Easter Pictures - Part 3 (Patreon)

"I-I haven't done that in years!" she insisted.

"Then what is this?" her mother demanded, giving the diaper a pat. "Or all those wet panties in the laundry?"

"Th-There aren't any!" Penelope protested.

"I'm so sorry about this," her mother told the photographer, grabbing her daughter by the hand. "Do you mind if I go change her? We don't want everyone seeing she actually needs these, at her age!"

"I don't!" Penelope whined, as the photographer shook her head. "Mom, stop!" Penelope tugged at the woman's hand, shocked at how much smaller and weaker she felt now, how she truly was practically helpless against her, in a rather terrifying way. Even seeing her younger body didn't drive the point home as much as that. "Something weird is going on!"

"Yes, it is," she agreed, tugging Penelope over towards the changing table. "My little girl is acting like a baby! I know you're the youngest, sweetie, but you can't be a baby forever!"

"What?!" Penelope's stomach lurched, staring up at her mother, searching for any sign the woman was joking. She glanced over at Duane, but, sure enough, he looked the same age as always, while she knew she definitely didn't. "Mom, you know this isn't right!"

"No, it isn't," her mother shook her head. "You're lucky we're here, or I'd have your father give you a spanking for acting like this in public."

"I'm too old for spankings!" Penelope turned bright red at the very suggestion, squirming on the changing table that she fit on far too well, wincing at the sound of the diaper's tapes being undone.

"You most certainly are not," her mother told her. "Especially not if you're still... You didn't even take your panties off?!" She sighed. "If you were just going to do this, why didn't you take those off, at least? I don't know what I'm going to do with you..."

"Hey!" Penelope gasped as she watched her underwear being yanked off, then tossed into the diaper pail.

"Clearly, you don't need those, or deserve them," her mother said. "If you want to stay in diapers, then so be it."

"I-I don't!" Penelope sniffled as she was cleaned up, a fresh diaper slid beneath her. Without the protection of her underwear, it felt so soft, so cushy, so inviting, in the worst possible way. She didn't want to be wearing this! "M-Mom, wake up! I'm a grown-up!"

"Yeah, right," Anna snorted from the other side of the room.

"Then maybe you should act like one," her mother scolded, taping the diaper snugly into place. "Come on, let's... Oh, look at this!"

Penelope, wiping her nose, on the verge of tears, followed the woman's gaze, freezing when she saw what she had spotted. "Mom, no!" she whined. "I haven't danced in years!"

"Why are you lying?" her mother sighed. "You had a class last night, silly. If you wanted to decide what you got to wear, you should have remembered to bring your clothes... I'd think someone who claimed to be a grown-up would be responsible enough to do that one thing. Now, hush, you're wearing this."

The outfit was awful, exactly what she'd wanted to avoid with the butterfly dress. It was pink, the sleeves and hem lined in lace, with a picture of ballet slippers, and the word 'Dance' splashed across the front. There was a diaper cover, which hid the baby blocks on her shameful garment, though did nothing to hide the fact she was wearing them in the first place. If anything, it looked more infantile than the diaper on its own...

"C-Can I at least..?" Penelope asked, reaching for her pacifier.

"Absolutely not," her mother smacked her hand lightly. "If you're going to wear diapers, you might as well go all the way. Now, why don't you show us a little stretch?"

"Mooom," Penelope rolled her eyes, only to see her mother cross her arms, staring down at her in a way that made it clear her threat of a spanking when they got home was still on the table. While, at this age, she absolutely would have been in ballet class still, her mind was quite far removed from that, so she had to think back to what the stretches were like to humor the woman. 

She didn't notice the nod her mother gave the photographer, had no idea what was coming until the flash went off again. "Very good!" her mother squealed down at her, any hint of annoyance at her gone, replaced with joy and adoration. "Isn't she adorable?"