Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 20
Chapter 20

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

One week ago, Alicia had woke up, bright and early - a little too early, really, as she was still fretting over her decision. She was still debating with herself as she stepped into her shower, letting the, as always, frigid water shock her out of her sleepy haze, hoping it would bring her some clarity. It probably wouldn’t be her only chance, she knew, but if it failed, she knew she’d have to wait for a while before making another attempt, or it might look too much like she was searching for Dr. Jadin’s weak point. Which was, of course, what she was doing, but if she made it obvious, then it really wouldn’t work.

She stepped out of her shower, flattening her hair out straight, painting out her freckles, and all her other imperfections, slipped into a pair of panties that were barely there, then threw open her closet to find just the right outfit. All of her clothes had been chosen to show off at least one part of her, if not more, to remind everyone around her of just how beautiful she was, make them jealous, or desirous.

What a difference a week could make.

"Wakey, wakey," Diane chanted, shaking her awake. Alicia groaned, still exhausted, rolling over to look at her clock. "Someone sounds sleepy," Diane taunted. "Did she stay up past her bedtime?" Alicia didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. "Little girls like you should realize that adults always know better. And if we tell you to be in bed at a certain time, it’s because we don’t want you to be tired all day. But it’s too late for that, now isn’t it?"

"I’ll be fine after my shower," Alicia mumbled.

"That would be fine," Diane said, "if you were having a shower."

Alicia stared up at her, confused. "Umm.. But I need to get clean..."

"And by your bathtime, you’ll need that even more," Diane agreed. "But it’s not time for that yet. Little girls like you need structure in their lives, and I’m going to make sure you get it." With that, she pressed a piece of paper to the wall above Alicia’s bed, sticking it there. "There’s one of these on your refrigerator, too, but it’s really very simple.

"Every morning, first thing, you’re going to fill your little diapers for me. We can’t let you have another accident like that at work - it takes far too long to clean up, it’s terribly unsanitary, and you’ll stink up the whole office. So you’re going to do it here. If you can’t do it on your own, I can find some encouragement for you, trust me."

"But that..." Alicia protested, eyes wide. "My bathroom’s right there, why can’t I just-"

"After that," Diane continued, ignoring Alicia, "you’ll have breakfast, and then, after that, your bath. We’ll get you dressed for your day, and then it’s off to work. As soon as you get home, if you’re not in diapers at the office - which will be very unlikely - you’re going back into them, and they’re going to be full again. Then you have time to color, or I got you some stickers, so you can decorate your diapers so they’re not so boring, before you get another bath. Then you’re into a fresh diaper so you can eat dinner, and after that, it’s straight into bed so you can be rested up to do it all over again the next day!"

Alicia was stunned. She had realized that she was slowly losing all control over her life, but never had she thought it had gone this far. Replace work with daycare, and it sounded like the sort of life a two year old might lead.

"Aww, don’t worry," Diane smiled at her, patting her head. "I’ll make sure to keep your diet nice and high in fiber so you can keep to your schedule." Alicia whimpered, helplessly squirming as Diane rubbed her tummy, then moved her hand further south, peeking inside the legholes of the double diapers. "But for now, let’s get you into the bathroom."

Even with the memory of her punishment Saturday night fresh on her mind, Alicia couldn’t stand by quietly as every last bit of her former life was wiped away by this new existence. "No!" she pouted, sitting up. "I didn’t agree to all this, I’m not gonna do it!"

Diane didn’t seem upset - she kept smiling  as she grabbed Alicia’s wrist and pulled her roughly up and into the bathroom. "That’s not how it works, sweetie. You’re a little girl - children don’t get to say no to adults. They do what they’re told. You need to take no out of your vocabulary. And I know just the way to do it."

Even before she held up the soap, Alicia knew what was coming, and regretted her defiance. "I’m sorry," she squeaked.

"If you really are," Diane said, "this will be the last time we have to do this. But somehow, I doubt it will be." Alicia sniffled, reluctantly opening up, hoping her obedience would lead to some lenience, though if it did, it wasn’t immediately evident, as Diane was more than happy to fill her mouth with soap as she opened the medicine cabinet. Alicia’s eyes went wide as she saw that it was now stocked with rows of little green boxes, ones that, when Diane opened one, she saw contained a small plastic bottle with a long tip, covered in an orange cap that Diane took off before carefully sliding Alicia’s wet diapers down.

"These are just for the morning," Diane told her. "I got you a nice enema bag for the evening, big enough to get you really nice and clean in there." Alicia groaned behind the soap, both from the thought of that, and the reality of the smaller enema being pushed inside her squirming bottom, before she felt the liquid from inside flowing up and into her to work its magic. Diane pulled her diapers back up snugly, tossing the enema into its box, putting that into the trash can below the sink.

Alicia squirmed at the violation, at the idea of what was going on inside her, as Diane grinned, patting the seat of her diaper. "Doesn’t feel good, does it? And look at this," she took a red rubber bag out from under the sink, holding it up. "This is what you’ll get at night. Nice and full, too. All that, going into your little bottom, and then back out into your diapers while you play with your crayons on the living room floor.

"Now, I’m going to go make your oatmeal," Diane said. "You’re going to stay in here until you’re done. If you come out of here without a messy diaper, and, unsanitary or not, I will make you go to work in one, and stay in it all day. And if you use the potty to avoid it, then I’ll do that to you for the rest of the week. I know where to get locking plastic pants for you, little girl, but I’m being nice and giving you the benefit of the doubt. You’re staying in here so you can look at the potty, and remember that you used to use it, that you used to be a big girl, but that those days are over. Got it?" When Alicia nodded miserably, Diane chuckled and added, "Just like you wanted," before leaving.

Alicia wanted to correct her, to remind her that she most certainly did not want this, any of this, but she didn’t dare leave the bathroom or take out the soap, much less do both, so she was stuck with no choice but to do as she’d been ordered, staring desperately at the toilet as she filled her diaper, thinking of how much she’d taken getting to use it for granted, wondering how long it would be before she was allowed to again. The idea of having to intentionally poop her pants every day was terrible, disgusting, but still better than being forced to do it, being left cramping until she couldn’t take it anymore and lost control from whatever was being pumped into her.

When she toddled into the kitchen, Diane took her to the sink to take out the soap, then tied a large plastic bib over her bare chest before setting her down at the table for another bowl of oatmeal. Alicia sighed wearily, wishing that Diane would fix her something different for breakfast, though, as she suffered through yet another bowl, she thought about what the woman had said, and realized that this was surely part of the high fiber diet she’d been promised.

"Quicker, we don’t have all morning," Diane instructed her, snapping her out of her train of thought. Alicia began to eat a bit faster, but it wasn’t good enough, and Diane soon took over, leaving Alicia with nearly as much on her face and bib as in her mouth, which, to be honest, suited her just fine, even if it made her feel clumsy for some reason, though she hadn’t been the one holding the spoon. Diane marched her back into the bathroom and rinsed her off before drawing a quick bath and setting her down. She didn’t bother with bubbles, nor with letting Alicia do anything herself. She took the washcloth herself, running it roughly and thoroughly over Alicia’s body, scrubbing her clean despite her protests.

When she was done, she was stood, naked, in front of the mirror as Diane brushed her hair, tying it into her now customary ponytails with white ribbons. For the moment, it looked all right, but Alicia knew it would be curling up in no time. Her freckles were left in full display, with no make-up for her, no mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes pop, no blush to highlight her cheekbones, no lipstick to draw attention to her mouth. All she could do was try to make sure there were no soap flecks left over on her lips.

"Now," Diane announced as they went back to the bedroom, "you still have a clean pair of panties for today. If you really want to, you can wear them, but you need to keep in mind that you’ve been in diapers all weekend, and you’ve been using them. And you’ll be back in them as soon as you get home. So you can risk wearing them now, and being embarrassed when you have an accident, or you can save them, in the off chance that some day you get your potty training back. It’s up to you, but you should..."

"Panties!" Alicia declared instantly. She’d never even expected to get that option, and she wasn’t about to pass it up.

"Give it some thought," Diane finished, shaking her head. Alicia could tell that, at least in Diane’s mind, she’d made the wrong choice, but she didn’t care. The panties’ relative thinness was a relief after days of so much bulk between her legs, and they were much cooler, with no plastic outer layer to trap the heat in around her. She could barely even remember what her old underwear had felt like, but she was sure that, if she had somehow managed to get that back instead, and still have it fit, it would have blown her mind. Even these blue, butterfly-decorated things were like a dream come true, at least until the white tights were pulled on over them. She could remember back, just a week before, when she’d been mortified when she’d accidently flashed her underwear to her boss. Now they were practically a matter of public record, and she was sure that, when she got to work, she’d be expected to show them. And she knew Diane would demand to see them plenty of times over the course of the day.

Her dress was light blue, with a peter pan collar and a skirt that stopped just above her knees, and she was put back into her pink Mary Janes from the park to complete her outfit. There was nothing sexy about it, nothing elegant. It didn’t emphasize anything, except how far she had fallen. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to will the reflection to change back into the woman she’d been, to turn back time, just one week, to undo all of this, while, in the background, she watched Diane packing a pink bag with another pair of tights and a pull up. "I’m going to let you carry your own diaper bag," Diane told her. "It just holds so much more than your little purse. And it’s more appropriate, don’t you think?"

Alicia nodded unhappily, taking the offered bag and putting it over her shoulder, trudging after Diane downstairs to her car. She winced as Diane buckled her up, the seatbelt pressing into her painfully. When she whined about it, Diane just told her to hush and stop playing with her seatbelt, which she had been tugging away from her body as much as she could. Diane ignored her until they got to work, and the pained feeling hadn’t gone away when she’d gotten out of the car. Alicia complained, "I don’t feel good," which made Diane glare at her and threaten, "How about I just take you to the daycare and drop you off there? Is that what you want?"

"No," Alicia sniffled. She sulked on the walk to her desk, setting the diaper bag behind it, then sitting in her chair, which felt much larger than it ever had before, for a moment, fuming. After a moment, she hopped back down and stormed into Dr. Jadin’s office, not caring the Diane had instructed her to wait.

"She spanked me," she tattled, pointing at Diane. "And she made me wear diapers, and..."

Before she could continue listing the terrible things Diane had done to her, she was cut off with a simple, heart-breaking, "It sounds like you deserved it." Alicia stared up at Dr. Jadin in shock, hardly able to believe her ears. "I gave her permission to punish you, and she tells me you had more than enough accidents to warrant putting you back in diapers."

Alicia’s bottom lip began to tremble, a feeling of helplessness washing over her, with the sense that she wasn’t an employee talking to her boss about a co-worker, but a child complaining to her mommy about her babysitter. "Y-You gave her permission? How dare you! What gives you the right?!"

Dr. Jadin raised her eyebrow. "Did you not tell me you saw me as a mother figure?"

"Y-Yeah, but... Not in that way!" Alicia sniffled. "And you always take her side! Always!"

"Because I know I can trust her," Dr. Jadin said calmly. "Now, this meeting has nothing to do with you, so please..."

"Yeah, right!" Alicia huffed, turning to her chart, where, as she’d expected, she found Saturday and Sunday both X’d out. "Are you saying that has nothing to do with me?! And that’s so unfair!"

"I seem to recall changing someone’s very wet pants both those days," Diane said. "And there was quite a messy diaper on Saturday, wasn’t there?"

"Well, yes..." Alicia admitted reluctantly. "But you made me do that!"

"Alicia!" Dr. Jadin interrupted sternly. "Go outside my office and stand in the corner."

"But..." Alicia protested.

"You interrupted my meeting, and you are throwing a tantrum. Now, if you’d waited your turn and had spoken to me about this calmly, like a big girl, I would listen, but not with you acting like a spoiled toddler. Now go!"

Alicia’s bottom lip trembled, Dr. Jadin’s gentle speech somehow hurting more than Diane’s spanking. "Fine," she managed to choke out before hurrying out, not wanting to start bawling there. She flopped down in her chair, pulling her feet up onto it and burying her face in her knees as she cried. It was all so unfair!

She wasn’t sure how much later it was, but the next thing she knew, she was feeling a hand on her shoulder, and looking up to see Diane. "I’ll make you a deal," she said. "I won’t tell Dr. Jadin that you didn’t stand in the corner like she told you to, if you don’t make a fuss when I tell you to get out of my chair."

"Y-Your chair?" Alicia’s eyebrows furrowed. "I’m not in..."

"Yes, you are," Diane insisted. "Dr. Jadin decided that you are clearly not ready for this job. So she gave it to me. You’re my assistant now. So I want you to get out of my chair, and sit on the floor and play until I find something simple enough that I think you can handle it."

Alicia wanted to scream. Not only had her plan gone horribly wrong, turned her into a child, landed her in diapers, but now, instead of the promotion she’d been doing it all to get, she’d been demoted, placed under the command of the woman who already controlled every other part of her day. She squeezed her knees tighter to her, not carrying about the pain as they dug into her chest, at least not until she felt that pain suddenly stop, and her knee begin to move in closer to her body.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, staring down to see her right breast seeming to deflate before her eyes. She lowered her legs to try to stop it, but, even through her dress, she was sure she could see it continuing to get smaller and smaller, as the saline in her implant flowed out into her. She felt suddenly light-headed, watching the last remnants of her physical maturity, false as it was, vanish before her eyes. She managed to get out a weak, "I don’t feel so good," before, overwhelmed by everything she’d lost in so short a time, she fainted.