Published: February 8th 2021, 3:01:00 pm
Janet glared up at Hazel, wanting so much to defy her, to show her that she wasn't some pushover, some toddler who could be made to do anything the girl wanted, that she was the stepmother, not a baby stepsister...
But, lying there, on her back, diaper freshly fastened and on complete display under her Princess Sofia PJ shirt, suppositories churning in her tummy... She knew there was no point. It was already over. After the day she'd had, after being so thoroughly dominated and humiliated in front of all Zella's old friends like this, after her stepdaughter had ensured she was going to have a long, messy night...
"O-Okay," she said softly. Hazel nodded, helped her to her feet. Janet hated how much nicer it felt, dealing with only a single diaper, even with boosters. It almost made her feel grown-up... Which was very worrying. Was she really already forgetting what that actually felt like?! It was definitely nothing like this... Only a few days ago, she'd been wearing panties, not diapers, not even considering that might change... And now, look at her...
"I-I'm very sorry, everyone," she sniffed, looking around the room, seeing all the girls who had spent so much of high school bullying her, who, before this, she would have felt superior to, positive none of them had even come close to marrying anyone as rich as Harrison... All watching, all smirking, most recording it for posterity. "I-I shouldn't have interrupted your party. I should have just stayed in my crib in my m-messy diaper, like a good girl..."
"Good thing you'll have another chance," Deanna mocked.
"Nice work, Prissy," Zella complimented her, pushing the pacifier into her mouth once more, the woman gratefully starting to suck away at it. "I think that'll do... Unless anyone objects?"
Janet whimpered, shifting in place, blushing as she heard the diaper crinkle, betraying her discomfort, while, without it, she doubted anyone - much less everyone - would have noticed the tiny movement. She was positive she was feeling more than her imagination in her guts now... It was a good thing she hadn't taken the time to try to search for help among the crowd; even if she'd been successful with that, she had a feeling it wouldn't have ended well.
Thankfully, nobody objected. Janet could walk on her own again, but she meekly took Hazel's hand when it was offered, toddling along beside her back to the bedroom to be tucked into her crib, the partygoers coming by, one by one, for a kiss on the forehead and a pat of her diaper, before, finally, Zella raised the side, trapping Janet inside, with her inevitable fate.
"Sweet dreams," she cooed, switching off the light. "We'd better not hear another peep out of you."
"N-No, ma'am," Janet shook her head, watching as her bedroom door swung most of the way shut, the sound of the girls giggling as they headed back to the living room gradually fading... And, after a moment of relief, glad for some privacy at last... It happened.
"No!" she squeaked, hands shooting to her mouth in horror, afraid she'd been too loud, until she felt the ring of her paci, and remembered it was there. She bit into it, squirming desperately under her covers... But it was no good. Already, she could feel the warm, squishy mush oozing out, pushing its way into her diaper, expanding it around her... There was no stopping it now.
Just a few minutes after getting out of the dirty diaper she'd spent so much of the day in, she was already in another one, and there was no hope of escaping this one tonight. With the side up, she wasn't getting out of the crib herself, and she wasn't about to defy Hazel's order and be loud enough for anyone to hear her, if that was even possible to do over all the distance between her and the living room.
She tossed and turned, trying to find a position where she couldn't feel the stinky mass around her bottom, squelching between her legs with every move she made, ultimately only making it worse, making her feel more infantile and helpless. Without a clock, there was no way to know how long she spent, struggling to fall back to sleep, but it was long enough that she thought Hazel might appear to wake her up before she could manage it.
That didn't happen; in fact, she spent another long while in her crib after her eyes opened again. A part of her had hoped the party had been a nightmare, but a sniff of the air around her, a wiggle under her covers, was enough to confirm it wasn't, that she had been changed in front of all those people, then sentenced to a messy night, with all of them aware, and happy to let it happen.
She could see a little light outside her window, knew it was morning, though Zella was nowhere to be seen. Her bladder was aching by that point, and, out of habit, she held it a few more minutes, praying her stepdaughter had been joking about taking away her potty privileges. In the end, however, she gave up, letting it trickle away into her diaper, feeling it warm up for a few moments. When had Hazel joked about any of this? Of course she'd been serious... So why make herself uncomfortable?
It was a good instinct, too, since she had another wait ahead of her, watching the light grow brighter and brighter outside her window, before, at last, Zella appeared, sipping a cup of coffee. "That was quite the party last night," she said, by way of greeting, then giving a twitch of the nose. "Smells like you had quite a party, too."
Janet blushed as Hazel chuckled, amused with herself. The girl went about getting a fresh diaper and supplies, acting like this was all perfectly normal, showing no signs that she'd changed her mind about anything. Janet quietly sat by, let herself be cleaned up, put into a clean diaper, even obediently mumbled, "Thank you, ma'am."
"You are so welcome," Hazel grinned. "Somebody is in a good mood today! And I bet I know what will make it even better!"
Janet looked up at her, wondering if she'd been wrong after all, if Zella was going to take mercy on her. Instead, she went to the closet, returned with the dress she'd gotten yesterday, along with the onesie Janet had worn most of that day. She tugged it over Janet's head, adjusting the top, with its declaration of the wearer as a 'Little Princess', and the ribbon around the waist, the white and pink making the girl look like she fit her title perfectly.
Just as Janet had suspected the day before, there was no slip, or petticoat, for under the skirt. The pink diaper showed through the flowery lace, leaving very little to the imagination, ensuring anyone that saw her would still know exactly what she had on beneath the dress.
"Th-Thank you, ma'am," she parroted again. It was better than the onesie, she told herself; the diaper had been just as obvious there, thanks to the bulge, and the plastic peeking out of the legholes... And, anyone who got close enough to see through the skirt would probably hear her anyway.
"You are so very welcome," Hazel beamed. "Let's get you some breakfast."
Zella led Janet down to the dining room, the girl nervously peeking into the living room on the way there, glad to see nobody, not even Kenzi, there. She was lifted up into the booster seat and strapped in, another large bowl of oatmeal and prune baby food swirled together waiting for her, along with a large bottle of milk.
"Hmm," Hazel pretended to think, as she tied a bib around Janet's neck. "I guess I should have waited to get you dressed, huh? You're such a messy eater, and I wouldn't want you to get your dress dirty already... I supposed I'd better handle this."
She sat down next to Janet, taking the spoon from the bowl, dipping it into the contents. "Open wide!" she urged, and, despite herself, Janet felt her mouth opening obediently. She wrinkled her nose as the mix touched her tongue, but, seeing no other option, swallowed it down. "Good girl!" Hazel praised, going in for another.
Janet was trusted with the bottle, though that wasn't as much of a relief as she'd expected. "I think there's something wrong with it," she commented, pulling it away. It had been thicker than it should, grainier, almost...
"No, it's fine," Zella assured her. "I just put a little something extra in it to help you grow up big and strong."
Janet wasn't convinced, but it didn't matter; Hazel wanted her to drink, so she was going to drink. She was never quite able to place what it was, not until she was done with her breakfast, and carrying her bowl to the kitchen, where she saw, on the counter, a large bottle of Metamucil. Her eyes widened, staring up at it, down at the few remaining scraps of oatmeal clinging to the bowl Hazel had almost completely cleared out.
Hazel wanted her filling her pants again... And she was almost definitely going to get it. She couldn't feel the effects yet, but her belly was quite full from the large breakfast, and the extra fiber wasn't going to help...
Nor was the next dose, added to her bottle of apple juice as she sat on the floor, engrossed in her homework. But Hazel had given it to her, told her to drink it up, so, even knowing what was in it, what the result would be, Janet did as she was told, working her way through the simple worksheets.
She was finished with math, thank God, so most of the other subjects were simple for her, which, in a way, was almost worse. She knew this stuff forwards and backwards... She didn't need to go over page after page of it, while she sat there in her crinkly diapers, sucking on her pacifier. It only got more absurd when the bottles caught up with her. She glanced over at Zella, wondering if she should risk breaking the girl's good mood, asking for the toilet... Then, quietly, docilely, she piddled her Pampers, feeling the padding warm, swelling up between her legs. There she was, an adult, doing a child's homework, peeing her pants like a toddler... How had she let this weekend come to this?!
She saved the Spanish homework for last, and for good reason. As easy as the rest had been, this was literally in another language, one she had no experience with. Grown-up or not, she couldn't make heads or tails of it, drawing a complete blank. The bored confidence that had come with the other subjects faded away, leaving her feeling stupid, like she deserved to be dressed and treated this way if she couldn't answer a few, probably simple, questions.
"Prissy!" Zella scolded, looking down at her. "Are you still on that same page?"
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am," Janet sniffled.
Hazel sighed, reaching down, giving her diaper a poke. "Is that what's wrong?" she asked. "Why didn't you tell me you were that wet? You're almost leaking!"
Janet started to shake her head, positive it wasn't that bad, not from a single wetting, but, as she squirmed on the floor, she wasn't so sure. Had she gone again, without noticing? Was Zella trying to make it sound worse than it was? Either way, she wasn't going to contradict the girl. "S-Sorry," she mumbled again.
Hazel took her to her room for a fresh diaper, then tucked her into the crib for a nap, with another fiber-dosed bottle, and orders that she was to finish it before she would be allowed up. The nap didn't really help anything, since Janet was still lost after that, and lunch, stuck staring dumbly at her Spanish homework until Hazel slid down onto the floor next to her, explaining it all to her in simple terms, like she was talking to a child.
And, after that, it was time for supper, a bath, and bed. It seemed awfully early to Janet, but, of course, she didn't say anything, compliantly doing as she was told, getting tucked back into her crib, realizing, only once her stepdaughter was gone, that, despite all the 'help' she'd been getting that day, Hazel hadn't pushed her to fill her diapers after all.
That seemed strange... Until the next morning, anyway. She was happy to wake up to a clean diaper, but the rumbling she felt made it very obvious that wouldn't last long. Hazel hadn't been preparing her for yesterday... She'd been working up to today, and it was definitely going to pay off.
It took every ounce of courage Janet could muster, but, in the midst of her change, at the best possible time, she managed to request, "C-Could I use the potty, ma'am?"
Hazel paused, Janet sitting right in the middle of her dry diaper, squirming. For a split second, Janet felt a flutter of hope, wondering if the girl was considering it. Then, she said, "Don't be silly. Potties are for big girls. And what are you wearing?"
Before Janet could even think of being smart about it, Zella pulled the front of the diaper up, forcing her thighs apart, tugging it firmly against her crotch to ensure she could feel it. Janet whined, wriggling, "N-Not ye..." she tried, just to hear the sound of one of the tapes being opened, then stuck firmly into place. "A-A diaper," she answered resignedly.
"That's right," Hazel told her, pulling the other side tight, fastening it down as well. "Do big girls wear diapers?"
"N-No, ma'am," Janet swallowed.
"So that means you aren't a big girl, doesn't it?" Hazel asked. "So, what are you? Who wears diapers?"
There was no getting out of this one... She should have kept her mouth shut. "B-Babies," she admitted. "I-I'm a baby..."
"Yes, you are," Hazel helped her down, giving her diaper a pat. "A baby with a big day ahead of her! Do you know why?"
Janet shook her head, wishing she had an answer, to make her feel a little better, but just as clueless as she had been with the Spanish. She expected Zella to tell her; instead, the girl laughed. "That's all right," she said. "You'll figure it out. Now, as cute as you are in your PJs and diaper, we'd better get you ready..."
But what is Hazel getting Janet ready for?
A day at a normal middle school, to come home to Harrison in the afternoon?
A stay at a normal boarding school?
Some re-education at The Dollhouse?
Waiting for Harrison to get home and find how she's spent her weekend?
Or the promise of getting her old life back, but at a cost?