Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Eight (With Poll) (Patreon)

I know I said the next installment of Diaper Genie would be arriving today, but there's been a small change of plans... Look for that to drop on Sunday or Monday next week. Sorry about the confusion.

As always, I hope you and your loved ones are keeping safe and healthy. Stay strong, everyone, and hopefully we'll round the corner on all this soon.

“Vanessa?”

     The voice was distant, muffled, shaking her from her slumber. For a long moment, her mind was blank, with no memory of who or where she was. Little snippets of the previous evening began appearing in her brain-- she remembered cheating at cards and getting caught... the indignity of the spanking she’d received, and how it paled in comparison to the diapers she’d then been forced into. Then the night in the crib and...

     Her eyes snapped open when she remembered her ‘little accident’ the night before... but that had just been a dream-- right? Had she... could she...? She couldn’t possibly have...

     A foul, earthy odour tickled her nose-- distant, muffled, but definitely there. Throwing the blanket off doubled the stench, seemingly confirming her worst fears, but she still found herself compelled to reach back with both hands, groping her thickly pampered rump. Her stomach rolled and her chest went cold when she felt the now lukewarm mush inside squished audibly against her butt-cheeks.

     “GGGGGAAAHHH!” she cried, unthinkingly rolling over and sitting up, instantly regretting it when she felt the smelly mud smush against her butt, spurting up into her crack and filling it to the top with sticky brown poop. Instantly, the cloud of stench around her grew more potent, filling her nose with the smell of her own mess.

      “AAAAHHH!” howling like a scalded cat, she quickly threw herself over on her stomach with her messy butt stuck up in the air behind her. With her cute, upturned nose twitching disdainfully, she glanced back over her shoulder cautiously. Her stomach turned over inside her when she saw the dark brown stain through the thick plastic of the seat of her diaper, sending a shiver of nausea through her body, and she was forced to hide her face in the pillow again, trying to escape from the unfairness of it all. How could this be happening to her?

     The voice returned, interrupting her misery: “Did you have a nice sleep?”

     The feminine voice interrupted her self-pity, and she turned her head to see a tough, matronly looking middle-aged woman standing next to the crib, her nurses uniform crisp and white in the morning sunlight. Her face was hard and it was obvious that she wasn’t here to take any sass. Seeing her nose twitch and crinkle distastefully, Vanessa pressed her face into the pillow once again, punching the mattress and biting back tears of humiliation... it just wasn’t fair!

     “P-U! I can see someone’s in desperate need of a bath!”  the woman said with maximum condescension, sliding the side of the crib down. “Young woman, you S-T-I-N-K!”

     In the crib, Vanessa shot her an angry look. She was stewing away in her own stench, and she definitely didn’t have time for this old biddy and her attitude! Just who the hell did this bitch think she was, anyway?!

     “Come along, dear,” the woman said, her voice as comforting as a wire brush on soft pink flesh. “Let’s get going-- you’ve got a big day ahead of you!”

     She reached into the crib, grabbing Vanessa by the wrist with her steely fingers. “HEY!” The beautiful blond cried, struggling to free herself.

     But she wasn’t strong enough to resist, and as she was dragged from the crib, she was forced to shift onto her backside, squishing the poopy load beneath her buns once again.

     “EEEEWWW!” she squealed, near tears at being to forced to sit in her awful, smelly mess again. “YOU BITCH!”

     “Now let’s get this straight right away, little girl!” the woman growled, yanking Vanessa out of the crib and holding her in place with her powerful hand. “My name is Ms. Prowse,” she said, emphasizing herself with a solid swat to the seat of Vanessa’s dirty diapers, the mess inside squishing against her ass, “and you will address me as such! Understand?” she asked, punctuating her statement with another firm spank to her plushly padded rear end.

     “YEEEOOOWWW! Knock it off!” Vanessa squealed, wiggling her butt in place to avoid another blow to her mushy backside.

     “I’m the one giving the orders around here missy,” Ms. Prowse said firmly, turning Vanessa to look her in the eye. “You’d better watch yourself and don’t give me any lip... I know how to handle little brats like you. Believe me, I’ve dealt with plenty of silly little bimbo’s like yourself-- you all think you can coast through life without ever dealing with the consequences of your actions, but you’d do well to get this through your empty little head: I am not your mommy, and I will not hesitate to punish you accordingly if you get out of line, missy!”

     Vanessa shot the old crone a dirty look, teeth bared, furious. Her diaper was itchy and uncomfortable, the smelly mess clinging to her rear end like rapidly cooling clay. She was desperate to get out of the diaper and get cleaned up, yet the way that this woman was speaking to her was infuriating. She wasn’t a baby, damnit, no matter how dirty her diaper was, and this woman had no business treating her this way!

     “It’s your choice, sweetie... what’s it gong to be? Are you going to be a good girl for nursey... or an I going to have to get tough with you?”

     Vanessa fumed, but she restrained herself-- was she really going to let this old sow treat her like this? Wasn’t she entitled to a little respect? Just because she was dressed like a giant two year old, did she deserve to be treated like one?

     She chewed her lip, mulling her decision over in her head...

Should Vanessa just go along with Ms. Prowse for the moment or stand up and demand the respect she deserves?