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"Honestly, I don't know what you're being such a brat about this, young lady! I'm trying to be nice to you!"

Lane rolled her eyes; it was no big surprise, she supposed, that her step-mother was trying to infantalize her by calling her a 'brat'... That was what she did, after all. Of course, she was clever enough to see through all that, unlike her step-sister, Ava. That poor, stupid girl had let herself get firmly lodged under her mother's thumb, and was still there, into her twenties... At this rate, Lane doubted she'd ever fully escape.

"I am not a 'brat'," Lane informed her parents, crossing her arms. "I am merely informing you that I have no intention of wearing a dress, whether it's Easter or not."

"Lane," her father sighed, "I know you don't like them, but you always put up with them for Easter. We're not going to make you wear it ever again, if you don't want to..."

"Yeah, I put up with it because I was a kid," Lane said. "I'm not anymore, am I?"

"I guess not," her dad admitted. "You're living here, under my roof, again, though, so..."

"You told me it was fine!" Lane glared. "You can't shame me for that! At least I moved out at some point, Ava isn't that much younger than me, and she never even tried to..."

"Your sister has nothing to do with this," her father cut her off. "And I don't mind you having to live here; I love having your around. We just want to make sure everyone looks nice that one day."

"I'll look nice," Lane spat. "Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I have to wear a dress to look nice!"

"You know what?" her step-mother said, putting a hand on her husband's arm. "She's right."

Lane was surprised to be getting support from her, although it was certainly welcome. "I'm glad one of you came to your senses," she declared. "I'll look through my stuff... I probably even have something bright and pastel-y, if you really want my to be in the Easter spirit." She'd intended to go with a dark suit, fancy, yet almost definitely out of place with what the rest of the family would be wearing, but she was feeling charitable after managing to sway one of her parents.

"Oh, no," the woman shook her head. "We can still buy you something... It's only fair, since your sister is getting a new outfit. And I have the perfect thing in mind..."

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She should have seen it coming then, but she was too blinded by her supposed victory to notice the gleam in her step-mother's eye. She didn't give it much of a thought at all until Easter Sunday, when, as the rest of the family got ready to head out for the big family meal at Ava's aunt's place, she realized she'd never gotten her promised outfit.

"Silly me," her step-mother said when Lane asked her about it. "It's right in here... Come on..."

It was weird, of course, when she took Lane's hand to lead her through the house; Lane felt a pit forming in her stomach, growing larger and deeper as they got closer and closer to the room, although she was still telling herself that couldn't be where they were headed. Her father wouldn't let that happen... He'd protected her that last year Lane lived there, before she went off to college, and on summer breaks, saying that, while it might work for Ava - which was debatable, at least in Lane's mind - Lane was too old to start then.

"Wh-Why is it in here?" Lane asked, gulping when the woman opened that dreaded door after all, trying to pull away from her step-mother's grip, only to feel it tighten. 

"I think you know," she smiled. 

"You can't do this!" Lane stomped her foot, tears springing to her eyes. "My dad said...!"

"You're an adult now, aren't you?" the woman countered. "You were so insistent about that... Are you going to keeping hiding behind your father? Is that what a grown woman would do?"

Lane whimpered, eyes darting across the room, seeing what was there, waiting for her. She tried, again, to tear herself free, to no avail. It wasn't a big surprise, really... Ava was a decent amount taller than her, and the woman could handle her, no problem. Why would Lane be a challenge? "Daddy!" she squealed, as her step-mother began to pull off her pajama shorts.

"For as tough as you pretend to be, I didn't think you'd go there so quickly," the woman chuckled. "I thought this would be much more difficult..."

"Stop it!" Lane whined, grabbing for her boyshorts when the woman came for them next, only to feel them easily ripped away. Her step-mother didn't obey, however, lifting her up onto the changing table, planting her bottom right onto the waiting diaper. The thing would have been huge anyway, but she'd already stacked soaker pads in it, making it even bigger and bulkier than the ones Lane was used to seeing on Ava when she was being punished - although, to be fair, that hadn't happened in quite a while.

Lane tried to sit up, but all it took was a single hand pushing her back onto the soft, padded table to prove how outmatched she was. "Daddy!" she screamed, pounding her fists, producing some crinkling noises, and no real results, while she was thoroughly powdered and oiled. "Daddy!" she yelped again as the front of the diaper was pulled up, and she felt how thick it really was, how much it was forcing her thighs apart.

"Honestly, Lane," her step-mother shook her head, without stopping her work, tugging the sides up nice and snug and taping them into place, sealing the girl into her poofy prison. "The house isn't that big... I'm sure he heard you the first time. He isn't coming to save you... He agreed with me that if you want to be seen as an adult so badly, you should act like one... And, if you can't even stop me, by yourself, then I don't think you're much of a big girl, are you?"

"Yes, I am!" Lane pouted, wiping away the tears trickling down her face as the woman fastened the last tape, and gave the whole, bulky thing a pat.

"Are you?" she questioned. "You hardly fought back at all, and almost immediately turned to your daddy to rescue you... I honestly thought I'd have to at least give you a spank or two, but I didn't even have to threaten it. I think you belong in these more than your sister ever did."

"I don't belong in diapers!" Lane raged, reaching for the diaper's tapes, and getting a swat on the hand.

"There it is," her step-mother nodded. "Yes, you do, Lane... And, if you don't behave yourself better than this today, you're going to be staying in them for a long time, while I take my own crack at raising you. I don't blame your father, really... He did his best, but he was alone with you for so long before I came along... I'm sure Ava would love to have the chance to show her little sister how to be a real girl."

It was hard enough, being the older of the two when she was so much smaller than her sister... She wasn't about to let herself be the 'little sister', or allow anyone to turn her into a simpering, patethic girly girl like Ava. She grabbed for the tapes again, and was smacked away a second time.

"You know better than that, young lady," her step-mother told her. "You do not touch your diaper, unless you really do want a spanking. And I'm sure you don't, do you?"

Lane squirmed, wanting so much to be defiant, to rip that diaper off herself... But she'd seen Ava get a spanking, on several occasions, and the sound of the hairbrush striking the girl's bare bottom echoed in her mind. She'd always been afraid that, even if her father saved her from diaper discipline, he'd cave in and let Lane be spanked... It looked like it hurt so much, and the very idea of it was so humiliating, made her feel even smaller and more helpless...

"I didn't think so," her step-mother grinned, helping her sit up, as well as she could in the massive diaper, pulling what Lane assumed, at first, was a t-shirt over her head. She quickly found out she was wrong when the woman helped her hop down off the table, then tugged the bottom of the shirt down, fastening it in the middle. It was, in fact, a onesie... It fit her like a glove, but her diaper was so huge, it refused to be fully contained, spilling out around the leg-holes, ensuring there was no doubt what she had on underneath.

She finished the outfit off with a hair bow and socks, then stepped back to admire her work. "Perfect," she declared. "Aren't you going to thank me for your new Easter clothes? It isn't a dress..."

"I-I can't wear this!" Lane whimpered.

"Don't worry, the family is all used to this... Well, they're used to it on Ava, but I'm sure they all know you well enough to know you belong in it as much as she ever did." That wasn't exactly what Lane was worried about. "Now, I need to get ready, too, so you are going to stay in here and think about your behavior, both in the past, and in the future. If you can behave yourself today, we can pretend this never happened, and go back to the way things were... At least, until you act up again. If you step one foot out of line, however, or prove you deserve this in any way, I am putting you in full-time diaper discipline for the foreseeable future, with your father's blessing, and your sister's help. Do you understand?"

Lane swallowed nervously, nodding slowly. "Good girl," her step-mother smiled, handing her a baby rattle. "You can play with this while you think."

Lane watched her go, plopping down on her padded bottom, hardly able to believe this was happening to her. She wanted, so badly, to take off the diaper, but there was no question doing so would be stepping out of line... She wriggling, listening to the diaper crinkle beneath her, wondering if, maybe, the woman was right... She'd always looked down on Ava for allowing this to happen to her, yet Ava almost always resisted, had to be spanked, before she was subjected to this... Lane liked to think she was smart for avoiding that, though it was also possible she was just a chicken, a baby, so scared of some pain that she allowed herself to be put in a diaper and onesie with barely any resistance, or chance of taking it off without permission.

"Aww, aren't you precious?"

Lane glanced up, blushing as she saw Ava standing there in the doorway of the room. Normally, Lane might have made fun of her for her new Easter outfit, which, at least in her eyes, was a little on the childish side for someone Ava's age... Today, however, she had no room to talk. "Leave me alone," Lane sulked.

"Leave you alone?" Ava shook her head. "But, sweetie... If I do that, you might accidentally behave yourself, for once... And we wouldn't want that! Not when, if you don't, I get to be the big sister for once..."

Lane was always aware that her step-sister was larger than her, but, because she considered herself smarter, and stronger, and more independent, she'd never let it bother her too much. Now, on the other hand, it was a real problem, as it meant Ava could easily turn her over, pin her down, unsnap her onesie, push her diaper down, and grab something from one of the drawers in the changing table.

"Do you recognize these?" Ava demanded, shoving her hand in Lane's face, holding a pair of small, ominous looking white bullets. 

Of course, they weren't really bullets... Ava's mother kept those for only the most dire circumstances, when the girl had really messed up, and needed an extra-special punishment. Usually, Ava could go to her and ask to use the potty when she had to do that, and be taken to the bathroom... When the suppositories came out, however, that meant a dirty diaper. Lane would be lying if she claimed she hadn't found it funny, watching her step-sister toddle around with a load in her diaper, unable to change herself, or even ask for one, having to wait for her mother to decide she was ready for a fresh diaper...

"Ava, no!" Lane thrashed under the bigger girl, sniffling. "Please!"

"I wonder how long you'll be able to hold them," Ava mused. "If it was me, I'd probably make it until we were in the car, on the road... Wouldn't that be humiliating? Squirming there in the back-seat, filling your pants, bouncing along with every bump, knowing that, as soon as we get to my aunt's place, you're going to be taken to the bathroom for a change, and probably a spanking, since even you ought to be big enough not to do that..."

Lane's cheeks warmed, her imagination going wild as she thought through that scenario, practically hearing Ava ask, "What's that smell?" to make sure everyone was aware, seeing her step-mother glare at her in the rear-view mirror, shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment.

"I've always known you were just a big baby, though," Ava continued. "I bet you can't even hold it until we're ready to leave. I bet you'll poop your pants right here, in the nursery, without even bothering to ask to be taken to the potty. Even your dad will have to admit that's something only a baby would do."

"Ava, please!" Lane begged. "I-I'll give you... umm..." 

She wracked her brains, searching for something that might tempt the girl to take mercy on her, but nothing came to mind. More than likely, it wouldn't have mattered, anyway... She had a feeling, either way, Ava still would have jabbed her finger into her bottom, shoving the first suppository in. Lane groaned, positive she could feel the thing gliding up inside her, pushing its way up to turn into a time bomb in her tummy, made all the more dangerous by the second one Ava added to join it.

Ava didn't even give her any privacy for the shameful act they both knew was brewing. She stayed, watching like a hawk as Lane blushed and pretended to be interested in her rattle, since there was nothing else to draw her attention away from her vengeful step-sister, or the growing rumble in her stomach. 

Even knowing it was on its way, the first cramp still took her by surprise, both with how quickly it happened, and how strong it was. She did her best to hide it, to keep Ava from being able to tell her plan was working, praying the girl would get bored and go back to her own room, but she had no choice, really... She had to squeeze her legs together, as much as she could in the diaper, had to clamp her hand down, or else she would have lost control right then and there.

"Looks like I was right," Ava grinned. 

"Ava..." Lane sniffed, then shook her head defiantly. She wasn't going to let the girl get to her. She was older, after all, and no matter how she felt in this moment, sweating and wiggling on her back and fighting not to poop her pants, she knew she was smarter, too. "Daddy!" she yelled. "Mom!"

Ava's eyes widened for a second, but no longer. "I'll check on her!" she called, as she grabbed Lane's feet, holding them up and away from each other. "Did you really think that would work?" she smirked, looking down at the shocked girl.

Lane squirmed, trying to kick free of her step-sister's grip, realizing, in that position, the next cramp was going to be far harder to get through without... And, before she could even finish the thought, it happened. She tried to close her legs, but Ava only spread them further apart, watching with glee as Lane whimpered, feeling the warm, mushy mess start to slide out into her diaper without her consent, slowly but surely spreading through the whole, massive garment, causing it to swell out, just to reach the limits of the onesie and be cradled tighter against her skin, making her ever more aware of the awful, mortifying thing she was doing, in full view of the person who had made it happen.

"Oh, Lane!" Ava exclaimed, loud enough for their parents to hear. "What did you do? Why didn't you ask for help earlier?"

"Y-You can't do this," Lane grunted, still helplessly in the midst of filling her diaper. "I-I'll tell them what you did, a-and..."

"And you think they'll believe you over me?" Ava giggled, patting the ever-expanding diaper around her sister's waist. "After they see this? You're even dumber than I thought... You really do belong in these? But don't worry, your big sister's here to look after you, and teach you how to be a big girl... And make sure you keep having 'accidents' like this, until mom and dad decide it isn't even worth it to let you have bathroom privileges for anything other than brushing your teeth and being given your baths... So you'd better get used to how this feels." She gave the diaper another pat, harder this time, squishing the mush against the other girl's bottom. "Because I'm going to make sure you never get to use the potty again... And, when mom and dad are at work, I'm going to be in charge of deciding when, or if, you get a change. Happy Easter, baby sis... Now that your new outfit is complete, I hope you like it. You're going to be wearing it a lot more often, from now on..."