Growing Up Too Fast - Part 2 (Patreon)

"Are you going to be a good girl?" her aunt asked sternly.

"Yes, Auntie," Angel forced a smile, knowing that was the right answer, even if she didn't like it. The threat was implied... Angel could either behave like the little baby her aunt wanted her to be, or her aunt could use those hypnotic triggers again and make her one.

It was the first time she'd really been given a choice. After making sure Angel knew what she'd just done, and how she hadn't had any control over it, her aunt had triggered her again before asking if she wanted a change, or to keep playing. To Angel's chagrin now, she'd chosen to stick with her toys, ignoring the stinky, squishy load in her pants until her aunt made her stop for a bath, a fresh diaper, and a supper of baby food before putting her down for bed.

She'd spent the next day completely hypnotized, despite a visit from one of her aunt's friends that, now, left her blushing from the memory of it. She hadn't thought anything about it then, of course, even babbling and giggling happily as she was told how adorable she was. She couldn't let that happen to her again... Unfortunately, she knew what was expected of her, and that wasn't much better. 

"Auntie has some things to do today, so, as much as I'd like to, I can't just sit and watch you be cute all day," she told Angel. "You play here, so I can keep an eye on you, okay?"

The blanket was moved from the center of the living room to the doorway, and, after making sure Angel was set up there, her aunt grabbed a baby gate and set it up, easily stepping over it. "Good girl," she smiled down at the teen, patting her on the head.

Angel had been wrong... It wasn't that this was just slightly better than the hypnotic haze; it was worse. Then, she couldn't really be held responsible, or think about, her actions... Now, playing with her dolls wasn't an automatic thing, she had to consciously do it, while sitting there on her blanket in her diaper and a shirt that came nowhere near covering it. Sure, her aunt knew she had it on, and she was the only other person in the house, but it was still humiliating, looking down and seeing the cheery, infantile patterns staring back up at her.

The worst part, however, was that baby gate. Just like her aunt could step over it, she knew she could as well... But that was, almost definitely, not allowed. While she was under hypnosis, she couldn't walk without holding Auntie's hand, so, if she had to guess, she was pretty sure that's what the woman wanted out of her; she didn't want to find out otherwise, and risk being triggered.

Somewhere on the other side of that gate, however, was her suitcase, with her real panties - which she already missed dearly - her adult clothes, and, most importantly, the bathroom. She could see that last one from where she was sitting, picking up her stuffed animal whenever she heard her aunt approach to seem like she was playing, and she felt like it was taunting her.

Her past couple dirty diapers had been automatic, since she'd had no control over herself then, but she could tell now, as her tummy began to cramp up from all that oatmeal and pureed babyfood she'd been fed the past few days, that she wouldn't have been able to hold them for nearly as long as she was used to. She knew Auntie wanted her to use her diapers... However, maybe, just maybe, she could strike a bargain with her.

"H-Hey," she squeaked as her aunt bustled past her, barely even slowing down. She groaned, wiggling in place, knowing she was going to have to try harder next time, because there wouldn't be many more after that. "Auntie!" she practically yelled when she saw the woman again.

"Yes, sweetie?" her aunt paused, looking down at her.

"C-Can I please use the potty?" she asked, pointing at the toilet she could see clearly through the open bathroom door, mere feet away. If she spoke childishly, she thought, that might placate the woman... Maybe. "I-I'll go pee-pee in my diapie, I promise, but I gotta go..."

Before she could finish, her aunt reached into her apron, pulled out a large, pink pacifier, and pushed it into Angel's mouth. Angel stared up at her, shocked and annoyed that the woman wouldn't even let her finish her proposal. She reached up to take the pacifier out without thinking, only to have her aunt slap her hand.

"Does somebody need help being a good girl? I think you know better than that..." she threatened.

Angel crossed her arms and fumed... But that was all she could do. Any more defiance than that would, surely, get her triggered. And, even though the only thing standing between her and the toilet was a short, flimsy baby gate, she still wound up messing herself mere minutes later, this time, feeling every push, every fresh wave of mush, every humiliating moment. And all she could do was sit there, sniffling, and play with her toys, waiting for Auntie to decide to change her...