princesspottypants
Hostile Takeover
Published: December 26th 2022, 1:00:03 pm
"Are you sure about this?" Bryn asked uncertainly, though Jayda could tell from the way her wife was squirming in her seat as she laid out her plan how much she liked it, how quickly the horny wheels in her mind were turning. "We can make this work?"
"Absolutely," Jayda confirmed. "Trust me, I've run the numbers, and unless something catastrophic happens, there's no reason we should have any issues."
"But, like..." Bryn frowned, "is this a responsible thing to do? Are we...?"
"Bryn," Jayda gave her a kiss, "this is exactly what we hoped for, isn't it? Why we started this whole thing up together? So we could rely on one another?"
Bryn nodded. "Well, yeah... This isn't quite..."
"No," Jayda agreed. "But we never thought it would take off this much, either. Since it has, why not take advantage of it? Think about it... A whole year off... And the other one will still be around, so if there's a disaster, they can step in; outside of that, though, they can fully immerse themselves in the role... You can't tell me you don't want that."
"Well, of course I do," Bryn admitted. "Who's going to go first? Should we draw straws, or...?"
"Nope," Jayda smirked. "It was my idea, so I get to decide, and I want it to be you." She gave Bryn another kiss, reaching down to begin unbuttoning Bryn's shirt. "And I think we should start right away, young lady. You are up way past your bedtime."
"But..." Bryn pouted, earning a smile from Jayda as she wondered if the woman even knew whether she was falling into her new role already, or if it was just natural. "It isn't the new year yet!"
"It's close enough," Jayda shrugged. "Or are you going to be a naughty girl and argue with Mommy? I'd be more than happy to send you to bed with a sort bottom."
"Mommy!" Bryn squealed, but, again, there was no doubt how much she was enjoying this, how much it was pressing her buttons.
She was, after all, the perfect sub. She was so cute, and sweet, and innocent... Jayda had always found it strange that she insisted she was a switch, that she wanted to be the domme now and then. Jayda entertained the notion, let her play at it... But, one day, as they'd been sitting in the office they shared as co-CEOs, she'd come up with this plan to finally make Bryn recognize where she belonged, what her place was. It wasn't that she minded running the company with her... At this point, she could do it all herself, though, and that meant Bryn was free to do whatever she wanted... Or, rather, whatever Jayda wanted.
"One year," she'd pitched it. "Each of us is going to spend one year as a full-time sub, not even going to work, just doing anything the other chooses for them. Then, at the next New Year's Day, we'll switch, and the other will take over."
It was a larger scale version of something they already did, alternating weekends. Jayda usually went first then, too, and Bryn would often just copy her ideas, further proof that she wasn't cut out to be in charge. This time, however, Jayda wasn't going to give her a chance to have her turn. By the time Jayda was finished with her, she'd never be able to think of herself as domme again... Or even an adult.
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Jayda gave it a couple months; why not? She had plenty of time. And it was good to lay out some groundwork, she thought, to get Bryn into the habit of depending on her for almost everything, picking out her clothes for her, cooking her meals, putting her to bed, treating her, for all intents and purposes, like a little girl.
It wasn't the only game they'd played, before now, though it was their favorite... Bryn was perfect for it, after all, and Jayda loved to see her that way, to watch her lose herself in her second childhood, obediently doing as she was told - or misbehaving, clearly trying to bait Jayda into giving her a spanking - watching cartoons and coloring...
Bryn had asked, after a week or two, "Is this what we're doing the full year?" They'd gone for a full week once, and, until now, that had been the longest. By the end of it, Jayda had caught Bryn starting to suck her thumb, seemingly without noticing, and there had been some wet spots in the thick, white cotton panties she'd bought for her that she certainly had never owned up to being aware of making, at the very least.
"If that's what I want," Jayda had said, not letting on that it was, indeed, her intention. "And what are you going to do about it, little one?"
Bryn fidgeted, tugging at the hem of the one of the many tiny, pleated skirts Jayda loved to lay out for her in the mornings. "N-Nothing," she'd nibbled her bottom lip.
"What was that?" Jayda had pressed. She didn't insist on it all the time... Not yet, anyway. Now, however, it felt entirely appropriate.
Bryn had tilted her head, in the adorable way she always did when she was confused, a few moments passing before it hit her, and she corrected herself. "N-Nothing, Mommy. I-I won't do anything about it."
"No, you won't," Jayda had grinned. "You can't do anything about it, can you?" Bryn had shook her head, looking a little scared, though there was no mistaking the excitement in her eyes, either.
Jayda had let it go until now, showing no hint that she was going to swerve away to anything different. Then, out of the blue, after she got home from work one Friday, she changed out of her usual suit, into a nurse's costume.
She stepped into the doorway of the living room, where Bryn was lying on her tummy, watching TV, her legs kicking lazily back and forth in the air above her, making her skirt slide down, exposing a hint of those white panties... And the small yellow spot Jayda had been confident she'd see there.
"Bryn?" she announced loudly, causing the girl to jump. "Are you Bryn, dear?"
Bryn looked back over her shoulder, her face lighting up, thinking that they were finally moving on to a different game. "Yes, ma'am," she nodded, scrambling to her feet. "That's me!"
"Very good," Jayda peered over the top of her glasses at her, scanning her up and down. "Come on, then... The doctor has given me some very specific instructions for you, young lady."
There was no question that Bryn saw them straight away, as soon as she was led by the hand into their playroom. Jayda hadn't let her in there for a few days, after she'd started getting the packages delivered the the office, bringing them home and unloading them from her car after Bryn's bedtime.
They'd had a corner of the room set up as a doctor's office already, with an exam table and some medical supplies they could have fun with. The shelves beside it had been there, too... What was on them now, however, hadn't been, so Jayda couldn't quite hide her smile when she heard Bryn's squeak, felt the girl's palm grow sweaty as it wiggled within her own.
The exam table was high enough to ensure that, if either one of them was sitting on it, their feet couldn't reach the floor, emphasizing how small they were, how helpless. It was especially cute to see that now, Bryn's colorful, laceless sneakers swinging back and forth as she stared at the shelves, at the stacks and stacks of objects there, as she began to process what was about to happen, and how serious Jayda must be about it.
"The doctor tells me," Jayda lectured, peering down at the seated Bryn, "that you've been having some accidents lately. Is that true?"
"N-No, ma'am," Bryn shook her head, hands moving between her legs, pinning her skirt down, obviously afraid of being checked, of having her lie revealed.
"Bryn," Jayda folded her arms, "if you're fibbing to me, I'm going to have to let your Mommy know that, and I bet she'd be very disappointed to hear about that, don't you?" Bryn nodded bashfully. "There's no need to be embarrassed... Lots of little girls your age wet themselves now and then. Of course, they don't all have to go back to Pampers because of it, but it's more common than you might think."
She picked up one of the diapers, choosing one with a particularly infantile pattern, watching with satisfaction as Bryn turned her red face away, too flustered to even look at it, no doubt helped along by Jayda's choice of words for describing it. Bryn had confessed to her once that she was curious about diapers, that, when she was younger, she'd actually stolen a Pamper from the changing table of a toddler she was babysitting, only to be overwhelmed with guilt and put it back before she could try it.
Jayda gently pressed her hand against Bryn's chest, feeling her heart thumping like a trapped hummingbird for a moment before she gave a push, laying her down onto her back, Bryn's own hands still clinging to her skirt for dear life, holding it down. "I-If I go back to d-diapers, the other kids will make fun of me," she sniffed, staring up at Jayda.
"But you need them," Jayda gently tried Bryn's fingers free of the fabric, pushing her skirt up, revealing the soggy panties underneath. "Clearly." Bryn let out a quiet whimper, underwear glistening with wetness as another dribble escaped into them. "So, maybe it would be easier for you to be around other kids who still need them, so they have nothing to tease you about. I know a wonderful daycare I can recommend to your Mommy."
"I-I'm too old for daycare!" Bryn whined, words growing more frantic as Jayda took out a pair of medical scissors, snipping the sides of her panties so she could slide them off of her, destroying them to make it feel more urgent, more serious, before starting to unfold the diaper, taking her time, rubbing it against her hands so it would crinkle. "A-And I don't have that many accidents! A-And they're really small, and..."
Jayda lifted her up and slid the diaper under her, the moment her bottom touched the padding putting an end to the girl's protests. She laid there, squirming slightly, while Jayda wiped her off, powdered and lotioned her, and then, finally, tugged the front of the diaper up between her thighs, taping it tightly into place.
It wasn't until Bryn had sat up, dazedly pawing at the diaper she was now wearing, that she was able to form words again, her voice quiet, scared... And, unless Jayda was mistaken, just a little excited. "H-How long do I hafta wear them?"
"That's up to your Mommy and the doctor," Jayda shrugged. "If your Mommy is anything like me, though, as soon as she sees how cute you are in them, she'll want to keep you in them for a long, long time."
Of course, that was, indeed, the case. Jayda made Bryn throw away every single pair of her panties, not only the little girl ones they'd bought for this year, but her grown-up ones, too. "B-But..." Bryn sputtered when she heard that, fidgeting and blushing in her diapers.
"You heard me," Jayda said. "And you know the rules..."
She did what she could to encourage Bryn, to make her new life more appealing... Especially after she told the girl that she was going to start coming into work with her, sitting and playing in the office, because she was too little to spend all day by herself now. "Wh-What if somebody sees?!" she wailed.
"Then they'll see," Jayda replied simply. The office was where she really worked her magic, breastfeeding Bryn, keeping a vibrator tucked away to reward her when she used her diapers. And she did use them... She had no other options. Jayda forbid her from asking her, or anyone else, to take her to the bathroom, and from taking her diapers off herself.
"Uh-oh!" she loved to tease, when she checked Bryn and inevitably found her wet, or messy. "Did you have another accident?"
"No!" Bryn would claim, despite the evidence to the contrary. "I don't have accidents, Mommy!"
"Then do you use your Pampers on purpose?" Jayda would smirk, knowing, of course, that she'd given her no other choice.
It was every bit as cute as she hoped, and Bryn did, in fact, fit the role of adult baby as perfectly as Jayda had known she would. There was no relief after that, no reprieve... Bryn was her full-time little girl.
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Her assumption was that, by the end of the year, she'd forget all about their arrangement, or be too timid to bring it up if Jayda didn't. At best, Jayda thought, she'd mention it a few days into the new year, and Jayda would brush it off, remind Bryn of how many of her diapers she'd changed, and watch as the girl pouted, then gave up, knowing her Mommy was right.
The fact that Bryn didn't mention it after Christmas made her sure she was right. Even on New Year's Eve, when Jayda tucked her into bed just half an hour after her usual, early bedtime as a holiday treat, she only insisted she could, too, stay up to watch the ball drop, despite how much she was already yawning.
And then, to Jayda's surprise, the next morning she woke up to find Bryn already up, dressed in a tight dress that left no doubt that she was no longer wearing her diapers, while carrying one of them in her hand, smiling down at her wife. "Rise and shine, little one!" she cooed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jayda asked. "You didn't get that from your dress-up closet, young lady... We'd better get that off you right now, or you're going to ruin it! And if I don't find a diaper under there, you are in big trouble!"
"Don't be silly, sweetie," Bryn smiled. "Did you have a dream that you were my Mommy? That's adorable! But you're awake now, honey... And it's a brand new year."
"But..." Jayda gulped, staring at the diaper, starting to realize she was serious. "I-I don't think this is a good idea... As long as you've been wearing diapers, I..."
"We had an arrangement, Jayda," Bryn told her sternly. "You're not backing out of it now."
It was only a matter of time, Jayda thought. Bryn would last a week, if that, back in adult life before she came crawling back, literally... And that was if she didn't ruin every pair of pants she had first from how bad her potty training must be.
Except, that wasn't what happened. True to her pattern, Bryn copied Jayda, taking her into work in full baby mode, keeping her with her at all times, where there was no way for her to hide that, somehow, she was adapting perfectly, her bladder control apparently unaffected. It was honestly impressive, considering how hard Jayda had worked to destroy it.
Jayda, on the other hand... Bryn began incorporating the vibrator as a reward for using her diapers at work right away, and Jayda was shocked at how amazing it felt, at how much she fantasized about it, after only a couple days. By the end of that first week, when she was positive Bryn would be back to babyhood, she was still doing well, answering calls and putting out fires without missing a beat, her year off clearly having done her some good.
And Jayda was sitting on her blanket in front of the desk, sucking her pacifier, playing with her dollies, when she frowned, wiggling her bottom in confusion before lifting up her short skirt, glancing behind herself to ensure Mommy was busy before running her hand over her diaper. She let out a tiny gasp into her paci, cheeks burning as she received confirmation.
She was wet... She had no recollection whatsoever of using her diaper, yet, somehow, she was wet. Was her body betraying her, knowing it would get some time with the vibrator if it did that? Or was she truly actually starting to do what Bryn had resisted for most of a year, after less than one week, and losing her control?
Either way, adulthood felt so far away already, much less her time as a domme, as the one in control of their relationship. How was she possibly going to be able to go back to that after a full year of this? She sucked a little harder on her paci as it began to dawn on her that maybe she'd been wrong all along... Maybe it wasn't Bryn who wasn't cut out to be a switch after all...