The Descent Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

“Come along, sweetie!” Auntie Mia said, sliding the tray away from the high-chair and helping Karen, stuffed and sleepy after dinner, down onto the floor. The puffy diaper between her thighs forced her legs apart and made her waddle awkwardly when Mia took her by the hand and led her slowly out of the dining room and up the stairs.  

    “Come on-- that a girl… you’re doing so good!” Mia cooed patronizingly, making Karen’s face burn. Being dressed up like an oversized toddler and fed in a high-chair had been humiliating enough… did her new “auntie” really have to rub it in with all this embarrassing baby-talk?

    “That’s it… you’re such a clever girl,”  she gushed. “Come along… this way,” Mia instructed, ushering Karen along with a teasing swat on her plushly padded backside. Down the hallway she led her, until they reached the door at the end. Karen found herself sweating nervously, watching with dread as Aunt Mia produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open and guiding Karen inside with a hand on her arm.

Karen looked around, impressed beneath her mounting shame. “Nana” had spare no expense, and the nursery she’d put together was at least as impressive as the one she had at home, if not more-so. Nana had apparently ordered furniture from all the same people Julie had, including a crib and a changing table. There were piles of toys… including a teddy bear that looked almost as tall as she was.

    “Now,” Auntie Mia said, surveying her with a superior smirk that made Karen feel all hot and blushy inside her thick, crinkly pampers, “before I put you down for a nap-- does somebody need to use the potty?”

     Karen’s cheeks reddened, and she was about to say no… but after thinking about it for a second, she realized her bladder was fairly full… ready to burst in fact. Shamefaced, barely able to look her auntie in her smugly smirking face, she nodded stiffly.

     “OK, sweetie pie,” Mia said, her voice sickly sweet. She went over to the closet and removed a scaled up version of a child’s pink plastic potty, not unlike the one she had at home. Karen groaned inside as she watched Aunt Mia drag the potty into the center of the room, cursing her luck… there seemed to be no end to poor Karen’s humiliations, not one moment of respite from the continuous string of embarrassments her life had become… she felt her pussy growing moist at the thought of how thoroughly she’d been infantilized.

     Taking her by the hand, Mia lead Karen to the center of the room, turned her around and proceeded to unsnap the crotch of her onsie. Her diaper was untaped and pulled down, leaving her bare from the waist down. Karen’s cheeks flared bright red when Mia reached up to pat her bare bottom, grinning at her wolfishly.  

     “OK, sweetie-- show auntie Mia how you go potty like a big girl.” Karen plopped her bare tushy onto the plastic seat, and watched for a moment to see if she was going to get any privacy. She was embarrassed, but unsurprised when Mia merely stood by with her arms folded, watching her with a superior smirk. Locking her eyes on the spot of the floor between her feet, Karen relaxed her bladder and gave a little push, and she was rewarded with a strong gush of urine streaming out of her and striking the bottom of the bowl noisily.

     After a few moments, the stream pittered to a stop. Mia gave her another minute or so to make sure she was finished, then signaled for her to spread her legs. Karen complied, her heart thudding loudly in her chest as auntie Mia wiped her clean with a wet wipe, the cool, damp cloth against her neatly trimmed pussy making her shiver and break out in goosebumps.

     Finished, she was re-sealed into her pampers and the crotch of her onsie was snapped into place once more. Mia lowered the bars of the crib and helped Karen crawl up onto the padded mattress, her diapers crinkling loudly behind her. The bars were slid into place, and Karen gazed out at the cool, smugly smirking beauty of her new “aunt,” a sexy woman she hardly knew, who no doubt saw her as a ridiculous, clearly adult woman playing some sort of perverted baby games. A horrific moment of clarity hit her and she realized how pathetic she must look… diapered and sitting in a crib, meekly allowing total strangers to treat her like a literal baby. The realization made part of her want to stand up and demand respect… and another (sadly, she realized, larger) part of her that wanted to revel in her own humiliation.  

     Karen watched auntie Mia remove the bowl from the potty and leave, listening to her empty it out into the toilet and rinse it clean. She turned over in the crib with a sigh and settled in, as always keenly aware of the thick, crinkly plastic strapped to her butt. After a few minutes, Mia reappeared to hand her a bottle full of apple juice. Without even thinking about it, Karen popped the nipple into her mouth a began sucking rhythmically, the cool juice trickling down her throat and into her belly.

     “Pleasant dreams, kiddo,” Mia smirked on her way out, closing the door and locking it behind her. Karen was drained by the events of the day , and she was ready for a nap. It didn’t take very long for Karen to drift soundly to sleep, the bottle’s rubber nipple working it’s way in and out of her mouth as she fell into a deep slumber.

Karen dreamed.  

     In her dream, she was at her office, working. The staff buzzed about her asking for instructions and providing their work to be looked over by her. Karen felt confident and in command. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and smiled. In her black power suit with her sleek ponytail and immaculate, but professional make-up there was no denying that she looked beautiful and powerful, commanding the respect of all her underlings. Her eyes traced the outline of her figure beneath her finely tailored trousers, admiring the way they clung to and accentuated the sexy curve of her well-sculpted ass.

     “There you are!”

     Karen nearly lept out of her skin when she heard the all too familiar voice behind her. Slowly, Karen turned and found herself face to face with Momma Julie, auntie Mia, and Nana Pamela… all smiling at her unnervingly. “We looked all over for you, silly. It’s time for your diaper change!” Julie said gleefully, holding up a massive adult pamper with brightly colored cartoon designs on them for the entire office to see.

     Karen was turning red now… she could sense every eye in the office watching the exchange curiously, a few of them smiling. She forced a chuckle and tried to play it off as a joke. “Don’t be silly!’ she said, a little more shrilly than she would have liked. “I- I certainly don’t wear... d-d-diapers!” she said, forcing herself to say the final word, her pussy growing shamefully wet at the mere sound of it.

     This statement was met with scattered chuckles… especially from Julie. “Oh really?” she asked with a snort, gesturing below Karen’s waist. She followed the finger with her eyes, instantly gasping and screaming… her sleek black pants had vanished, leaving her clad in nothing below the waist but high heels and a massively bulging diaper.

     Karen emitted a choked squeal, bending down to cover herself while the gathered crowd had a laugh at her. “Oh my God!” she screamed, her cheeks reddening, the laughter ringing in her ears.

     “So… ready for that change yet?” Julie said between guffaws, bringing more laughter from the crowd.

     “No!” Karen cried, feeling helpless as the crowd laughed. “I mean… I haven’t even used it yet!” she pleaded.

     Nana stepped forward, regarding her with eyes that were somehow simultaneously warm and friendly and coolly amused. “Now child, don’t you fib to us… we can see as plain as day that that diaper is soaked.”

     As the words left her mouth, Karen gasped as a slow trickle of pee began dribbling into the diaper below. Within moments, it had become a gushing flood, hissing out of her audibly and striking the fabric between her legs noisily. Karen could only make a series of helpless noises, powerless to stop the urine that was swelling and darkening the diaper between her legs.

     Her co-workers were now openly tittering and pointing in her direction. auntie Mia stepped forward, the familiar condescending smirk on her face. “Not to mention that stinky mess in the seat,” she chuckled, enjoying Karen’s embarrassment.

     “OOH NOO--! UUUUHHH!” Karen realized what was happening just a fraction of a second too late, and Karen was forced to experience the intense humiliation of trying with all her might to clamp her anus shut, only to have this last ditch effort at maintaining a scrap of adulthood made a total mockery of by a wave of disgusting, mushy brown poop uncontrollably thundering its way into her pants.

     The diaper bulged and sagged behind her, and Karen sobbed and heaved for breath, her co-workers sharing a huge laugh at her Expense… at least until the stench hit them. Soon the chuckling crowd was staring, pinching their noses shut and fanning their faces. Karen sobbed and preyed for her embarrassment to end.

     Her prayers were answered by a hand on her shoulder. She turned round, tears leaking from her eyes, and was greeted by Julie’s smiling face. “Come on, poopy butt,” she said, spreading the plastic changing mat out in the center of the office, “it’s time for that diaper change!”