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The Chart - Part 6

Published: October 2nd 2020, 2:01:01 pm

Pictures property of Pampered Penny and Little Sophie Studios. 

Sophie whimpered, squirming in place, feeling more like a little than ever as she watched everyone bustling around, getting the finishing touches on their hair and makeup done, while she fought a much different battle, "E-Excuse me?" she squeaked, tugging at one of their dresses.

"Hello, there, cutie," the woman smiled at her, bending down, patting her on the head. "What's wrong?"

"I-I really, really need..." Sophie gulped, gloved hands grasping at her dress in desperation as she felt another cramp. It wasn't fair! She wasn't a baby; she knew she needed to go, and had for a while now... But Penny had told her that the potty was off-limits. She couldn't really want her to do... that... in her diaper, could she?! Sophie had wet herself many, many times, yet never been reduced to that level...

She hated that she had to ask permission, to hope that the person she asked didn't know the rules, or would take pity on her. She couldn't quite bring herself to say it out loud, looking down at her shuffling feet, wondering if the diaper bulge was really as big beneath her dress as it looked to her. 

"Oh!" the bridesmaid chirped cheerfully. "I know what you need!" She didn't take Sophie's hand, however, before walking away, and, as the 'tweener stood there, wondering if she should follow, she returned with a huge stuffed lamb doll. "Here you go, sweetie!" she exclaimed. "She'll keep you company!"

"N-No, I-I..." Sophie pouted, the woman shoving the plushie towards her, leaving her little choice but to grab it. 

"I know," the woman chuckled. "You can't carry her while you're walking up the aisle, but that's okay... I'll make sure she's waiting for you up at the altar so you don't get lonely during the ceremony."

"Th-That isn't..." Sophie protested, only to be silenced by one more cramp, the worst one yet, too severe for her to do anything else as she tried to ride it out other than grasp the lamb tightly, watching the bridesmaid smile patronizingly at her and wander off, leaving her all alone as the unthinkable happened.

"N-No!" Sophie sucked in air suddenly, feeling a lump beginning to form in the seat of her diaper. "St-Stop!" But it was too late... She fought, with every fiber of her being, to halt it, just to have her knees bend, her face turn red as her body pushed instead, speeding up the process instead of halting it, grunting and groaning as her diaper slowly grew heavier around her waist, filling with warm, squishy mush, her first messy diaper of what was sure to be many.

This couldn't be happening... It was so humiliating, so disgusting... This couldn't be her new normal... She couldn't let Penny force her to doing this all the time, couldn't let herself spend her days toddling around the house like this, waiting for the woman to decide she had earned a change. But what could she do?! Penny had very clearly been in charge already, and now, in a matter of minutes, she'd be officially married to Sophie's mom, and there would be no escaping her. Her only hope then would be for her mother to take mercy on her... However, if she hadn't done that for any of the other things Penny had cooked up, why would she start now?

She stood there in the corner of the room, aghast, still clutching the lamb, almost glad for it now, to make her feel the tiniest bit better, probing at the diaper, wondering how obvious what she'd done was to the other women in the room, how much it would be to the people waiting to see her walk down the aisle, whether she'd be lucky enough to get changed first, if there was even time for that now...

And, apparently, there wasn't. Sophie felt a hand closing around hers, and she was being led away, wrinkling her nose as she felt the load in her pants shifting with every step, squishing and squelching and reminding her of what a big baby she'd been turned into. The lamb was snatched away as the bridesmaids headed into the sanctuary, and, before she could go out, Penny appeared behind her, looking gorgeous in her dress.

Sophie blushed, staring up at her. Did she know? Was she mad? Penny gave her a basket of flower petals, shoved a pacifier into her mouth, then sent her through the door to face all of the guests with a hard swat on her backside, making the girl squeak behind the paci as she stumbled forward, scattering flower petals and wiggling her still-sore backside in her messy diaper.

Her last hope was that, perhaps, her mother would see her, realize how mean Penny was, and call this off... At the altar, the bridesmaid having replaced the basket with the lamb, as promised, Sophie tried to catch her mom's eye, to make her understand, but she refused to look at her. Apparently, Sophie decided, she already knew, and was too ashamed of her... Which, Sophie thought, sucking nervously on her pacifier, was not a good sign that she was going to get any help from her.

As they often were, however, things were more complicated than that. 

"You're right," Penny had sighed, the night before. "I shouldn't have done that in front of Sophie... I thought it would help wake you up as to how bad your problem has been getting, though. I really think the smart thing to do is for you to wear some trainers to the wedding."

"Oh, come on!" Andrea had rolled her eyes. "There's no way I'm doing that on my wedding day!"

Andrea was certainly thinking about the discussion the next day, however, when she discovered her panties were a bit soggy, even when she couldn't remember having sneezed anytime recently. It was the stress, she told herself... And that stress was almost over. After today, with the wedding behind her, she didn't have anything to worry about.

Of course, she still had to get through the day. She couldn't help wondering if Penny's suggestion might not be a good idea, just to take her that last couple hours until it was all done. The dress was big enough, there was no way anyone would be able to tell... 

She couldn't help thinking about Sophie, though, and how incredibly childish she looked in them. She wasn't as immature as her daughter; she could surely get by without the same protection she needed. She'd had a few accidents, yes, but nowhere near the number Sophie had been having. 

As if she'd heard her thoughts, been drawn to them like a moth to a flame, the door opened, and Penny slipped inside. "Penny!" Andrea gasped. "What if I'd been in my dress?! We agreed we weren't going to see each other once we were ready!"

"But you aren't ready, are you?" Penny asked, and the answer was pretty obvious. Andrea had been waiting for at least Sophie to come in and help her - not that she expected the girl to be much help, after the past few weeks - as she relaxed in the surprisingly comfortable room the church had provided for her to wait in.

"I was about to be," Andrea shrugged. If none of her bridesmaids were going to show up, she would have done it herself... She'd just been holding out a bit longer, because it was a pretty big, ornate dress to get into on her own. Just one more reason why she was feeling so stressed, she thought. 

"I don't want you to worry," Penny told her, "but there have been a few... last minute changes." 

"Great," Andrea chuckled wryly. 

"It's fine," Penny promised. "I have it under control. I just wanted to come in to give you one more chance... I brought your training pants with me, if you want to wear them under your dress."

Andrea had just been thinking about them, and this news hadn't helped the sogginess in her undies any, as she fretted over what could have gone wrong... But she shook her head anyway. "I'll be all right," she claimed. "There's nothing to worry about, right? You have it under control." She looked up at the woman she was about the marry, parroting her words back to her.

"Well," Penny shook her head, "I gave you a chance. Just look at yourself, Andrea! I can see the wet spot on your sweatpants from here! If you're not going to be responsible enough to take some precautions on your own, I'll just have to handle it the only way I know how. I'm not about to risk an accident ruining our wedding."

And that was when it happened, the thing Andrea had seen happen to Sophie several times, that she'd been afraid was going to happen to her at their last big confrontation... Penny pulled her over her lap, producing a large, wooden hairbrush from her bag, and began to spank her.

"St-Stop it!" Andrea gasped. "Y-You can't do this! I'm not a little girl! I'm not Sophie!"

But Penny very much could, and, before she knew it, Andrea was bawling, begging her to stop, too shocked and sore to stop the other woman as she pulled something else from her bag. "If you won't wear trainers, we'll just have to go with the real thing," she smirked, laying out a full cloth diaper and diaper cover.

Andrea could hardly believe this was happening, feeling the bulky padding between her legs as Penny adjusted the cover... And especially when the door opened again, her sister walking through, seeing her this way. "Perfect timing," Penny said. "Help her into her dress, would you? I have to go take care of mine."

Was it really any surprise that walking down the aisle with a diaper under her dress was enough stress to make her have another accident? She didn't think anyone could tell, and she was definitely glad for the padding to hide the accident... But it also made it very clear how bad her problem had gotten, as she felt the diaper continue to grow heavier as she stood there at the altar, too embarrassed to even look down at her daughter, worrying that, after Penny saw this, it would be quite some time before she was allowed into the training pants she'd rejected so many times, much less her normal panties.

Sophie had waited as long as she could to sit down, but it was inevitable... She's just held out hope that Penny would take pity on her, and change her first. Penny was busy, though, having pictures taken, some of which Sophie was in, some of which she stood around awkwardly watching, hugging her lamb doll tightly, thinking about how it was over now, how Penny was officially her mother - or, more appropriately, her Mommy. Even once that was done, she had to go out and greet all of her guests, so she still didn't have time for poor, stinky Sophie.

Sophie wasn't a huge fan of the idea of trying to change herself out of this diaper, especially while she was wearing a pristine, white dress; she could see that ending very badly, and her getting another spanking, on top of the one she was likely to get if Penny realized she'd dared to change herself in the first place. As much as she hated the thought, it was safer to stay in her messy pants and continue to wait.

Her feet were starting to hurt from all this standing, and it was obvious nothing was happening soon, so, resignedly, she toddled over to one of the chairs around the tables in the reception hall, braced herself, and hopping up into it. Instantly, she regretted it, feeling her backside sink into the mush, making her far messier than all the walking she'd done could have, squelching between her legs. She whimpered behind the pacifier, feet kicking helplessly, nowhere near reaching the floor in the Amazon-sized chair, feeling the last few shreds of her adulthood slipping away.

That was, of course, when Penny finally paid attention to her again, approaching with another rather strict-looking Amazon woman. "There you are," she said. "Dr. Beynart, this is my new daughter, Sophie. Sophie, this is Dr. Beynart."

Sophie blushed, squirming, hating that this was how anyone was going to see her for the first time. She tried to be polite and say hello, only to be reminded of the pacifier, so she waved bashfully instead.

"Dr. Beynart was one of my professors in college," Penny explained. "She taught me everything I know about dealing with bratty little girls like you. So, I suppose you can thank her for your current predicament." The blush on Sophie's cheeks deepened, certain the woman was looking right through her dress, and knew about everything that had happened to her.

"And it seems you learned well," the doctor smiled. "Come along, child."

Sophie frowned, looking up at Penny as Dr. Breynart offered a hand. "Go on," Penny ordered. "She'll be in charge of you until your mother and I return from our honeymoon. After that, she'll be recommending some of her students to look after you during the day, because it's very obvious you're too immature for school yourself, isn't it?"

Sophie still refused to take the woman's hand, terrified at what she could be like, about whether she might actually be worse than Penny. It didn't matter, the doctor picking her up, carrying her away, off to another room where she was stripped out of her dress. "It's a miracle you've kept this clean as long as you have," Dr. Breynart commented. "But I don't trust that miracle to continue once you start eating."

Thankfully, the diaper came off next, as Sophie was finally changed into a fresh one, although she was less pleased about that after her new outfit was put on over it - a t-shirt with cartoon ponies on it, and a tutu skirt that came nowhere close to hiding the bulky diaper beneath. Thanks to the pacifier, she couldn't speak, but her concerns were clear anyway.

"That's right," the doctor said. "Everyone can see your wet diaper." Sophie's eyes widened, her hand moving to the crotch of the diaper, shocked to realize she had, indeed, wet herself already, moments after being pinned into the padding. "One of the biggest steps to helping overgrown children like you accept their new social standing is ensuring everyone sees them for what they are... So you'd better get used to it."

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"Don't worry," Penny smiled, adjusting Andrea's skirt, "she'll never be able to tell."

Andrea squirmed, not quite convinced. "D-Do I really have to wear them, Mommy?" she squeaked.

"Of course you do," Penny told her. "I've had to change you nearly as many times this week as Dr. Breynart has changed Sophie... It's obvious you need these just as much as her."

That shut Andrea up. It was quite obvious how much her daughter needed diapers, so if she needed them the same amount... Well, there was no denying that. Penny was fudging the numbers a bit, leaving out all the messy changes her former professor had marked on Sophie's chart, but the point still stood.

"I moved in at just right time, didn't I?" she smiled at Penny. "Imagine if you and Sophie had gone through this, with only each other around... You both obviously need someone more mature to look after you."

Andrea nodded, only a hint of hesitation in the gesture. Penny could tell she wanted to point out it had been the stress of planning the wedding that had pushed her over the edge, but the wedding was over now, and she was having more accidents than ever... Perhaps she was even starting to wonder if there had been something more to Sophie's descent as well. It didn't matter now... They were both too far gone to do anything about it. "Th-Thank you for being there, Mommy," she said obediently.

"You're welcome," Penny kissed her on the forehead. "But remember, you can't call me that with Sophie around... You don't want her to know about your accidents, do you?"

As soon as they saw Sophie, Penny knew her plan had worked flawlessly. There was no hint of the college girl she'd been when she first met her... Now, she was a toddler, bashfully trying to block her infantile outfit - a shirt and diaper, the only thing she'd worn her whole stay with the doctor, and the only thing she'd be wearing from then on, until it got cold enough that her padding had to be covered by something else - from view as she was interrupted from playing with her dolls. She hadn't even thought to use the biggest plushie there to hide her shame, simply using the one she'd been holding at the time. It was still large, but no match for the massive layers of padding wrapped around her backside, straining against her plastic pants.

Penny sensed Andrea shifting uncomfortably beside her, knowing she was dressed more similarly to the girl than she'd ever want to let on. It was perfect... Sophie didn't know her mother was diapered, and would be mortified at having to act like the baby the doctor had trained her to be over the honeymoon, and that the students would continue to enforce as they babysat her, while Andrea would see her, and worry she was slipping closer and closer to becoming like her, the girl's behavior making her more and more embarrassed about what could be coming if she wasn't careful... Which, of course, wouldn't matter, since, thanks to Penny's influence, she would wind up there eventually anyway.

It would be nice, having two babies, but it was the process that Penny really loved, the futile fight her subjects tried to put up... When this was done, perhaps she'd have Dr. Breynart help her write it up, to help other people do the same thing. She loved the thought of knowing there were other people going through this, because of her... She grinned, taking the hands of her girls and leading them away, already imagining her experiment becoming a more wide-spread phenomenon. It wasn't that hard, after all... All you needed, to start, was an innocent little chore chart...