By T. Prescott
As Kathleen's friend backed out of her driveway, she walked to her
front door, readying her house key, only to see her mother had met
her there. She didn't appear to be very happy either.
"I've been doing a lot of
thinking lately, Kathy. You come and go as you please with
what's-her-face," her mother said, pointing toward Emily who
was now driving off down the street. "And I know all about your
little sexual exploits. I read you diary today while I was cleaning
"Mom! How could you?!
Can't I have any privacy in this house?" Kathleen stormed past
her mother but something reached out and yanked her back.
"Young lady, I'm not
finished talking to you!" Her mother had a firm grasp on her
bicep and reached for her chin with the other hand. Squeezing on her
cheeks she said, "No daughter of mine will be some little
"Mom, you're hurting me!
Please let go," Kathleen begged, on the verge of tears.
"No, I've decided to not
let go. You are still my baby girl and I am still your mommy whether
you like it or not. Don't you remember when I had complete control
of you? I dressed you, fed you...even changed your messy diapers.
I've decided that the only way I'll get you back is to regain that
sort of control, honey."
What was her mother saying? The
grip had loosened, and Kathleen fell. "I'm not a baby anymore!
I'm sixteen years old and I'll do whatever I damn well please,"
she cried from the floor. Her mother towered over her and just shook
"Well, I've never seen a
wittle girl who was all gwown up waddling awound the house in a
droopy Pamper! That's adorable, sweetie," her mother teased,
now walking out of the room.
"What are you talking
about?" Kathleen asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What are you talking about?!"
She got to her knees and
readied herself to stand when her mother came back in.
"I decided all of this
while you were still at school and went ahead and did a little
shopping!" She carried a large, vinyl, soft pink zip-up bag at
her side. "Now these may be a little tight, but if it happens
at least you'll be more aware of your new situation, honey."
"No." Kathleen's jaw
dropped. "No! You're not doing this to me!"
"Come here, baby. Mommy
needs to put her little bundle of joy in a fresh diaper! You're not
old enough for big girl panties. You'll make a terrible mess all
over yourself!" With that, she unfolded the extra large child's
diaper with nursery prints at the top and pinned Kathleen down. She
squirmed and did her best to come out of the hold.
"Now, mommy understands
that you might try to hold in your pee pee and your poopsies to
prove you're still a big girl, so she went ahead and bought somethin'
to take care of that." Kathleen was now bawling while her
mother tore her pants down and ripped her panties off. She was
revealed and humiliated. She would soon be covered again, only in
the most infantile way possible. And her mom was pushing something
toward her ass.
"These suppositories will
make sure you poop your dydees like a good baby!"
Kathleen let out a burst of
surprise when the first was inserted.
"Now, babies usually have
wet poopees, not the solid stuff like grown-ups. So I'll go ahead
and give you two more.... Won't it feel nice when mommy powders your
poopy bottom and gets you back into a dry Pamper?!"
Kathleen's mother quickly slid
the disposable diaper beneath Kathleen's round bottom while holding
her legs in the air with ease in the other hand. A sudden jerk from
Kathleen's long, tan thighs did little to keep her mom from
finishing diapering the teenager.
"Now, what I put in your
bottom should do the trick, but if not, I think the special
ingredient in your ba-ba might help!" her mother
enthusiastically explained while bringing a baby bottle before her
eyes. It appeared to be full of milk, something Kathleen hadn't
drunk for years.
Her mother now positioned
herself with unfolded legs as she prepared to pull her baby girl
close enough to be fed her bottle.
"I'm n-not drinking
that!" Kathleen refused, wiping her reddened eyes
"Actually, honey, you
will--and without that young woman's shirt on.... Right after a
spanking!" she shouted viciously before dragging Kathleen by
her feet across the carpet and flipping her over. With steady hands
she pulled the tight pink T-shirt over her daughter's head,
encountering no trouble with getting the collar over the great mass
of silky black hair atop it. She remained in a white bra, which was
unclasped in the back and soon worked over her shoulders and off her
arms, also with little difficulty. Instinctly, Kathleen's arms that
had been laying across the floor came to her sides and underneath,
to cover her supple breasts. Her mother got to her feet and lifted
Kathleen by her armpits. While being forced upon the couch with toes
that skidded along the way, her mother kicked the clothes Kathleen
had once worn toward the wall. Nothing was left to hide the bulging
Her mother brought Kathleen
over the lap and held her in place by the back of her neck as her
free hair covered her rosy face that was in continuous hysteria. The
initial slap across her ass was cushioned by the thickness of the
diaper, but her mother quickly learned the pain wasn't making its
way through and brought her palm down much harder and faster.
"I-am-your-mommy-and-you-will-do-as-I-say!" her mother
spoke in intermittent cries corresponding with the spanking.
"Now...turn over and drink your ba-ba, sweetie."
At the neck and thigh, Kathleen
was helplessly flipped to face her mother who held the awaiting
bottle near her lips. Now without fuss Kathleen accepted the nipple
of the bottle past her red lips and into her mouth, where she began
to suck. She paid no attention to her breasts being on display for
all to see.
"Good girl. That's it.
Drink every bit," her mother encouraged and began to pat her
back as the bottle's contents were slowly emptied. Kathleen stopped
ever so often, choked up on the crying that still had yet to cease.
"To the last drop. Mommy wouldn't want you crawling around in
clean Pampers for very long, now would she?"
As the milk was nearing
disappearance, her mother continued: "Now, I hate to spank you,
honey, but when you have such a fit, I have no other choice.
Fortunately, with all the muscle relaxants I added in your milk on
top of the expected diuretic and laxative, you won't have much
control over what Mommy decides to do to you next."
With this, Kathleen's eyes
widened, but the nipple that remained in her mouth silenced her
"Oh, and I haven't even
thought about that hair! We need to get that out of your face, don't
we?" Her mother reached over the arm of the sofa and grabbed
two small hairbands. "One right...there...and
right...there." Kathleen winced as her hair was twisted into
two pigtails and pulled by its rubber. The bottle was removed and
Kathleen let out a small belch.
"Aww, see? That wasn't so
bad now, was it?" her mother teased. Then with surprise her
mother caught a glimpse of her wristwatch. "Well, shoot! You
just finished your bottle but it's dinnertime. I guess you'll just
have two helpings." Fearing another full bottle of milk,
Kathleen considered kicking, but found that she had little control
of her body after consuming the great dosage of muscle relaxants her
mother forced her to drink. Her mother set her back on the floor on
her hands and knees. Kathleen looked up at her mom who was now
standing in front of her.
"Crawl to the kitchen and
mommy'll fix your supper, baby." Her mother directed her with a
curling index finger.
Kathleen found it to be hard
work just maneuvering her diapered bottom along behind her. Her
mother was already in the kitchen, hunting through the cabinets.
Kathleen turned to see in horror that this all was really happening.
Covering her ass really was a Pamper that went between her legs and
over her crotch. Her mother had indeed put her back into
Her palms now loudly slapped
across the linoleum of the kitchen, where her mother stood before
her holding small jars in her hands along with a small spoon.
"Let's see...peas and...carrots. You always loved those! And
you even get to sit up in the highchair where mommy can reach your
cute little mouth to feed you!"
With this, Kathleen's limp body
was placed in the tall wooden chair that had gone unnoticed behind
her as she entered the kitchen. Her mother had unbelievable strength
and Kathleen could do nothing but be placed in the seat, fastened
in, then locked into place by the plastic tray that came up from the
side. An approaching spoon was already prepared with a mouthful of
green sludge her mother had dug from the jar of baby food.
"Mmm mmm." Kathleen
shook her head with a tightly sealed mouth that refused to allow the
disgusting peas inside.
"Open up, honey. The
sooner you finish these peas, the sooner you'll finish the
Kathleen gagged at the mere
thought of two entire jars of the vegetables. But before she could
turn her head away again, her jaw was seized and the spoon was
making its way to her tongue and its matured palette. Her mom
decided to set the jar down and with the newly freed hand close
Kathleen's nostrils, leaving her no other choice but to open her
mouth. After holding her breath as long as possible, the cold steel
of the spoon crept past her lips and laid inside the messy peas. The
spoon was prepared for another scoop when Kathleen got a deep whiff
of the food and an even worse taste of it. She grimaced and before
it could make its way down her throat, it was already back up. The
mess dribbled out and down her chest. Her breasts were covered in
dripping, wet peas.
"Awww, baby. You hafta get
it down, or else mommy'll just have to open another jar." She
wiped the regurgitated streaks off with a nearby dishtowel.
"Try it again."
successfully swallowed without vomiting, but halfway through the jar
a new urge came across. Low in her stomach she could feel a tension
that tightened and burned worse every minute. She did her best to
control the deep need to urinate, but it had been hours since her
last trip to the bathroom, not to mention the heavy diuretic in her
bottle. She squirmed in her seat and compliantly took each following
bite to please her mother. The pressure was now reaching the point
that she wanted to speak up. She wanted to ask to be allowed a trip
to the bathroom. No way would her mother allow such a privilege.
Kathleen now brought her knees closer together--hopefully without
her mom noticing. She did what she could to keep her mind off of
liquid, but the great need for relief returned with every fleeting
glance of the sink and the water that poured freely from its faucet
with the turn of a knob. She nearly cried out but finally decided it
would be better if her mother did not notice the need.
She continued to hold it as her
mother scraped the remaining bits of peas at the bottom of sides of
the jar. As one last bite was readied, Kathleen fought against the
pressure with all of her ability. But as she gulped and the spoon
was removed, the fight came to an end and a steady stream of hot
urine began flowing into the awaiting diaper bunched between her
thighs. Her mother was loosening the lid of the carrots, her face
turned to the right of Kathleen. Kathleen noticed her mother
suddenly stop, though, and sit silently.
"I'd recognize that sound
anywhere," her mother said quietly.
Kathleen looked up from her
tray in panic; understanding that her mother was painfully aware of
the loss of control Kathleen was experiencing in her Pamper right in
front of her. She even tried to pinch the drip as the diaper
crinkled with a sagging weight.
"That's the sound of a
baby going tinkle right in her diaper." Her mother turned her
head back around and looked at Kathleen, whose lower lip was
trembling in shame. Her mother's hand disappeared below the tray and
Kathleen felt the cuff of her diaper shift along the thigh. Her
mother's hand found its way to the front of Kathleen's Pamper.
"Poor baby sure did go
pee-pee." Her mother smiled and removed her hand. "Mommy's
gonna have to change your wet dee-dee--but not just yet," her
mother said as she reached for the next jar of food. "Those
diapers are far too expensive just to change when little girls can't
control their bladders. And luckily they're strong enough to hold
big messes. If mommy's not too busy after you poop on yourself,
she'll come change you!"
Kathleen realized then that not
only would her mother not allow her use of the toilet to pee, she
could also forget about it when she needed to shit. She cried out
and tears started streaming down her cheeks once again, but this
time she was being force-fed a jar of strewn carrots a nasty
spoonful at a time. Her mother seemed to focus on nothing beyond
feeding her baby, though.
Finally, both jars were
polished off and Kathleen was left in her highchair while her mother
did dishes at the sink, occasionally looking over her shoulder to
check on the baby. Kathleen sat uncomfortably in the early stages of
developing a diaper rash. She thought with embarrassment that her
mother had not used enough baby powder. The running water across the
room was a constant reminder of the soaking weight left between her
legs. The urine had not only soaked the front of her Pamper, but
also leaked down to the sensitive flesh of her ass, where overtime
it started to burn. She badly wanted something to drink to wash the
putrid taste of "supper" down.
As her mother was now drying
the bowls and placing them in the drainer beside her, Kathleen's
stomach felt bloated from the milk, peas, and carrots. As strongly
as she thought her belly would send the food back up, it would
actually do as nature intended. Sitting there with her arms atop the
tray, she focused on the refrigerator and its many magnets. She kept
herself occupied with recalling in her head where all of them had
come from until the pain in her belly became more noticeable. It was
a stomachache, all right, but she knew all too well what it would
take to relieve the bloating. This proved to be easier, however,
than holding in the pee earlier. A while passed until she truly knew
it could be held no longer. But she was too strong. She was not a
baby. She was practically a woman and would not suffice to the
chemicals that churned inside her stomach. Her mother would simply
have to let her out of the high chair and into the bathroom where
she would rightfully take care of business like an adult.
Her mom had since left the
kitchen and was in a bedroom down the hall possibly doing laundry.
In her dazed and weak condition, Kathleen searched the chair for the
buckle of the restraint and the mechanism that would unlock the
tray. Her arms had no strength and it was nearly impossible to move
them alone. But she needed to act fast. She could feel the poop
making its way to her sphincter. It was practically poking out of
her ass when she let in and cried to the other room, "Mom!
Please! Help! Mom, please."
Her mother walked to the
kitchen doorway and stood there with a blank look.
"Excuse me?" her
"Uh-uh." She waved a
finger from side to side.
Kathleen looked puzzled before
realizing what she wanted to hear. "Mommy, please let me out to
use the bathroom." She continued to struggle against the chair
"Honey, babies don't use
the bathroom and you know that. Now, when I have time, I'll come
back here and change you into a fresh diaper, but right now I'm
With that, she walked back into
the other room. Kathleen heard the door shut and began whimpering.
She badly needed to poop and could not get out of the chair. She sat
there and cried while continuing to hold it back with what strength
remained. Her fingers gripped the edge of the tray and she grimaced
as the struggle became unbearable. Whether she wanted to or not, the
laxative was pushing her to the unthinkable. She was sixteen years
old and on the verge of messing herself. She cried the entire time,
not letting up even as she lost control of her bowels and slowly
allowed the poop into the bottom of her diaper. She leaned up from
the chair to keep from smashing the mess against her butt. As she
did her best to lean upwards, her mother now stood in the doorway
"And I'd recognize that
smell anywhere, too." She walked to the highchair and put her
hands over Kathleen's shoulders. "Babies don't sit up when they
poop in their diapers. They don't really notice, and pretty soon you
won't either, baby. Now sit back down. The poo poo'll come out.
Don't worry. Mommy'll wipe your bottom clean no matter how messy you
make it." Kathleen was slowly forced to sit. She hesitated,
every inch of the way, still trying as the poop stuck to her ass
until she sat flat. Her mother held her in place while still even
more poop loaded her diaper and she cried, looking down at her
Kathleen, too, could now smell
the odor she had caused. She felt cold with humiliation and now
looked up from her waist to her mother, who stood there with a cold
"Awww, Kathypoo, does
Mommy need to change your smelly diaper?"
Kathleen could not answer; just
simply hang her head in shame and cry.
"Hmmm. Well, I guess I'll
give you some time to think about it in your playpen."
The tray made a clicking noise
as it was opened and swung to the side. Her mother released the snap
close of the restraint that went over her crotch and around the
waist. She was picked up in her mother's arm around her sides and
laid gently against her mother's chest. Kathleen was carried down
the hall and saw down her mother's shoulders and back that they were
entering Kathleen's bedroom.
Kathleen was shocked by the
extent of her punishment and the lengths her mother traveled in
order to treat her as a baby again. The teen idol posters that had
once decorated her pink walls had been replaced with Disney themed
wallpaper borders and cartoon characters in toddler wear. She felt
her mother lay her down into what truly appeared to be a playpen, a
much larger one than those used by babies, though.
"Don't you just love what
I've done with the place, honey? Luckily, your dresser will double
as a changing table. ...I still haven't gotten around to getting all
those big girl panties outta there. I'll put all your diapers in
there when I come back later for your changing. Until then, I want
you to suck on this. Mommy doesn't want all your crying to keep her
distracted from work." From her pants pocket she withdrew a
child's pacifier and plopped it into Kathleen's mouth. "Maybe
when I return you'll tell Mommy whether or not you need a fresh
Her mother quickly turned away
and closed the door behind her, apparently locking it from the
outside. Kathleen was left sitting in her own pile of piss and shit
right in the center of a playpen. She wanted to move, but the drugs
still hadn't worn off. She managed to spit the pacifier from her
mouth and it landed a few inches from her knees. She pushed herself
over onto her belly to take the weight off the crap. Through the
mesh enclosure she looked about her room. Her bed was no longer
there, but in its place was a large crib. A diaper pail sat beside
her "changing table" and plenty of wipes and extra diapers
were stacked on what used to be her desk.
The scene was overwhelming.
Kathleen was exhausted and now felt like taking a nap. Her eyes grew
heavy and she slowly tilted forward until her legs flattened and her
face rested on the soft floor of the playpen. As she lost
consciousness, all the embarrassing things her mother had said about
her current state were replayed in her head.
"Wake up, sweetie," a
voice awoke her in what seemed like just minutes after dozing off.
When her eyes slowly cracked
open beneath the bright light the windows allowed in she found
herself elevated to the point that she was level with her mother's
waist while lying down. Upon movement of her back, she found that
her skin slightly stuck to the plastic of what she lay on top of.
Baby powder circulated and she took a deep breath of the white dust.
She looked up and her mother looked impatient, blowing a strand of
loose hair from her eyes and holding a folded disposable diaper. She
softly hit Kathleen's knee with it and produced a bottle of baby
powder from under the changing table.
"Well, it's about time,
sleepy head. ...I think there's something you need to tell me,"
her mother said with raised eyebrows in expectation.
"I have you on the
changing table, but you need to come to grips with what's happened.
I need to hear you say it. Perhaps it will lengthen the duration of
your stay as a baby if you do not admit the truth. And it's quite
possible that your verbal acceptance will deduct some of the time
off your punishment. Well?"
Kathleen looked puzzled.
"Say it, or else I'll give
you so much laxative in your next bottle that you'll be shitting
liquid for days."
"No, no. Please, mommy.
Don't. I know I'm just a little baby. I belong in diapers because I
can't control when I use the restroom and I'm not potty trained. I
need you to change me." Kathleen spewed out what sounded best.
"Exactly." Her mother
sounded pleased. She started to unfold the diaper. "Be that as
it may, your baby treatment won't end until you are unable to spit
out such an explanation. Babies cannot talk that way. And further
more, we both know that you still have a great deal of control over
your bowel movements, etc, no matter how well you seemed to prove
otherwise when you sat right in that chair and did your business.
When I'm finished, I'll be the first to know that you've peed or
pooped in your diaper."
Kathleen's jaw dropped as her
mother loudly pulled the sticky tapes from the sides of her diapers
and let into the air the sickening smell of urine and feces.
"Whoo-ee, baby! Mommy's
gotta hand full with your poopy bottom, doesn't she?" Her
mother gathered her ankles in one hand and slid the soiled diaper
out from under her daughter's ass. Now letting Kathleen's legs back
onto the surface, she balled the diaper up and tossed it into the
pail. When she turned back around Kathleen had attempted covering
"And that's another thing,
young lady. I'm tired of you thinking you have anything to hide.
When will you learn? But that reminds me! I think you'd have an
easier time going poopee if mommy just did a little something."
Kathleen was flipped onto her
back and her mother wiped her ass completely with a baby wipe,
deeply into her crack. Another wipe was used to clean what poop had
been smeared on her cheeks. A cold chill made Kathleen shiver and
she wept softly as her mother prepared something behind her.
Kathleen suddenly jerked
forward as something intruded her asshole.
"Shhh," her mother
whispered. "Mommy's just gonna stretch your bottom out a
little. Eventually, you won't be able to tell if you're making a
messy." She inserted her index finger into Kathleen's rectum
completely, and once in, moved it in circular motions. Minutes
passed in her discomfort until one finger turned into two. Kathleen
cried out in pain as the digits made their way in. She felt as
though she were already shitting. The in and out motion felt just
like poop making its way into her diaper. When the fingering finally
ended, Kathleen was flipped over and the fresh Pamper was slid under
her ass. Her asshole felt gaping. Her mother sprinkled a generous
amount of powder about her crotch before pulling the diaper over her
pussy to be fastened at the sides.
To be continued...