Published: May 14th 2021, 2:00:07 pm
"Ugh!" Sonia rolled her eyes as she spilled milk onto herself, definitely glad for the apron, although it didn't completely manage to contain the liquid. She blushed as she felt it start to run down her legs, rubbing them together to try to dry them off, diaper rustling as she did, making it feel like, despite how cold it was, it was something else she was trying to hide.
This stupid outfit Mommy had made her wear was certainly not helping... She wiggled her bottom, stomping her feet in frustration as the padding refused to leave her alone. She couldn't blame everything on the clothes - she typically made a bit of a mess anyway - but she was pretty sure this was worse than usual.
She wanted to be back in her Pull-Ups so badly... It took her a few more moments of sulkily stirring before she even thought about how much nicer it would have been to be in her panties again instead, which was worrying. Those didn't even feel like an option to her anymore... She'd gotten so used to the Pull-Ups, it seemed like that was all she could hope for. She remembered how hard it had been to get accustomed to them at first, how she'd been so sure she could never do it, and now look at her.
Was that how it was going to be with the diapers, too? She shivered, imagining it... Normally, she only wore them in the evenings, when Mommy was punishing her, or overnight, or, sometimes, if she was really in for a punishment, during a baby day, when Mommy would make her stay in the nursery the whole time, crawling around and acting, obviously, like a baby. It was very rare for her to be in them like this, when she had to do anything other than go with Mommy to the dining room to eat supper, or the living room to watch TV, or the nursery to be put to bed. With enough time, though, why wouldn't she start to accept them, to see them as normal?
Because she wasn't a baby! She shook her head, cheeks burning, angry at herself for even considering that she might do that. She wasn't going to end up in diapers all the time, definitely not enough for her to accept them! She was an adult! And, even when she and Mommy were playing, she was too big of a girl to be in diapers...
She had done pretty well so far at staying dry today. She had a feeling, with the onesie, it would be hard for her not to notice an accident, which sometimes happened with her Pull-Ups, if she was only a bit soggy, and didn't think to check herself before Mommy got home and did it for her. The way the onesie cradled the diaper, held it snugly against her, she was positive she'd feel the tiniest dribble as soon as it happened, hopefully in time to put a stop to it and toddle her way to the bathroom before it got any worse.
She added in a few spices, one in particular catching her eye the way it always did. As far as she knew, this was the only recipe they used that called for it - in fact, she could almost guarantee that, since they'd had to go out and buy it the first time she'd made the cookies. She'd tried to Google substitutions for it, and, strangely, Google had come up empty, so she'd had to get the real thing.
It was only available in a fairly large bottle, and she hadn't come across any other recipes that used it, either, so it almost felt like a waste, having it around only for her cookies. The cookies were tasty, though, and she'd been experimenting with putting a little more than the recipe called for, to make it feel more like it was a worthy addition to the spice shelf in the cabinet. So far, it hadn't made the cookies any less yummy, so she kept going today, putting in twice as much as the webpage told her to.
Once she had everything together, she started to stir, which was always the most dangerous part of the job. She always meant to start slow, but it felt like it was going to take too long when she did that, so, every time, she sped up, and, before she knew it, she'd splashed batter all over the counter, her apron, herself...
"Just take it slow," she told herself, clutching the long, wooden spoon tighter. "You have all the time in the world..."
Except that the oven beeped at her, telling her it was warmed up. Did it really matter? Would it hurt anything if she let it sit there, pre-warmed, for a few extra minutes? Probably not, but the sound still put her on edge, made her feel like she was falling behind, and, despite her own assurances, she began to move the spoon faster, splashing loose ingredients, and then, eventually, dough up onto her hand.
And everything else. "Maybe Mommy's right," she pouted, surveying the damage. "Maybe I am just a baby..." She knew exactly how to avoid this, of course... Surely, if she wasn't a baby, she could use that knowledge to avoid this, at least once, and yet, it never seemed to work.
She started to go to the sink to at least wash her hands, but she paused, and, instead, raised her hand to her mouth, licking the dough off. Mommy would never allow that, always lecturing her about how she shouldn't eat raw cookie dough; Mommy wasn't here. Sometimes, she thought it was even better before it was cooked, though perhaps that was because of the naughty factor, because she knew Mommy didn't want her to do it. It probably wasn't a punishable offense, although Mommy would likely have given her bottom a swat if she saw it. And, with the diaper, Sonia would have barely felt it.
That was one point for the diapers, she thought. Obviously, if she was really getting a spanking, Mommy would take them down, and it didn't matter... For just little, incidental things like this, however, they protected her... They might even be thick enough to help her out if Mommy decided to use one of the wooden spoons. She wasn't sure about that one, though...
It might be a good thing to find out, she mused, staring at the spoon resting in her bowl. She did want to get the cookies into the oven, since the oven was ready, but it would only take her a few seconds to run a little experiment. She picked up the spoon, running a finger over it to get off as much dough as she could, munching on it as she reached behind herself, giving her padded backside a light tap.
"Nothing!" she smirked proudly, feeling like she'd really accomplished something. Of course... She'd barely even tried, if she was being honest. She probably wouldn't have felt much without the diaper, either. She bit her bottom lip, questioning whether it was worth it to try again, more like what Mommy would do.
She'd come this far... Why not? She braced herself, drawing her arm back again, then smacked the spoon against the seat of her diaper. She definitely could tell something had happened, that there had been an impact there, even beyond hearing the crinkle... There wasn't anything even approaching pain, however.
Then again, she was much smaller than Mommy, and weaker... It may have seemed like she was putting in the same amount of effort that Mommy did, but it probably wasn't anything close to that. Considering how easy the first two had been, Sonia let herself get cocky, putting all of her strength into a third, final swing, just to prove that, as long as she was in her diapers, Mommy couldn't hurt her.
She wasn't sure if she'd been holding back more than she'd thought on even the second attempt, or if she'd hit a spot that was still particularly sore from the real spanking Mommy had given her the night before, but as soon as the spoon hit her diaper, she knew she'd made a mistake. She yelped, her eyes watering... Her diaper growing warm.
"No!" she squealed, trying to squeeze her legs together, to stop it. It had only been a dribble at first, but, as had become normal for her lately, once that started, there was nothing she could do about it, other than stand by, feel it turn into a trickle, then a full-on stream. "No!" she stomped her foot, the onesie helping her feel every bit of it, as the urine spread through her diaper, seeming to soak every inch of it, making it squishy and heavy. "Stupid baby!"
Why had she done that?! Mommy was going to be so mad at her now! She poked at the diaper beneath her apron and onesie, wrinkling her nose. She was absolutely soaked... It was even wetter than her overnight diaper had been, and she'd been totally awake this time! She should have been able to stop it before it got this bad!
She tried to go back to her cookies, but she couldn't concentrate, the diaper squishing any time she made a move. Finally, she had to go back to the nursery, taking out another one of the diapers Mommy had prepared for her. She wasn't completely sure what she was doing, to be honest... She'd always wanted to be a babysitter when she was younger, only to have everyone tell her she was too young, even after she'd reached the same age that other girls she knew were able to do it. It was almost like they knew the truth about her, that she was still a baby herself, deep down...
She had seen Mommy put her in a diaper enough times by now that she knew the basics, but it felt much different, being the one to do it, and doing it to herself. Getting the diaper off was easy, although she saw why Mommy had given her three diapers when a patch of plastic from the landing strip came off with the tape. She wiped herself clean, throwing the wipes away, balling the diaper up and setting it on top in the diaper pail, so Mommy could see what she'd done.
She considered using the marker and trying to imitate Mommy's handwriting to create another diaper, then driving somewhere to throw this one out and dispose of the evidence, but she was sure Mommy would figure it out... Sonia's handwriting was much messier than Mommy's, and it would probably take a few tries to get anywhere close, and, by then, Mommy would definitely be suspicious about why the diaper supply was so much lower than it should have been...
Perhaps she should have, however, so she could make a couple extras, because her first attempt at taping one of the diapers onto herself was an abject failure, the thing slipping downwards as soon as she stood up. The onesie probably would have kept it up, sure, but if she did happen to have another accident, she knew it wouldn't end well. She sat back down on the changing table, annoyed, to adjust the tapes, only to have the plastic rip off again, leaving her with just one diaper for the rest of the day.
That was all she needed, she told herself, so long as she was able to get it taped on correctly the first time. She'd managed to slide the first one up and down to use the toilet... She could do the same with this. She tossed the unused, but ruined, diaper at the closed lid of her diaper pail, then picked up the third.
She took it slower, pulling the diaper tighter around herself, despite how much she disliked the feel of it, pressing so snugly against her, constantly reminding her of what a baby she was. Better that than a leak, however, so she taped it up, sealing herself in, mostly satisfied with how it looked when she was done. The tapes were a bit crooked, but snapping the onesie shut over them solved that.
"I hope the oven hasn't burned the house down yet," she grumbled, waddling back to the kitchen. Of course, since her nursery was a part of the house, and she hadn't seen so much as a puff of smoke in there, the rest of the house was fine, everything waiting for her right where she left it.
She washed her hands, then got out her cookie sheets, starting to drop the dough onto them. Even before they went in the oven, they were looking delicious... And, Sonia realized, she probably wasn't going to get any today, after what she'd just done. Mommy knew how many cookies the recipe made, too, so she might get suspicious if Sonia decided to sneak one before she got home.
So she didn't feel too bad about popping a few more pinches of dough into her mouth as she went, or leaving a bit extra in the bowl at the end. Normally, she'd scrape it out with the spoon she'd used to mix, but after spanking herself with the spoon, it felt wrong to use it again, so, after putting the pans into the oven, she plopped down on the floor, scraping the dough out of the bowl with her fingers and eating it up.
That didn't take too long, though. She could have started cleaning up the kitchen, but that didn't make sense to her to do until she had the cookies finished, and had everything ready to be washed, including the pans, and the cooling racks. And she was worried about going to the living room to finish up in there, both because there might be people around outside the window, and because she didn't want to miss the oven's ding when the cookies were done baking.
So, after washing her hands again, she started to put the ingredients away, and, as she did, she thought about that one spice again. With a little time to kill, she picked up her phone, searching for recipes that used it, wondering if she could get on Mommy's good side by making something else for her for supper tonight.
To her surprise, nothing came up, except for the recipe for the cookies she was already using. That was weird... Why would they be selling it, if nobody used it? She went back up to the search bar, erasing the word recipes, and did another search.
Suddenly, it all made sense. Sonia blushed as she looked over the information she'd found, squirming uncomfortably in her diapers, hoping that this was some kind of a joke... Although, if that was the case, she didn't know who would, or could, have done it.
It wasn't a spice at all... The name had always sounded weird to her, but so did plenty of other spices. She did remember having trouble finding it at the store, and having to have a worker help her... She hadn't questioned where they'd found it, either, just been happy when they returned to her with the bottle, despite how big it had been.
"Oh, no," she groaned, her stomach twisting more and more the further she read. How could she have been so silly?! Why hadn't she looked it up before now?! There it was, right on the page, in black and white... 'Over-use can lead to incontinence,' it told her.
Mommy hadn't been behind this at all... She didn't have some deep, dark plan to land Sonia in diapers permanently. Sonia, herself, had been the reason she'd gotten demoted out of panties, and was on the cusp of losing her training pants as well. Every time she'd been a good girl, and earned herself the treat of a cookie, she'd been bringing herself closer and closer to this moment...
But she hadn't quite reached that point, had she? She read on, feeling a bit of relief when she saw that, apparently, urinary incontinence was the first sign of an overdose... As long as she wasn't messing herself, however, she should recover, given time to detox. She'd had a few close calls with that, and some pretty stick Pull-Ups that Mommy had been very unhappy with her for, yet she had never fully pooped her pants. And, as long as she didn't, she ought to be okay.
Of course, that was only if she stopped cold turkey. She flinched at the sound of the oven's alarm going off, and, quietly, she pulled the pans out of the oven, setting them on the cooling racks. Mommy had ordered her to make them today, as part of her chores... If she threw them away, she'd be in trouble for not doing as she was told. If she kept them, on the other hand...
She shivered. There was time... She could make another batch, a different kind of cookies. She started to Google for another recipe, before she recalled something else, prompting her to climb back up onto her step-stool, grabbing the bag of flour she'd spilled all over the place. Sure enough, while there was a bit left in the bottom, it was nowhere near what she'd need to make any kind of cookies she could think of.
She tried searching for flourless cookies, and she did find some options, but they were always short, or didn't have, at least one of the ingredients. She could go shopping... Even if she put some pants or a skirt over her onesie, however, she didn't want to leave the house in a diaper.
"I don't know what to do!" she whined, glaring at the dastardly cookies, sitting there, seemingly mocking her with what they'd done to her, how they'd landed her in those diapers she wanted so badly to get out of, and how they were going to make it worse if she didn't get rid of them. Any time Mommy wanted to reward her, without realizing it, she'd be turning Sonia into more of a baby...
Should she just be naughty? If she never gave Mommy a reason to give her the cookies, she'd never have to eat them... She would have an excuse to punish Sonia as much as she wanted, however, and Sonia wasn't sure that would be any better.
She decided to distract herself by starting to clean up, since she was going to have to do that eventually anyway. She could put the cookies into the cookie jar for now, and then throw them away later if she had to... And, if she was going to somehow make more cookies to replace them, she'd need the pans clean anyway.
She kept the apron on while she did the dishes, the protect her onesie, and the diaper beneath, from water splashes, not wanting to give Mommy any reason to think she'd gotten this diaper wet, too, then wiped off the counters. Finally, all she had to do was get all the flour and milk off the floor, so she squatted down to try to wipe up the worst of the puddles with her washcloth.
That was when she felt it. She almost didn't recognize it - or, maybe she didn't want to - but after a moment, she realized what was happening, her cheeks burning as she desperately attempted to stand... Unfortunately, even that bit of pressure, that push to get herself back onto her feet, was too much.
"N-No!" she shook her head, wrinkling her nose as she felt it coming, her diaper crackling as a wave of warm, sticky mush began to ooze out of her, filling it. She really wished she hadn't eaten so much dough now, as she squirmed in place, helpless to stop it, the onesie keeping the diaper from sagging too low, from allowing her to easily escape the sensation as she messed herself.
And then, as a final indignity, when she was finished, and tried to stand, her legs quivered and, instead, plopped her down onto the floor, the mass squelching between her legs. She sniffled softly, squirming in place, remembering what the website she'd found had said about how, if there were signs of fecal incontinence, the effects were almost definitely irreversible...
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"Sonia!"
Sonia flinched, raising her head weakly from her pillow as she heard Mommy's voice bellowing from downstairs. Carefully, she hopped down from her crib, where she'd been lying on her tummy, the mess in her pants shifting as her feet landed on the floor despite her best efforts. She toddled out of her nursery and downstairs, feeling tinier than ever, even before she saw Mommy's unhappy expression.
"Would you care to explain to me why you didn't finish cleaning in here?" she demanded, standing in the middle of the living room.
Sonia blushed, peeking around the doorframe, trying to keep her messy bottom out of sight for as long as possible, especially in this room, where anyone could look in the curtains and see her. "I-I'm sorry, Mommy," she sniffed. "Th-The curtains weren't there, a-and..."
"I asked you to do your chores, didn't I?" Mommy shook her head. "I don't care if you might get a little embarrassed by someone seeing you in your diapers, I..."
Sonia swallowed, watching as Mommy's nose twitched. "Sonia," she raised an eyebrow, "why are you standing like that?"
"I-I still don't want anyone to see me through the window," Sonia said, the truth, but not all of it.
"Sonia, I want you to march your little bottom in here right this minute," Mommy pointed at a spot on the floor in front of her. "Now!" she barked, when Sonia didn't immediately spring into action.
Sonia scrambled forward, feeling her diaper drooping as low as the onesie would allow. She could tell Mommy knew what had happened right away, but she turned Sonia around anyway, giving her lumpy bottom a pat. "Sonia!" she scolded. "What is this?"
"I-I'm sorry, Mommy!" Sonia told her. "I-I didn't mean to..."
Mommy shook her head. "Why didn't you at least clean yourself up? Don't tell me you did this, and used your other two diapers as well!"
"N-Not quite..." Sonia blushed.
"Sonia!" Mommy grabbed her by the hand, pulling her up to her nursery, where she found the other two diapers. "Oh, Sonia... What am I going to do with you? Why didn't you at least change yourself?"
"I-I was out of the diapers you left me," Sonia pointed out. In a way - despite it meaning she'd been stuck in her dirty diaper for the rest of the day - she'd been glad for that, since cleaning up after a messy accident had seemed like it would be very hard.
"I would have made an exception," Mommy prodded Sonia's diaper. "I didn't think you'd go this far. Honestly, Sonia... I think you've proven you aren't ready to be a big girl after all. Don't you agree?"
Sonia squirmed in her poopy pants, knowing that, ultimately, it didn't matter... Whether she was ready or not, her insistence on sticking with that recipe for so long had guaranteed she needed her diapers now. Even if Mommy let her try her Pull-Ups again, she wouldn't be in them for long.
"Y-Yes, Mommy," she agreed quietly.
"And how did you get cookie dough on the seat of your onesie?" Mommy sighed, turning Sonia around and ushering her towards the changing table with a swat on her diaper. Sure enough, Sonia didn't feel it... But she did feel the mess in her pants shift and squish in a way that was almost worse. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
Mommy took the onesie off of her, but she kept Sonia in diapers. In fact, she put her in two, picking up the unused one from earlier in the day and using it as an inner layer. "You'd better get used to these," she told the girl, giving the extra-thick padding a pat.
"Yes, Mommy," Sonia sulked, while Mommy picked out a little pink crop top for her, giving her nothing else to wear, nothing that came close to hiding her diaper, probably to help her get used to them.
"Well," Mommy said, after taking Sonia down to the kitchen so she could keep an eye on her as she cooked, "at least you did one of your chores. Go on, you can have one of your cookies."
"R-Really?" Sonia's stomach churned at the idea, although, to be fair, she didn't think it would really matter if she had more at this point or not.
"Of course," Mommy smiled. "It would be mean to make you go through all that trouble and then not let you have any today, no matter how naughty you were otherwise."
Sonia nodded, then, after a moment, had a brilliant idea. "Here," she said, taking one of the cookies out of the jar and giving it to Mommy.
"For me?" Mommy raised an eyebrow. "But these are your special treats, sweetie."
"You deserve it," Sonia smiled sweetly. "You got me out of that stinky, icky diaper... I want you to have it!"
"Well, that's very nice of you," Mommy nodded, taking it and taking a bite. "Oh, these are very good, Sonia!"
"Thank you, Mommy," Sonia grinned. "After everything you do for me, I thought you deserved rewards sometimes, too."
"I think you're right," Mommy winked. "I can't believe I've never tried these before! They're wonderful, sweetie!"
"I'm glad you like them," Sonia told her. "Maybe if I've been naughty, and don't deserve one, you ought to have it instead."
"That's not going to get you out of your punishment," Mommy warned her. Sonia had no doubt that was true... But it might be worth going through some spankings, and mouth-soapings, and line-writing, for the end result. How long would it take before Mommy started having accidents, too? And how much longer after that would it take before she was back in diapers, just like Sonia?
Sonia giggled to herself, imagining it. She'd already been demoted back to a baby anyway... Why not let Mommy join in on the 'fun'?