princesspottypants

The New Room - Part 3

Published: April 22nd 2020, 2:01:00 pm

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"I think it might be time to get Julie a new crib."

Those were the words that finally made Juliette take notice, glancing up from her toys in the playpen, in the middle of the living room. What was Camille talking about?! What dastardly plan could the woman have to somehow make this even worse?! Julie certainly couldn't imagine her trying to make anything better, but, at the same time, how much further could she sink? She was trapped as a baby forever, left spending her days at daycare, where they wouldn't even let her use the potty like the big kids, and her evenings here, in the playpen, under the watchful eye of her parents, until her super early bedtime, to get up and do it all over again the next day.

As utterly mortifying as it was to admit, her potty training was gone. After that first time, while she was seeing her new room, it had deteriorated, until now, when she had no control over herself, and often very little to no warning before she wound up in a squishy, or stinky, diaper. She was tiny, and weak, and clumsy, and couldn't do anything for herself... For all intents and purposes, she was, indeed, a baby, and she had no reason to believe that was going to stop being true, ever.

"If you say so," her dad smiled. "We can look online once we put her down. And, speaking of..."

After her bath, surrounded by bubbles and bath toys, and getting swaddled up in a fresh, overnight diaper and footed sleeper, Julie almost forgot all about the conversation. Once she was tucked in, her night-light lit and the door closed, however, it came back to her, and, curiously, she clambered to her feet, being careful not to slip and fall. Sure enough, to her surprise, the bars didn't tower above her, the way she could remember them doing the last time she'd tried this, and not just resigned herself to staying lying down until Camille or her dad came in to get her up. In fact... She raised one leg up, balancing herself on the bars - although she didn't feel the need to do that as much as she'd anticipated - eyebrows raising when she managed to hook her foot over the rail.

She pulled it back down, heart pounding, trying to work out what this meant. She didn't want to get her hopes too high, snuggling back under her covers, but she was pretty certain she could get out of the crib, by herself. Her parents were probably still awake, though, so she didn't want to try it and get caught, so she closed her eyes, waiting for the sounds of them to stop...

And woke up the next morning to her usual diaper check. It took her a few more days to manage it, but, finally, she was able to do it, and didn't even hurt herself. Honestly, since that night, she'd been noticing she wasn't nearly as klutzy as before, able to do a bit more for herself without making a mess. And, as she opened up the closet - something she never got to do for herself, someone else always choosing her clothes for her - and looked at the mirror on the inside of the door, she could see why.

She wasn't a baby anymore! She still looked like a child, but she'd lost a bit of the baby fat, and had definitely grown, only the onesie, and the diaper peeking out from it, she'd been put into for bed that night making her look like one. Her heart fluttered hopefully, tears of joy stinging her eyes. She'd been wrong! She had no idea how long she'd spent here, like that... Apparently, she wouldn't be that way for good, though. She was growing back up! Surely, it was only a matter of time before she was an adult again, and, thankfully wouldn't have to be stuck in diapers!

She smiled at the thought, fantasizing about the feeling of her big girl panties, something she hadn't felt in so long... No more bulky padding, no more plastic, just silk, or satin, or whatever she wanted! To prepare, and to celebrate her newfound freedom, she crept across her room, careful to avoid the toys she hadn't cleaned up, even though Camille had asked her to, and out into the hallway, towards the bathroom. If she had to guess, from her reflection, she was pretty sure she was big enough she could get onto the potty - or, rather, the toilet, since she needed to get used to thinking like a grown-up again - on her own, with no problem.

She probably could have, too, if the door to her parents' room hadn't swung open in front of her. She gasped, looking behind her, wondering if she should make a mad dash back to her room, but it was too late, Camille walking out, wrapped in a robe, glaring at her. "What do you think you're doing, little lady?!" she demanded.

"I-I was just..." Julie sniffled.

"You know better! You are to stay in your crib! If you go wandering around in the middle of the night, you could hurt yourself!" the woman scolded.

"I-I won't," Julie promised. "I-I had to go potty, and..."

Her step-mother walked up to her, sliding a finger past the onesie's leghole. "Looks like you already did," she commented. "Come on, soggy girl, let's get you changed."

Julie wiggled her bottom, cheeks reddening as she realized Camille was right. She might be getting bigger, but her control hadn't started to come back yet. Embarrassed, she toddled to her room, got a new diaper, and tucked in again. "I'd better not see you out of here again," Camille warned as she headed out. "Or I'm locking you in, you little troublemaker."

It wasn't an issue after a couple more days, when her new crib arrived, and was assembled, the bars on it more than tall enough to keep her contained. Then, the following week, there was also a new high chair, and a new changing table.

"I don't need that!" she sulked as Camille picked her up, something that was clearly getting a bit more difficult now, to slide her into the former. "I can sit in a normal chair!"

She didn't have a chance to say much more, her step-mother starting to feed her breakfast. Not until all of her oatmeal was in her tummy, and Camille had wiped her face off with her bib, could she continue. "I-I'm not a baby anymore," she whined, even though she did feel like one after that. "I'm a big kid again, and I can feed myself!"

She definitely was growing; the next package of diapers that got stocked in her changing table weren't baby diapers, they were youth-sized. It was a small victory, to be sure, since they were still diapers, and nobody seemed too interested in helping her get out of them, but it was a sign she was getting closer.

Her baby clothes were now too small for her, too, which was another tiny win. She found, however, that it was much more humiliating to go out in a skirt that might flash her diapers, or pants that had a bit of a bulge from them, when she was clearly too old to be wearing them. She could feeling judging eyes on her, and Camille, when they went out shopping.

Camille still made her hold her hand, and not stray too far away, when they went out, her treatment of her not progressing the way Juliette's physical maturity was. Even when Julie had made it back to teenhood, her step-mother acted like she was a toddler... Just one too big to sit in the cart. 

Another thing not moving forward the way Julie would have liked was her potty training. She did her best to let a grown-up know when she needed to go, but she always wound up distracted by the book she was reading, or the show she was watching, or, when they were out, by something cool on a shelf they were passing by at the wrong time... Or, if she wasn't, her parents were, Julie picking the wrong time to ask, as they were in the middle of cooking, or cleaning, or working on something they couldn't immediately pause. "Just hold on a minute," they'd tell her... And once that minute was up, it was too late. 

She'd really hoped not to have to move up to adult diapers, to be done with them before she got big enough to need those, but that didn't happen. And, if anything, the adult diapers were a step back. The youth diapers, for the most part, tried, and failed, to disguise themselves as underwear - big, thick, crinkly underwear. The adult diapers were covered in babyish designs, for some reason, looking every bit as infantile as her baby diapers had been, if not more.

"Guess what, Julie?" Camille cooed one day. "The new semester is starting!"

Juliette frowned, glancing up at her. "Of daycare?"

"No, silly," the woman chuckled. "Of prep-school."

Julie's stomach twisted; dropping out felt so long ago... She hadn't wanted to go then, and, after everything she'd been through, she didn't want to go back. "I'm an adult," she whined behind her pacifier. "I can do what I want."

They'd had this same argument, back when she'd decided she was done with the school. This, time, however, things had changed pretty drastically. "Oh, you are, are you?" Camille smirked, reaching down, giving the girl's diaper a check. "You are soaked! Up on the changing table."

Julie pouted, but she obediently got up from the floor, climbing up onto the table for a fresh diaper. "Really?" Camille shook her head. "You're trying to convince me you're an adult, while you're sitting here," she gestured around the room, which hadn't grown any more mature with the girl's body, "in a wet diaper, and you didn't even offer to change yourself? Maybe we should send you to pre-school instead."

Juliette blushed, staring down at herself. She was so used to this, she'd moved automatically, that option never occurring to her. She'd just plopped herself down, grabbed  one of the teddy bears that was left on the table to keep her company, and lifted her legs, the same as always. She glanced at her soggy diaper, wondering if she should give it a shot now... But she'd tried that before, and could never get the tapes on correctly, or remember when, or how much, powder, or oil, or lotion to use. 

Camille did all that. Camille took care of... Well, pretty much everything. During her time as a baby, and growing up again, she'd grown almost entirely dependent on Camille, to the point where she had to wonder if it was intentional, if all this was to make her look at her not as the invasive new step-mother, but her Mommy... If that had been the plan, it had worked. A few months of being constantly fed, and changed, and bathed, by someone tended to do that.

"Okay, Mommy," she mumbled behind her paci, "I'll go back to school." She hoped, just like the last time she'd started school, she'd get back out of diapers quickly afterwards, and probably for the same reason, as her classmates teased her for not being out of them already. It was going to be embarrassing, but maybe that was the motivation she needed... If Mommy thought it was for the best, then it must be.

"Good girl," Mommy smiled down at her. "Now, let's get you into a nice, dry diaper."