#mellowsadistic

“I don’t think that’s true, little girl,” said Daddy sternly. “I think you’re telling fibs. But it’s been a while since you last made a whoopsie, so I don’t think you’ll be able to hold it very long in any case.”

Jennie gritted her teeth in anger. It was true. It had been more manageable when she’d been on her back in the crib, but now she was standing the need to relieve herself was growing stronger and stronger with every second.

Daddy took her hand and led her over to the rocking chair. He pulled her into his lap, one around her waist to hold her body close, and turned on the television. “I’ve got something to show you, Jen-Jen,” he said. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

Jennie felt a horrible jolt in her stomach when she saw what was on the screen. Her own face was staring back at her. It was a missing person’s report.

“And the police are once again urging anyone who might know something to come forward,” the newscaster was saying. “The young woman was last seen on the outskirts of Salerno, but there are no further developments as of yet, however we are… hang on a moment, I’m just getting the news that… yes, it seems we have breaking news on this matter!”

Jennie took in a sharp breath. They had breaking news. For a moment she imagined SWAT teams crashing in through the doors, storming the building and taking Daddy away in handcuffs. But instead, a new picture appeared on the screen, and Jennie’s heart dropped into her stomach.

“Our news agency has received this photograph, allegedly from the victim’s kidnapper himself, which seems to show poor Jennifer in some sort of nursery setting, and indeed wearing, uh, what appears to be an adult diaper…”

Jennie couldn’t hear the rest of his words. There was a ringing in her ears. Daddy had sent that picture in, a picture taken two days ago, perhaps before. It showed her, with her face turned slightly so it was in profile, squatting down with her back to the camera, clearly right in the middle of filling her nappy. Her one solace had been that nobody else could witness her humiliations, but now Daddy had taken that away from her.

“Isn’t that funny?” Daddy said happily, bouncing her in his lap. “Now everyone gets to see you for what you really are! And that’s how they’ll all remember you!”

Jennie started to shriek inarticulately and thrash about in his lap, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. This couldn’t be happening! She imagined all her friends seeing that photo, and her parents. Cool, sexy Jennifer reduced to a diaper-dumping rugrat! Then something happened to make things even worse. Her bowels gave in. Even as she writhed and struggled in her kidnapper’s lap, she let out a loud fart and began to poop her pants. “Noooo!” she wailed, unable to tear her eyes away from her own slightly blurry picture on the television as she packed her Pampers, just like her on-screen counterpart was doing.

Daddy started to laugh. “Awww, are you trying to look like you do on the television, baby? Are you making a stinky too? That’s so adorable!”

Jennie burst into tears as she messed her nappy, even while Daddy showered her face with kisses. “There, there, baby,” he murmured mockingly in her ear. “Don’t cry! How about Daddy’s tickles put a smile on that pretty face, hmm?” His fingers jumped to her sides and he began tickling her, turning her sobs into squeals of seeming-delight.

But with both his hands running up and down her waist, she was no longer held in place on his lap. Jennie leapt up and bolted for the door at once. She had to seize any opportunity. If she wasn’t going to be rescued then she had to get away herself. She had to. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this! But she’d hardly gone two steps before she grunted loudly and doubled over, and another rush of poo-poo dropped heavily into the back of her nappy, making it sag almost to her knees. Daddy’s arms wrapped around her middle and dragged her back.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he said. “No running off. I thought we’d gotten over this.”

“No!” Jennie screeched, trying to reach back and beat at him with her hands, and doing her best to ignore the awful mushy feeling in her bulky underwear. “Let me go! I’m an adult! I’M AN ADULT!”

But he just scooped her up like she weighed no more than a doll, and Jennifer gagged as her dirty diaper was pressed firmly against her bottom. Daddy carried her effortlessly over to the changing table in the middle of the room and plonked her down onto it with a squish. “Ewww!” Jennifer cried. She tried to leap off the table to make another run for it, but Daddy just pushed her down onto her back with one hand, and quickly attached her mittens to the changing table’s restraints. Jennie never felt so powerless as when she was strapped down for a nappy change. She tried kicking him, something she hadn’t done in weeks for fear of a spanking, but he simply took both of her ankles in one hand and held them together so that she could do no more than wiggle stupidly on the table.

“Bum-bum up, baby girl,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. He undid the tapes of her diaper deftly with one hand and lowered the front. Jennie screwed her eyes shut so she wouldn’t see what she’d done in her pants, but tears continued to leak down her face. Daddy got to work wiping her messy bottom clean, cooing at her all the while. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gonna make you all clean and dry again, and then we’ll get you a nice, fresh nappy to wear!” Jennie felt her bottom being lifted up once it was clean, and she felt a new diaper replaced the used one. A few seconds later, and Daddy had finished taping it snugly around her waist. “There we go! That’s my pretty baby!” He undid her table restraints and helped her down gently off the table.

Jennie was still sobbing quietly, but the fight had gone out of her for the time being. Was this really what her life was going to be? An endless series of nappy changes and naptimes and messy feedings, having her head fried with inane toddler television shows, being spanked and made to stand in the corner and having her mouth washed out with soap. She was going mad, Jennie knew. Daddy was going to break her little brain.

“That’s my good girl,” said Daddy. “So, here’s what we’re going to do this afternoon, sweetie. I’m going to put on some of your favourite baby songs, and you’re going to dance along to them for me! And remember, Jen-Jen, if you don’t look like you’re having fun then Daddy will spank your little bottom raw!”

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that Kimmy was a beautiful, fully-grown woman. Although the toddler’s pull-ups she wore instead of adult underwear didn’t make her feel that way, she was actually two or three years older than most of her peers at university. It was her mother’s doing, of course. Mrs Jones had decided on three separate occasions that her daughter ‘simply wasn’t mature enough’ to move on to the next school year, and had insisted she be held back – once in kindergarten, then twice over the course of primary school, making her much older than her classmates. But she’d been the only one still toddling off to the nurse’s office at breaktime for diaper changes. At least she’d kicked her pants-pooping habit by the time she’d moved on to secondary school, even if she did still have to contend with wet training pants on a regular basis.

Now, though, the age difference wasn’t nearly as important as it had been, and even her pee-pee issues had almost completely dried up. At long last, Kimmy was free in a way she’d never been before, free from the humiliation of being a grown woman who still went to the bathroom in her own pants. She only wished she could be free from her mother’s constant coddling as well. She’d been worried her mum wouldn’t allow her to go to college at all, but with enough badgering, she’d eventually relented – on the condition that Kimmy choose a local university, and live at home rather than at a dorm. Unfortunately, that meant dealing with the same rules she’d had since the age of six.

“What time do you call this, Kimmy?!” her mother thundered the moment Kimmy entered the house. “It’s past your bedtime, little girl! Where have you been?!”

Kimmy let out a whimper and felt the familiar sensation of her bladder letting go in her pants. Warm pee flooded into her pull-ups at once, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. It had been a feeble hope, but there was a small chance she could have slipped in without her mother noticing if she’d been taking a bath or something. But she ought to have known better; her mum had never once failed to catch her breaking a rule in all her life.

Apart from being a little plumper, Mrs Jones looked exactly like an aged-up version of her daughter; the same golden blonde hair, only tied up in a tight knot behind her head rather than arranged in childish pigtails, the same large breasts, though in her case her assets were proudly on display in a tastefully tempting, low-cut top, and the same crystal blue eyes and full lips, perhaps a little less pouty than her daughter’s, but painted a deep, sensuous red. The most dramatic difference between them were their expressions, however. While Kimmy looked shy and sweet, her mother gave off an impression of severity and self-confidence.

“I was just out with my friends, Mama…” Kimmy said meekly, pulling a face at the icky feeling of the heavy, pee-soaked pull-ups squishing against her skin.

Her mother sniffed the air suspiciously and her eyes flashed. “Have you been drinking, young lady?!”

“I’m twenty-two, Mama!” Kimmy whined petulantly, looking down at her feet. “I’m allowed to drink!”

“As long as you’re under my roof, that decision is up to me, Kimmy! You know your bladder can’t cope when you…” She paused, sniffing the air again. “Oh, Kimmy…” she said in a disappointed, threatening tone. “You didn’t…”

Kimmy’s bottom lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as her mother reached out and lifted up the hem of her frock, exposing the faded wetness indicators on the front of her sagging pull-ups.

“Soaked!” her mother announced, as she inspected the discoloured training pants between her daughter’s legs. “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be drinking, Kimmy! I told you this would happen! Mama is very cross with you, little lady! I’ve been trying my hardest to finally get you potty trained, and you insist on going out of your way to make it as difficult as possible! Maybe you’re not mature enough for college after all…”

“No!” Kimmy squealed, eyes widening in fear. “Please, Mama! It was just an accident!”

“Two-year-olds have accidents, Kimmy, not twenty-two-year-olds. Perhaps daycare will suit you better than university…”

“I’ll be good!” Kimmy said desperately. Tears were spilling down her cheeks. “Please, Mama! Don’t make me drop out! I can be a big girl, I promise! I even have a date tomorrow with a guy from my class!”

Her mother said nothing for a few seconds. Then she sighed. “Alright, Kimmy. But you still need to be disciplined. Are you going to be a good girl and accept your punishment?”

“Yes, Mama!” Kimmy said at once, even though her stomach was twisting uncomfortably at the thought of what her mother likely had in mind.

“Then come me with, baby.” She took her daughter’s hand and led her to her bedroom. Kimmy’s heart sank as she watched her approach the closet, open the doors, and bend down to reach what Kimmy knew was sitting at the bottom. A moment later she straightened up, holding in her hand one of the enormous, custom-ordered Pampers that she used for her go-to punishment – diaper discipline.

“Mama, please…” Kimmy whispered, her bright eyes fixed on the huge nappy.

“Three days in diapers, Kimmy,” her mother said briskly, walking over to the large changing table that still sat in the middle of the bedroom and patting the surface. “Hop up. You know the drill.”

Her feet felt like they were made of lead, but Kimmy dragged them over to the table obediently and hoisted herself up.

“Good girl,” her mother said, quickly getting to work stripping off her clothes. “You just lie still and Mama will have that naughty bottom back in nappies in no time!”

Kimmy covered her face with her hands so she wouldn’t be able to see as her mother ripped off her pissy pull-ups and slid the bulky diaper under her bottom in their place. But she could feel the cool tickle of the baby wipe as the pee was cleaned off her skin, and there was no blocking out her mother’s voice. “There you go, Kimmy,” she said, pulling thick padding up between her legs and taping it into place. “Now you can wet yourself as much as you want, just like a baby. Do you remember the rules?”

“No toilets,” said Kimmy quietly. “No asking for a change. No touching my diaper.”

“Good girl.”

Kimmy took her hands away from her face and swung herself down from the table. Her gait was spread wide; as always, the Pampers felt absurdly thick between her legs – big enough to hold a full day’s worth of a grown woman’s pee.

“Mama,” Kimmy said hesitantly, “maybe I could just use them for number one, and then when I need to-”

“You’ll poop in them too, Kimmy,” her mother said firmly. “A full nappy will help you appreciate how immature you acted.”

Kimmy screwed up her face and tried not to cry. Wetting herself was one thing, but dirtying her diaper always transported her back to those awful days of her childhood when she still had poopy accidents. She wanted more than anything to leave that phase of her life behind forever. “Yes, Mama…” she mumbled.

This time his hand found a bit of her bum-cheek uncovered by her diaper and he gave her bottom a quick, hard pinch. Jackie squealed and wiggled vainly in his lap. She did her best to pour all her loathing into the look she gave him, but her captor just chuckled and pulled her body close. Jackie’s face reddened with more than anger when her bare nipples brushed against the material of his dress shirt, and, unbidden, she felt a tingle in her pussy.

“The princess was in danger of being stolen away by one of the nasty men leering at her bum-bum,” said the kidnapper, “but luckily a good wizard found her first. He knew that even though the princess thought she was a grown-up, really she was just a silly little girl who needed to be rescued – so he slipped a special potion into her drink that quickly sent her off to dreamland, and he snatched her up and took her away to a nice, safe tower before anyone could get to her!”

Jackie could only seethe silently as her kidnapper bent down and planted a loving kiss on her forehead.

“He threw away her silly big girl clothes and got her dressed much more appropriately. The good wizard was very kind. He put the princess in pull-ups, just in case she had an accident, and he gave her a cute, pink potty to pee in. But the princess was in a very grumpy mood when she woke up. She kicked over her potty, then she ripped off her pull-ups and peed all over the carpet instead! What a naughty little girl! She hadn’t agreed to be rescued, she said, and if the wizard didn’t let her go at once, she promised to call the guards.”

Jackie felt her bottom being patted again. She stared off into space, trying to ignore her captor, but he cupped a hand to her cheek and tilted her head to look at him. “Wasn’t the princess silly?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “She was far away from any guards, and the wizard was hardly going to give her any opportunity to call them. What a silly princess!” He jostled her in his arms, and once again Jackie felt her tits rubbing against his chest. She cringed as her pussy wettened inside her pissy-wet pants.

“The good wizard understood that she was a bit scared by everything that had happened,” said the kidnapper, “and he knew she was still getting used to her new life – he’d decided it was best if she never returned to the scary grown-up kingdom, and spent the rest of her days playing silly, innocent games in the tower instead. But still, he didn’t let naughty little carpet-tinklers go unpunished, even if they were pretty princesses… He pulled her over his knee and spanked her misbehaving bottom until it was as red as a tomato! The princess tried her best not to give in, but it didn’t take long until she was bawling like a real baby over his lap and promising to put her pull-ups back on like a good little girl. But the wizard said no. The silly princess had proved she was too little for potties. She’d lost her chance to be a big girl, and that meant she was going all the way back to nappies. The princess threw another tantrum when the good wizard showed her what her new forever-underwear would be, but her second spanking didn’t last nearly as long as her first, and soon she was tearfully promising the wizard that she’d never go potty outside of her pants again for as long as she lived. The wizard knew it wasn’t a promise she meant to keep, but he was going to hold her to it all the same.”

Jackie’s stomach rolled at the thought. That wasn’t going to happen, she told herself. Her sopping wet diaper felt heavy and gross between her legs. She was going to be rescued. The police would come. Somebody. Anybody. Any day now.

“Deep down, the princess was a very sweet little girl. The good wizard was sure of it. But she had a bit of an attitude problem. She would always shout and throw tantrums and say the naughtiest of words, and the wizard had to put a magic dummy in her mouth to keep her quiet!” He tapped Jackie’s pacifier gag and smiled down at her. “Now the princess spends all day sucking on it like a silly baby, and she couldn’t be happier!”

The kidnapper’s fingers fiddled absent-mindedly with the leak guards of Jackie’s adult Pampers as he spoke. Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside, probing the sodden padding in her pants. Jackie felt the back of his finger brush lightly against her sex, and she bit down hard on her paci to stop herself from moaning. It wasn’t enough. A soft, ridiculous little grunt of pleasure escaped her lips. The sound was muffled by her soother, but not muffled enough to stop her captor noticing.

He grinned. “Silly little thing,” he crooned, running his finger back and forth over her tingling pussy and making her moan again. Jackie hadn’t been able to touch herself since she’d been taken, and no matter how much she hated the man who’d done this to her, the psycho who was intent on keeping her locked up in an oversized nursery forever, she couldn’t stop her traitorous pussy responding to his touch. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the kidnapper’s fingers caressed between her legs, and she bucked her hips instinctively. But then the feeling was gone, his hand had moved away from her diaper, and Jackie couldn’t stop the look of desperate need passing across on her face.

“Daddy was just checking your nappy, sweetie,” her captor said lightly. A smirk was playing around his mouth. “I know you were hoping for a little naughty playtime, darling, but those days are over for you. Baby needs to learn chastity, yes she does! She needs to learn that she’ll never have one of her naughty little grown-up orgasms ever again!”

Jackie screamed behind her pacifier and started writhing in place as hard as she could, but the kidnapper lifted her effortlessly off his lap and got to his feet. He quickly secured her bonds to the bed, leaving her arms and legs spread starfish-like beneath her sheets.

“You’ve got quite a soggy nappy, little one,” he said, “but since you haven’t made a messy yet, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until morning for a change.”

“Nnnnnngggghhhh!” Jackie screamed behind her soother. She was fighting furiously against her restraints, but she couldn’t move more than an inch; all she could do was wiggle pathetically in her soaking wet diaper.

“You can still walk,” her boyfriend said. “Your pretty face wasn’t injured.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You got lucky, honey-bee. An injury to your spine like that could have done a lot more than take away your bladder and bowel control. Feeling a bit like a baby is a small price to pay for your life.”

Melissa pushed his hand away. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but it wasn’t working. “Easy for you to say,” she said, more harshly than she’d intended. “You’re not the one who has to wear diapers.” Her thick Pampers crinkled noisily under her jeans as she shifted. Even her baggiest clothes couldn’t quite hide the bulge around her waist. She’d tried using thinner, more discreet ‘protective underwear’ at first, but it had quickly become clear that they weren’t up to the challenge of containing all her accidents. Eventually, after leaking on the sofa and the bed and leaving dozens of little puddles on the floor, her boyfriend had insisted on getting her thicker ones, heavy-duty diapers that she had to tape on instead of pulling up her legs. He insisted they weren’t the largest size available, but they felt enormous to her. The padding between her thighs had to be three inches thick, and the bulk made it impossible to close her legs. She could never forget they were there, an ever-present reminder of her new status as a grown woman who couldn’t control when she peed or pooped. Even as she spoke, her bladder helplessly released a small stream of pee into her pants. Melissa turned even redder than she had been already, and she stomped her foot. “I hate this!” she cried again, cringing at the feel of her soggy underwear.

“Here,” said her boyfriend, taking his phone out of his pocket. He had an odd expression on his face, slightly hesitant, but as if he were steeling himself to do something. “I want you to have a look at this, okay baby?” He held up his phone to her face, and for a few seconds Melissa just stared, confused, at the swirling colours on the screen. What was this supposed to be? Then something seemed to clunk into place in her head, and she felt as though she were falling inside the spiralling lights. Her mouth slowly fell open, and a line of drool ran down her chin.

“I can’t reverse your incontinence, my love,” her boyfriend was saying, stroking her hair, “but I can make it so you’re not bothered by it.” He kissed her cheek. “I promise this is for the best. You’re going to be a happy, bubbly girl again in no time!”

One Week Later

Melissa, or little Missy as she now preferred to be called, stomped into the living room with a broad smile on her face. Below the waist she wore only her thick, white diaper, and above it she wore a tight, pale blue top with the words “Daddy’s Little Stinker” written across it in big, bold letters. She spotted her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, and hurried over to him, but she’d only gone a few paces when she stopped in her tracks. There was a rumbling noise from her belly. Her mouth formed into a perfect ‘o’ of surprise as she farted loudly. Then her knees bent, seemingly by instinct, and her face screwed up in concentration.

“What are you doing, baby?” her boyfriend asked lightly, suppressing a laugh as he got to his feet and walked over, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy start to bulge out, just as the front darkened and yellowed.

Missy grunted loudly and grinned up at him. “Doing a big poo, Daddy!” she announced shamelessly.

Her boyfriend gasped theatrically. “In your pants, little Missy?!” he exclaimed in mock surprise. “But you’re twenty-seven years old! You’re way too old to be going poo-poo in your pants, aren’t you? Can’t you use the toilet?”

Missy put her hands to her mouth and chortled through her fingers like a little girl. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the attention she was getting. She grunted again and her nappy drooped a little more. She pointed between her legs. “Gotta diapee, Daddy!”

“I see that, sweetie. But aren’t those for babies?”

“Uh-hu!” Missy chirped. “I can’t control when I go potty, so that makes me a baby!” With one last pouty-lipped, scrunchy-faced look of concentration, she finishing messing herself and straightened up, beaming. Her boyfriend-turned-Daddy held out his arms for a hug, and the infantilized, mind-addled woman toddled eagerly into his embrace. “I love you, Daddy!” she said.

“I love you too, baby girl,” her boyfriend cooed, cuddling her tightly. He didn’t mind the yucky potty smell that reached his nose. It was worth it to have his girlfriend happy again. He reached down and patted the seat of her sagging nappy, eliciting a delighted squeal.

“Yucky Daddy!” Missy giggled. “That’s yucky!”

“Do you want a change, sweet girl? Daddy will get you all clean again.”

“No!” Missy whined. “I wanna play!”

“Are you sure, baby? Janet’s arriving to take you to the park in about fifteen minutes, remember? If we don’t get you cleaned up now, she’s going to see you get your messy nappy changed here on the floor. Doesn’t that bother you?”

They broke apart, and Missy chortled mischievously behind her hands again, shaking her head.

Her boyfriend laughed. “No, I guess it doesn’t,” he said, smiling indulgently. “You don’t mind if everyone thinks you’re a big baby, do you little Missy?” He reached out to cup the front of his girlfriend’s nappy with his hand. He could feel the warm, heavy wee-wee within. He gave it a little rub, and Missy let out a soft cooing noise. “In fact,” her boyfriend went on, smirking, “I think you like it, don’t you?”

Missy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and she nodded. It made her feel all tingly. People still pointed at her when she went out in public, but she enjoyed the attention now, and when they laughed at the sight of her diapers bulging under her jeans out peeking out from beneath her skirt, it made her giggle too. She didn’t blame them. She knew she looked super silly in her massive Pampers. But there was nothing wrong with being silly. Being silly was fun!

“Alright, little Missy,” her boyfriend said, rubbing the front of her soggy pants harder. “Daddy will give you a little playtime, okay? Then when Janet arrives we’ll change your full nappy right here on the floor. Maybe she’ll even help me wipe your mucky bottom!” Missy moaned and started thrusting her crotch against his hand. “You know how glad she is to have her bubbly best friend back,” her boyfriend continued, “even if it does mean dealing with your messy bum. And Emily will be round to babysit tomorrow. She’s got all sorts of silly games planned.” Missy gurgled happily and humped his hand harder. “So you don’t have to worry about a thing, little one.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Daddy’s going to make sure that losing your potty training was the best thing that ever happened to you!”

“Alright, baby,” said Mrs Jones, a little more softly. “I’ll come and get you. Hold tight, okay? Mama’s on her way.”

“Okay, Mama…”

Mrs Jones felt giddy as she got to her feet and started gathering her coat and car keys, and the supplies she’d need for Kimmy. She should have done this weeks ago! Years! She should never have stopped doing it in the first place! She’d thought making her daughter spend her teenage years as a pull-ups-wearing pantswetter would be enough to ensure she never got too big for her britches. But the moment she’d gone off to college, she’d started drinking and staying out late and who knew what else! And now she thought she was ready for boys?! Clearly she’d been wrong to wean her little girl off her special medicine all those years ago…

Mrs Jones glanced up at the kitchen cupboard as she packed baby powder, wipes, and a fresh nappy into a diaper bag. It was good to know her recipe still worked. With the right combination of drugs mixed in with the high-fibre oatmeal, she had the perfect means of making Kimmy mess herself. By adjusting the ingredients ever so slightly, she could control almost exactly how long it would take until her daughter needed to poop, and also how difficult it would be to hold once she did. She’d used it in the past to ensure Kimmy had accidents at just the right time to stop her getting too full of herself, and today she’d timed it so that her daughter would have a massive, uncontrollable bowel movement roughly half an hour into her date.

Once she had everything she needed, she hurried out to the car and started to make the short drive into town. It wasn’t long until she spotted Kimmy standing on the pavement a little distance away from the restaurant where she’d had her date, teary-eyed and tugging fruitlessly on the hem of her skirt to try and make it cover up the sagging seat of her massive, heavily loaded Pampers.

“Oh Kimmy…” Mrs Jones said, in a deeply disappointed tone, once she’d parked up on the side of the road and got out of the car.

Her daughter stared at her feet and sobbed. Her face was streaked with tears, and her nose was running. She looked like an absolute mess.

Mrs Jones gave a long-suffering sigh, even as she thrilled inwardly, and said, “Okay baby, let Mama check the damage.” Kimmy let out a feeble squeal of protest as her skirt was lifted up, but Mrs Jones ignored her. She cupped her daughter’s heavy nappy with her hand, feeling the warm wetness within. “Full to the brim with pee-pee,” she said, “but that’s not the issue. Turn around, Kimmy.”

A few people on the street were pointing and laughing now. Slowly, awkwardly, trying not to squish the horrible load in her pants, Kimmy turned around. Mrs Jones hooked a finger into the waistband of her diaper and pulled it out. “Yuuech!” she said loudly, drawing even more eyes in their direction. “Kimmy Jones! I’ve never seen such a messy nappy!” She spun her daughter back round to face her. She was still crying, and she looked as though she might faint with shame. But that was all for the better – it was important that this became a formative moment for Kimmy moving forwards. Her first genuine messy accident as an adult, and a highly public one too.

“Come along, darling,” said Mrs Jones. “I need to change you before we head home. I don’t want that smelly thing in the car too long if I can help it. Lie down on the backseat. Be a good girl.” After laying down a plastic changing mat to protect the seats, she guided her daughter onto it. Once Kimmy was in position, she ripped open the tapes on one side of her diaper, then the other, and pulled down the front. “Pee-yew! What a stinky bottom!”

Kimmy wailed and covered her face with her hands as Mrs Jones lifted her legs into the air, putting her mucky bum on display. But Mrs Jones herself was unable to keep the grin off her face. She’d missed this so much! Helping her daughter out of wet training pants was one thing, but changing a messy nappy was on a different level. It made her feel so Mummyish. She was able to get her fix from time to time when Kimmy misbehaved enough for diaper discipline, but she couldn’t wait for this to become a normal part of their daily routine again. It was for Kimmy’s own good too, of course. She wouldn’t be getting too big for her britches as long as she was pooping in them. She’d be happily dependent on her Mama, safe from the nasty grown-up world.

“Honestly Kimmy, what am I going to do with you?” she asked, as she slid the loaded Pamper out from under her daughter’s bottom and rolled it up. “I never thought I’d still be changing your nappies at this age, let alone such a messy one!”

“But… But you said I had to, Mama…” Kimmy whimpered. “You said-”

“The problem isn’t that you made a messy diaper, young lady,” Mrs Jones cut in sternly, getting to work cleaning her daughter’s mucky bottom with baby wipes. “If you’d done uh-ohs because you were guilty about your naughtiness last night and wanted to properly punish yourself by making a stinky on your date, Mama would have been very impressed. The problem is that you couldn’t control yourself. You’re far too old to still be having poopy accidents, Kimmy! What on Earth did your date have to say about this?”

Kimmy burst into fresh tears, no doubt remembering the moment she’d realised what was about to happen in her pants and made a rush for the toilets, only to freeze two steps from her table, double over, and pack her Pampers with an enormous load of poo-poo.

“Why didn’t you use your nappy before you left, silly girl?” Mrs Jones continued. “It was bad enough that you were making such slow progress with your potty training, but now you’re going backwards! Not even that – you’ve gone all the way back to square one! Why can’t you understand that you’re supposed to hold it, sweetheart? You don’t just go in your pants!” Once Kimmy’s perky little bum was clean, Mrs Jones slid a fresh diaper beneath it and reached for the baby powder. “Just think what would have happened if you weren’t being diaper disciplined right now, little missy!” she said, sprinkling the powder liberally over Kimmy’s nether regions. “There’s no way your training pants could have handled this, and any big girl panties would have been totally ruined! It’s clear you’re not ready to be out of nappies yet, young lady.”

“Noooo!”

“Yes, Kimmy. You can have your pull-ups back when you’ve proved to me this was just a one-off. But I’m afraid to say it looks like your old habit’s coming back, sweetie.”

“It can’t come back!” Kimmy wailed. “Not now!”

Mrs Jones pulled the clean diaper up between Kimmy’s legs and taped it on, sealing her pussy behind a thick layer of absorbent padding. Her little girl wouldn’t be messing around with boys while these were in the way! Picking up the rolled-up, thoroughly used nappy, she straightened up and turned around, noting with satisfaction that a small crowd that gathered nearby, craning their necks to get a look at the grown woman getting a nappy change in the back of a car. Pinching her nose and holding the huge, stinky Pamper out in front of her, Mrs Jones marched over to the nearest bin and dumped the diaper into it with a heavy thump.

Then she returned to the car and leaned in to kiss her daughter on the forehead and do up her seatbelt. “Alright, precious girl,” she cooed. “You’re all clean and dry for Mama now. Let’s go you home, baby.” She paused for a moment, then said, “What do you say, Kimmy? Remember your manners.”

“Thank you, Mama…” Kimmy whispered.

“Good girl,” Mrs Jones said gently, running her fingers through one of her daughter’s pigtails. She really was too pretty for her own good. If it wasn’t for her potty problems, she was sure to have turned into a vain and superficial young woman. But as it was, she was sweet-tempered and humble. “I’m sorry about your date, princess,” said Mrs Jones. “But there’ll be plenty of time for boys when you’re older. For now, just remember that Mama loves you, no matter how stinky your nappies are.”

Kimmy’s trembling lips twisted into something that was almost a smile. Mrs Jones planted another kiss on her forehead, then got into the front seat of the car to drive her precious cargo home, where she belonged.