Not A Baby (Patreon)

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"I am not a baby!" Paige insisted, for what may have been the hundredth time. It went just as well for her as it usually had...

After losing her job, and having to move back in her with parents, she'd said it after coming home, stumbling noisily and waking them up at three in the morning, or, rather, the next day, once she was awake and the hangover had cleared up, and they tried to lecture her. She was too old for them to dictate what she could and couldn't do, after all, even if she was living with them again!

When her parents talked to her again, after discovering she wasn't even looking for another job, just spending all day watching TV and going shopping, she'd told them the same thing. She would find work when she was ready, and, since she wasn't a child, she would know when that was; they had no idea how much she'd poured into that last one, how hard it had been to get fired. Plus, now that she didn't have rent to worry about, and someone else was footing the grocery bill, a job didn't seem quite as essential...

Those times had been her successes, so to speak, perhaps the reason why she'd kept trying it, even after it started to fail... She'd gotten some unhappy looks from her parents, certainly, but when she'd stormed off to her room with a huff, they'd let it go, and the first time, they'd even apologized later, saying they would respect her space, and her maturity, more, although, since it had happened again, obviously that didn't last long.

Then, they'd gone off on a vacation, leaving her alone, in charge of the house. While there were benefits to living here, one thing she missed from having her own place was being able to have friends over whenever she wanted, so she took advantage of her temporary privacy to correct that... And, even she would have admitted, she may not have done the best job of cleaning up afterwards...

However, that hardly meant they needed to yell at her about it. When she'd told the she wasn't a baby, and she would take care of it later, trying to stomp off, her father had held her in her chair with one strong hand; she'd pushed him away angrily and got up anyway, and he'd actually threatened to spank her... She'd definitely had to remind him she was an adult then, and that he couldn't do that kind of thing to her anymore.

The whole next day, as she cleaned the entire house, she hadn't been able to sit down, and even standing, or lying on her stomach, she'd had a constant, throbbing reminder of what had happened.

She'd tried it again, a few days later, when her parents had presented her with a list of rules, complete with chores, a curfew - with an attached bedtime! - and potential punishments, just like it had been before she'd moved out the first time. She wasn't a baby anymore, so, as she was happy to inform them, she didn't have to do any of that. They'd let that slide... When she'd actually followed through on the threat, however, they'd enforced the punishments, despite her reminding them again of her adulthood.

Despite her even earlier bedtime, her corner time, and having her TV privileges revoked, she still refused to follow the rules, at least not if her parents weren't there to immediately reinforce them. So, her parents had decided to go with another option to keep her in line... When they'd told her about it, she had produced the loudest and whiniest, "I am not a baby!" yet, but the next morning, she got dropped off anyway.

She'd had no idea there even was such a place nearby, almost thinking it had been an empty threat, yet, sure enough, she found herself in what was, essentially, a daycare for twenty-somethings like her, complete with coloring, finger-painting, and teachers who monitored her every movement. She quickly learned that she couldn't even go to the bathroom without permission; there was no way she was going to ask someone practically her own age if she could do that, and whenever one of them asked her, she would grumpily reply, "I'm not a baby!"

All the protesting in the world couldn't strengthen her bladder enough to last the whole day, however, so she kept getting sent home with reports of her accidents, until her parents bought her Pull-Ups to wear. Her usual refrain was met with the now customary disregard, and to make sure she didn't cheat, her underwear was inspected before she left her house... And, when she tried sneaking her real panties out anyway, that all vanished, leaving only the humiliating training pants in her underwear drawer.

She was the only kid in the daycare to have a potty training chart; she'd also been the only one to have accidents, so nobody was really surprised by it, though that didn't stop her from being teased. Despite her small size, she still got into several scuffles with people insisting she was a baby, until the school informed her parents that they were thinking of trying something new, and that they thought Paige would be the perfect first student.

The next day, she'd been escorted from her normal classroom to a nursery, complete with a row of oversized cribs, changing tables, and high chairs, and plenty of baby toys. She had a teacher dedicated to her at all times, and whenever she showed the slightest sign of needing to use the restroom, she was ready with a plastic potty chair. Paige, of course, refused to use it, saying the same thing that had landed her in this mess in the first place, then, eventually, using her training pants instead.

Now that she was in the nursery, however, that potty training chart meant something, and, very quickly, that row of frowny faces earned her a one-way trip back to diapers. "We've already spoken with your parents," her teacher told her as the girl pouted up at her from the changing table, naked except for the thick, crinkly garment being taped around her waist, since she'd leaked on her dress. "We'll be sending a note home telling them that you are to wear these full time."

"I am not a baby!" 

"Yes," her teacher responded, "you are. Look at you, in your twenties, no job, not able to be trusted home by yourself, too immature to ask for help to use the bathroom even when you know you need it... You very much are a baby, and I don't want to hear you say that again."

Paige glared at her, anger wiping away the feeling of humiliation as the diaper was taped into place, the bulky padding now following her every move, inescapable. "I," she sat up, crossing her arms, unrelenting, despite the many times she'd tried it in the past, "am not a baby!" 

"I warned you!" the teacher shook her head, jamming a pacifier into Paige's mouth, pulling the girl off the table and down to the floor, draping her over her lap. Suddenly, fear filled the small, diapered girl, and, while she didn't stop saying the same thing, it was now much quieter, punctuated with sniffles. She wasn't really going to spank her... Was she?!

All it took was one swat, not even particularly hard through the diaper's padding. Remember the spankings her father had given her, Paige began bawling, feeling so small and helpless, and, yes, babyish... At first, she barely even noticed the pressure in her tummy, or the bulging in the seat of her diaper, not until she felt the gooey mass begin spreading through her diaper... Her teacher certainly did, though, stopping the spanking in shock. There was no doubt in either of their minds now that Paige really was a baby... And nothing Paige could do would change that, not even her apparently not-so-magic words.