Published: June 25th 2023, 12:00:02 pm
Shania let out a groan, feeling a bit dazed as she stared down at the empty bowl on the tray in front of her, hands and face caked in oatmeal, tummy uncomfortably full, bloating against the waistband of her diaper. She shifted in her high chair, diaper crackling beneath her, waiting for Lindsay and Bennett to finish kissing, to notice her, let her out...
Bennett had done a good job of assembling the high chair and it was solid, not creaking or swaying in the slightest as she squirmed, showing no signs of budging regardless of how much she fought, not that she was feeling up to much, as stuffed as she was. Even so, she'd gotten so little reaction so far, she couldn't imagine that made any difference. On her best day, she had no hope of breaking the chair under her, or the lock on the tray, which was also very secure, barely even rattling when she pushed on the tray with all her might, staying right where it belonged, over her lap, regardless of whether she attempted to shove it outwards or upwards, or anything else.
The crib, she suspected, was going to be much the same. Even without Lindsay hypnotizing Shania's adult faculties into oblivion, she suspected she'd be trapped in the furniture... Or had Lindsay done that, too, without her noticing, made her weaker? She wasn't sure which would be worse - Lindsay being behind it, or her own patheticness?
"Oh, are you all done?" Lindsay finally pulled herself away from Bennett, turning back towards Shania. "What a good girl!"
"C-Can I go to bed now?" Shania asked. It was even earlier than usual, but after the day she'd had, she hardly cared... She'd rather sulk in bed, alone, than face Lindsay, or any other further humiliations she might have in store for her.
Lindsay chuckled. "Of course not, silly," she shook her head. "How can you go to bed when your Daddy hasn't put it together yet?"
"I'd better get to work on that," Bennett said. "If she's sleepy, I don't want to make her wait too long."
"She'll be fine," Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Besides, I think she could use a bit more food..." Shania whimpered, Lindsay ignoring the sound. "Mrs. Knight told me she barely ate anything for lunch."
"I'm full!" Shania protested, kicking her feet uselessly while Lindsay slipped out of the room. "Daddy!" she sniffed, staring up at Bennett. "I-I don't wanna eat more... Tell Mommy I don't need more!"
Bennett smiled, stepping closer to her, Shania's heart beating a bit faster, just being near him, before almost bursting when he reached out, stroked her hair. "You have to eat, sweetie," he cooed. "Don't you want to grow up to be big and strong?"
"I am!" Shania glared at him. "I am grown! You know that, Daddy!" Didn't he? She nibbled her lip, observing him, trying to decide, unsure if, perhaps, Lindsay had used some hypnosis on him, too, after Shania had done her best to make out with him last time. "Let me show you, Daddy!" she insisted, reaching out towards him. "Let me out of here, Daddy!"
"You need to stay right there until you've had enough to eat," he told her.
"I have!" she huffed. "Mommy just wants me to... Sh-She wants..." She blushed, wiggling in place, unable to bring herself to say it out loud, to even really think much about it. She couldn't let it happen, wouldn't let it happen; Mommy didn't have that much control over her! If she could hold it until tomorrow morning, then Mrs. Knight would certainly take her to the potty... But could she do it? Her tummy was already starting to hurt, and Mommy was bringing her more...
"She wants what, sweetie?" Bennett asked, leaning in even nearer. Shania had to try it, couldn't help herself, especially not after watching that little display Lindsay had put on her for. She stretched up, as high as she could, holding herself up with the help of the tray, lips pursed...
"I want her to be a good little girl," Lindsay answered for Shania, who instantly plopped back down in her seat, gulping. "But not for a long, long time... For now, she should concentrate on being a sweet, adorable baby." She set the bowl of oatmeal, completely filled again, back down on the tray, a bit harder than last time, her eyes flashing with anger as she sneered, "Eat up, little piggy."
Full or not, Shania had no choice other than to start gobbling down more handfuls of oatmeal, now even cooler, more disgusting. Bennett chuckled, then said, "I'd better go start her crib."
"Well, let me thank you in advance for all that work," Lindsay grabbed him by the hand, keeping him in the room, pulling him back to her to go back to making out, shooting Shania a dirty look over his shoulder as she did, showing her how much better she was doing the thing she'd caught Shania failing at moments ago.
Shania assumed that was it, that was as bad as it would get... And then Lindsay let out a laugh. "Oh, Shania," she called over to her as she broke away from Bennett's mouth for a second. "You are such a messy eater!"
At first, Shania thought she was making an observation - an unfair one, considering it was Lindsay's own hypnosis that was making Shania eat this way - thinking little of it until she shifted in her seat, frowning and furrowing her brow, positive something wasn't quite right. She couldn't quite deduce what, put her finger on it, wiggling back and forth, although her diaper did seem different, somehow.
It wasn't until she heard the involuntary grunt escape her own lips that she put it together, and even then, she refused to accept it at first, head swimming with shame. "No," she whimpered, peering down, the tray blocking her sight, before reaching under, poking at her diaper's padding. It was lumpy, and mushy, and at the same time, the smell began to reach her nose.
"No!" she squeaked, shaking her head, mortified. She made a vain attempt to stop it, to force her muscles to obey, but she was too far gone now... Even if she hadn't been, she wasn't sure it would have mattered, though she told herself that was the reason now, to give herself some small bit of comfort. It wasn't much, however, because, like it or not, she was right in the middle of messing her diaper.
And then, to add insult to injury, Lindsay pulled away from Bennett, looking Shania right in the eye. "Is everything okay, Shania?" she asked. "Uh-oh... What are you doing, honey?"
Shania groaned as Bennett turned towards her curiously, as she saw his expression turn from curiosity to bemusement. "Wow, I guess you're right," he told Lindsay. "I just hadn't seen it, so I didn't think she was that little."
"I-I'm not!" Shania insisted.
"Well, she gets it all out when it's just me or Mrs. Knight," Lindsay said. "She does it all the time."
"N-No, I don't!" Shania squealed, but when she was met with only chuckles, she could hardly blame them. It was difficult, if not impossible, to sell the idea that she never messed her diaper when she was right in the middle of doing it as she spoke.
Indeed, Bennett ignored her altogether, taking her words as seriously as he would any other pants-pooper. "Why did Mrs. Knight even bother suggesting Pull-Ups, then?" he shook his head. "It seems like she really just ought to be in diapers all the time."
"No!" Tears sprang to Shania's eyes, the fact that the suggestion was coming from Bennett himself making it sting that much more.
"I think she thought having them might motivate her to try a bit harder," Lindsay shrugged. "But you do have a point... They're not open yet, so we could always return them."
With one final push, Shania's bowels finished emptying, leaving the girl stunned, sitting in her high chair with her diapers full of mush, tears of frustration and anger, and humiliation, streaming down her face, only making her look more like the dumb little baby Lindsay's hypnosis had turned her into.
"Well, if you and Mrs. Knight have been changing her all this time, I think it's only fair I handle it now," Bennett offered, putting the final nail into the coffin of Shania's adulthood. Lindsay hadn't even had to force Shania to ask him to do it... He'd volunteered all on his own, and once he'd changed her diaper, especially a messy one, she knew she had any hope she had of making him see her as a grown-up again, if there ever actually been any, would be gone for good.
Lindsay grinned at Shania. "That's so sweet of you... Shania is so lucky to have such a thoughtful Daddy, aren't you, sweetie?"
Shania sighed, squirming in place, contents of her diaper squelching between her legs. "Y-Yes, Mommy," she replied weakly. "I'm a very lucky baby..."