punched her nose. Stephanie’s eyes lit up with embarrassment.

“Oh god, these panties smell just awful! What’s the matter? Couldn’t be bothered to wash your undies baby girl? No wonder you want someone to wipe your tush for you. Just can’t seem to get cleaning done by yourself, huh?” Teased Stephanie.

“Pee-yew!” Stephanie’s mother agreed. “Dirty panties from a dirty little girl!”

Stephanie winced. Sure, she had skipped a laundry day or two, but they couldn’t be THAT stinky. She felt like such a failure. Every aspect of her adulthood was under the microscope and being scrutinized to the point of obliteration.

“Sorry Mrs. Smith, but you can’t expect me to take this stinky panties that came from an obvious dirty little baby girl.” Amelia turned her nose up at the garbage bag.

“No, of course not dear. What do you say, Stephy?” Mommy said while holding her baby daughter’s hand.

Stephanie wanted to run and hide. She feared what would happened if she tried.

“I’m sowwy, Amelia. I’m just a stinky widdle naughty giwl. You deserve big giwl panties that are cwean and nice...”

“Don’t you worry- this widdle baby girl is kept extra clean by her Mama. Between her diaper changes, bottom wipings and bath scrubbings, the only time she will be smelling like anything other than sweet baby powder is when she goes pee-pee or poo-poo in her Pampers.” Mommy said, tussling Stephanie’s hair.

“Aw, how precious...” Amelia remarked with phony affection. Her deep amber eyes locked on to Stephanie’s, as if to let her know how truly screwed she was.

Karen twisted around to look behind her, making Lily giggle, and noticed the Westmire’s large garbage can at the end of the driveway.

“Well, would you mind if we threw these out in your garbage can? As you can see, ours is quite full thanks to a little surprise I put together for this little baby girl.” Karen enquired.

Stephanie’s eyes flicked over to the garbage bins at the end of her family’s own driveway and noticed various pieces of wood sticking out of the receptacles. This worried Stephanie to no end, but she didn’t want to think about what those construction workers going in and out of her room were doing at that moment.

“I don’t see why not. I say, you must be careful to manage the odor from your trash in the future, though. I can only imagine the smell from a baby so big going through so many diapers...” Mrs. Westmire said in her prim manner, nearly clutching her pearls.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Mrs. Westmire. I signed Baby Stephy here up for a very special diaper service. Every week they will be delivering plenty of diapees for my newest little one, and every week they will haul off all of the contents of her dirty diaper pail.” Mommy said rustling Stephanie’s hair.

This was shocking news to Stephanie. It made her heart sink. The combination of them discussing such an infantile service for her and talking as if she wasn’t even there made her body blush all over. Worst of all, it made her privates tingle with anticipation. The wicked voice in her head returned.

“All the diapers a little loser could ever want! While the rest of the adult world is going out on the weekends and hanging out at parties, little Stephanie can sit at home in her smelly padding waiting for her diaper delivery. If you’re extra good, maybe Mommy will let you hump, hump, hump and crinkle, crinkle, crinkle you little life away. HAHAHAHA!!”

The tormenting of her malicious inner monologue only made her naughty tingles more pronounced. Stephanie shifted in her baby shoes.

“Well, hop-to little bunny. Time to say ‘bye-bye’ to those smelly big girl undies for real and put them where they belong now…in the trash.” Urged Stephanie’s mother.

Stephanie grabbed the garbage bag with both hands and slowly toddled down the driveway toward the trash cans. She opened one and was hit with a wave of pungent trash stink. She peered at the rotten food inside and thought about how she was about her adulthood in there with it. The symbolic and practical seriousness of the act was not lost on her.

With a meek, tiny voice Stephanie managed a pathetic “bye-bye” to her undies and closed the lid of the trash can. Walking back to her mother and neighbors free of the bag felt like walking back to them free from an anchor. She now felt adrift at sea. A sea of endless humiliations and perpetual babyhood. Her diapers rubbed her special spot better than ever before at the thought, and it took everything in her not to moan with pleasure upon returning to the ladies.

“Sorry for wasting your time, neighbors. We have to get going- this little one has a very full day ahead of her. Doesn’t she? Doesn’t she?” The last two questions were asked in the most babyish manner for emphasis.

“It wasn’t a waste of time at all. It was our pleasure meeting little BABY Stephanie, here.” Amelia said. She then removed her phone from her pocket with all the speed of a Wild West gunslinger and snapped a picture of Stephanie. Stephanie stood there stunned, but soon felt her arm yanked toward her mommy’s minivan as she stared at the Westmires waving good-bye to her the way one would to an infant.

Mommy opened the mini-van slider door and immediately began situating Lily in her car seat. To Stephanie’s horror, she spied immediately a near replica of her baby sister’s carseat right next to that. This car seat was much bigger with more straps for better security.

After Lily was strapped in and babbling happily, Karen hoisted Stephanie into her carseat. She strapped Stephy in tight and patted the front of her diapers. As if on cue, Stephanie clutched her tummy as it started to rumble. Just what were those “special ingredients” Mommy put in her bottles? Karen placed Stephanie’s personalized diaper bag down right next to her. Stephanie trembled as she saw the teddy bears at the waistbands of her big, thick diapers sticking out of the top. A pair of pre-made formula bottles were being held in outside pockets of the bag. Stephanie wondered what other awful implements of babyishness lay within the plastic walls of satchel.

“Be good girls. Mommy will be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Karen planted a wet kiss on both girls’ foreheads and headed back into the house.

Stephanie’s eyes wandered in while she was stuck immobile in her carseat. She spotted the construction van parked next to the van in their driveway. The sign on the all-white vehicle read “H & R Renovations”. Stephanie gulped, dreading whatever awaited her in her room. She glanced down at her drooling, gurgling little sister. She looked so feeble, so sickeningly cute. Is this what Stephanie looked like to the world right now? Is this what she was destined to become?

Her thoughts were interrupted as her mother appeared from the house carrying a far-too-large folded stroller.

“I hope that isn’t what I think it is. Oh please, no.” Stephanie thought in a panic. Her heart began racing again.

Mommy opened the trunk and fit the stroller in the back and got into the driver’s seat of the car. She adjusted her rear view mirror so she could see the adorable image of her two babies in the backseat.

“Off to daycare for my little Lily! But first, we have to make a stop for little Stephy, don’t we?” She spoke with a burst of excitement.

Stephanie mulled over the humiliating events she was just forced to endure as her mother pulled out from the driveway. She tried to pacify herself and rectify whatever was left of her adult ego. So the whole neighborhood would know how much of a baby she was now. So what? She didn’t see too many of those people too often anyways. Maybe Stephanie could do some damage control after her mother settled down. Maybe, just maybe, if she was well-behaved and went along with her mom’s crazy wishes, she would tire of this charade. Stephanie wondered if she could put what she was learning in law school to good use and argue a case for regaining her adult status after a day of good behavior.

Deep inside, Stephanie thought about the hidden pleasure she was receiving from all this. Of course, this treatment was mortifying- but that didn’t stop Stephanie’s perverse desires. She was living in some nightmare fantasy come to life. All the humiliation, degradation, loss of control and status was getting her flustered. She felt the tight middle strap of her carseat pressing her thick padding into her well-oiled, Vaselined, and powdered privates. She began to rock slowly and slightly, driving the softness of her diapers into her most sensitive areas. Her rhythm increased slightly with small crinkles echoing from her diapers.

“Oh what a little naughty baby you are…” the voice in her head hissed.

Mommy looked back in her rearview mirror with a twisted smile. “I trust that my little baby is not being naughty back there…”

Stephanie let out a squeak and stopped her slight rubbing, blushing furiously. She looked up and took notice of where they were driving. These streets looked familiar. Very familiar.

As her mother’s minivan slowed and turned into a driveway, Stephanie nearly fainted. She knew where they were. She knew it all too well.

“We’re here!” Mommy announced bubbly.

No, no, no- this couldn’t be. Mommy wouldn’t go this far. She was just trying to scare Stephanie. Her heart jumped into her throat.

“Let’s get you in your stroller so we can get you inside, baby girl.”

Karen was serious. Stephanie’s humiliation was about to take on irreversible proportions.

They were parked in the driveway of Stephanie’s boyfriend, Mark…

 

[AdultInnocence]

I read and wonder why she doesn't just run away from her mom since she is an adult, but maybe that has to do with her inner desire of curiosity and pleasure mixed amongst the things that she really doesn't like or want.

Glad you took some time for you. Self care is very important.

[BabyMissyMcGee]

1 hour ago, AdultInnocence said:

I read and wonder why she doesn't just run away from her mom since she is an adult, but maybe that has to do with her inner desire of curiosity and pleasure mixed amongst the things that she really doesn't like or want.

Glad you took some time for you. Self care is very important.

Yeah, that's kind of the way I have envisioned it. 

She detests her treatment, but it is a vicious, almost schizophrenic cycle- as the more she detests her treatment, the more it intrigues her deep down. She subconsciously seems determined to see how far the rabbit hole goes. Put that in conjunction with her mom being clearly physically stronger than she is, her baby status diminishing any adult confidence she could muster to stand up for herself, and you have a perfect storm of being trapped in diaper discipline.

Also, to note: I stated at the beginning of this, I am not looking to write the most realistic work of ABDL fiction. This is merely fap fodder that is a testament, an homage if you will, to the old, classic ABDL stories with overbearing parents, completely disproportionate punishment and cruel onlookers. Stories by people like Mistress Janice, Hal, Long Rifle, etc. Not meant to be entirely realistic, but meant to be 100% cruel and hot.

My more literary works will come after I finish this story.

[kirababy]

This is getting better and better. Totally cringe worthy, but love the details of that internal monologue

[Guilend]

I'm just loving it.

[Tld17]

Omg having this story back was a great present. I don’t even no what to say. It is so amazing and I cannot get enough of it.

[CynthiaCM]

I can't express enough how much I'm grooving on this story. A story doesn't need to be the most original story in the world to be entertaining. It just has to have its own "voice"... and you succeed wildly at this. While the events have largely been done before, that's because these are things we fantasize about. You put your own spin to them and have created something truly engaging.

[BabyMissyMcGee]

17 hours ago, CynthiaCM said:

I can't express enough how much I'm grooving on this story. A story doesn't need to be the most original story in the world to be entertaining. It just has to have its own "voice"... and you succeed wildly at this. While the events have largely been done before, that's because these are things we fantasize about. You put your own spin to them and have created something truly engaging.

Yeah- you totally get it! Thank you for these words of encouragement. I am not trying to reinvent the wheel, but rather add to the stream of quality fantasy material founded by the greats since the old ABDL newsgroup days. I have plans to explore more creative and less stereotypical themes, but I just kind of wanted to get this hot, albeit wildly over-the-top in parts, humiliation story out first. Love that you are grooving on it! ❤️ 

[babyscoots]

Love this story glad it is back.  I think she must have a hot strict nanny that can really send her down the rabbit hole all the while getting her juices going in a way her mommy can't.

[AdultInnocence]

While not going for realism and writing in homage to some of the other writers and providing fap fodder, there is still the element of realism of it could happen. I haven't really written much but I am sure that it is not easy to do without going real far one way or the other. Am enjoying this and will be interesting to see how far down the rabbit hole she goes.

[D503]

Is she shopping around for free babysitting? Hehe, smart!

[BabyMissyMcGee]

On 1/20/2021 at 3:49 PM, babyscoots said:

Love this story glad it is back.  I think she must have a hot strict nanny that can really send her down the rabbit hole all the while getting her juices going in a way her mommy can't.

Who knowwwwssss...? ?‍♂️

16 hours ago, D503 said:

Is she shopping around for free babysitting? Hehe, smart!

OMG- you’re too good! How did you know?! Hahahaha

[kitsy101]

This is probably one of my favorite stories. I believe ausdpr that has a pic describing her predicament almost exactly. I look forward to see how far the rabbit hole she goes down. It's also funny how she's already thinking about damage control. I think the only way to kind of recover this is to move to another country or make a profit off of her babyhood. People would want to watch a little such as her in peril. LoL keep it up!

[RUSH2112]

I love this story, it’s perfect! I can’t wait to find out how her boyfriend reacts.