Chapter 3
One Year Later
Sarah’s soaking wet diaper
squelched between her thighs as she toddled into the kitchen where her aunt was
making breakfast.
“Good morning, baby girl,” Helen
cooed at her twenty-one-year-old niece, reaching out to cup a hand to the front
of Sarah’s nappy through her baby duck patterned onesie. “What a soggy girl!
But I don’t smell any poo-poos just yet. Go take a seat, little one. Auntie
will have your num-nums ready in just a second.”
Sarah blushed furiously, but even
though much of the hypnotist’s conditioning had been undone and control of her
body had been returned, her resistance had long since disappeared. She
clambered obediently into to her highchair, her breasts wobbling freely in her
loose onesie, and sat down on her pissy diapered bottom, wrinkling her nose in disgust
as her bum pressed heavily against the sodden padding.
A few moments later, the
microwave tinged, and her aunt took out an enormous bottle of warm milk and
plonked it down in front of her. Sarah looked at it with distaste. It was
breastmilk, she knew. One of Helen’s friends was producing too much of it for
her own baby to take, but she was more than happy to deliver a regular supply
of bottles to Helen’s house to make sure it didn’t go to waste.
Fighting her revulsion, Sarah
took the bottle with both hands and lifted the rubber nipple to her lips. Her
mouth latched on instinctively and she began to suckle, feeling the warm,
creamy breastmilk squirt across her tongue and flow down her throat. She sucked
quickly, but the bottle seemed endless – even after fifteen minutes, she was
barely halfway through the enormous thing, and she already felt full to
bursting!
Sarah let out a feeble whimper as
she thought about her once-tight, sexy tummy. Her mother and aunt were careful
not to make her gain too much weight, but her formerly trim stomach was gone.
Her belly had a cute layer of what Helen called her ‘baby fat’, perfect for
tickles and tummy raspberries. Even her face had a slightly rounder, ‘cuter’
look to it. But Sarah knew better than to throw a fit over her baba. Her aunt
was quick with a spanking, and looming over everything was the threat of being
reduced back to being a helpless prisoner inside a baby-brained body.
After a few more minutes of
mindless suckling, Penny joined Sarah at the table, flashing her babified older
cousin a bright smile before tucking into a bowl of cereal with milk.
Sarah couldn’t help but notice
how her little cousin’s table manners had improved. It wasn’t long ago that
she’d ended every breakfast with soggy cornflakes and milk on her chin, but now
she didn’t spill a drop. Straight away, Sarah felt something clunk into place
inside her head. She let out a quiet little moan around her bottle, but there
was nothing she could do – not all of the hypnosis had been removed, and when a
compulsion hit her, she was powerless to stop it. Penny had done something
mature, and that meant Sarah had to do something immature.
Immediately, she popped the
bottle out of her mouth, blew a spit bubble, and dribbled breastmilk down her
chin. She could feel it soaking into the collar of her onesie. Messy girl,
a voice echoed in her head. Mucky tot. Dribbly, soggy, wet little
baby. Penny giggled at her, and Sarah shoved her bottle back into her mouth
to resume her sucking, her face as red as a tomato. No matter how much time
passed, it never got less humiliating. She was a grown woman for goodness sake!
She didn’t deserve this! Just because she’d been a little rude one time, it
wasn’t fair to turn her into some kind of overgrown baby! She’d been
taken out of university of course, and there was no chance of going back – her
auntie said that if she was lucky, maybe one day she’d be allowed to grow up a
little bit more and get a job pushing shopping trolleys at the local discount
supermarket. But that was it. No more ambitions. No more dreams. Just minimum
wage, and well-used nappies hanging off her hips.
Tears started welling up in
Sarah’s eyes, but before a tantrum could really get started, she was distracted
by another feeling. There was a sudden fullness in her bottom. Her bladder
control was totally gone, and Sarah found herself helplessly dribbling pee-pee
into her diapers on a near constant basis, but even after months as little more
than an adult-sized toddler, she still had at least some control over her
bowels.
With a hiss of air, she finished
her bottle. Feeling almost nauseous at the amount of breastmilk now sloshing
about in her tummy, Sarah gently lowered herself out of her highchair,
clenching her bottom tightly.
“Um… Auntie…” she said, waddling
up to Helen and putting on her best pleading look, “I really need to go
poo-poo. Do you think maybe I could use the potty?”
“Sarah,” Helen said sternly, turning
to look at her niece, “you know the rules. You get to have control over your
body again, but you are not an adult anymore. Your mother convinced me
not to make you act like a total baby all the time, but when it comes to your
potty training, I’m putting my foot down. You will never use a toilet
again, young lady. You wear nappies now, and nappies are for pooping in. Now
squat down and make a messy in your pants right this instant, or I’ll call the
hypnotist and have you cooing and gurgling in your crib by tomorrow!”
Her lower lib trembling
pathetically, Sarah fell into a squat, all traces of the formerly proud, snarky
young woman gone for good. With a loud fart, she started pooping her diaper.
She could sense the smiles of her aunt and cousin above her as she grunted and
strained to make yuck-yuck in her pants right in front of them. As the heavy,
disgusting load dropped into the back of her nappy, Sarah burst into tears.
“That’s a good girl,” Helen
cooed, her face alive with malicious delight, savouring the sight of her niece
packing her adult Pampers like the ridiculous baby-woman she’d been turned
into. “Get it all out. Right in your pants like a silly little baby.”
Sarah’s vision was blurred by her
tears, but she felt her aunt take hold of her hand once she’d finished pooping.
Helen led her into the living room and positioned her in front of the
television, where some inane children’s program was showing.
“Be a good girl and watch your
kiddie shows, Sarah,” said Helen, smirking. “I need to take your older cousin
to kindergarten now, so I want you to stay right here. I’ll change your diaper
when I get back.”
Sarah only sobbed.
“And your baby monitor will be
recording,” Helen went on. Sarah felt her stomach plummet. “I’ll be reviewing
the footage later,” her aunt continued warningly, “and if I don’t see a happy
big baby girl dancing along to her silly programs, you’ll be getting a very
nasty spanking when I get back. Is that clear, little miss?”
“Yes, auntie Helen,” Sarah
whimpered, as the embarrassing, babyish music began to play. Helen and her
daughter turned to leave, and Sarah started to dance. This was her life now,
and she had no choice but to get used to it.
The End
