Sweet Charity - Part 7 (Patreon)

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"I-I can't do it, Auntie Lindsay," Tina finally admitted, sniffling, shuffling her feet on the nursery floor, staring up at the enema bag anxiously. "I-I just can't..."

She knew what she was saying that to, and she knew that her babysitter did as well; she also knew how the other girl was going to take it anyway. "Why don't you try a little harder?" she suggested. "I know you've had some trouble with it so far, but I bet you're smart enough to pull it off if you use all of your brainpower..."

Tina had no doubt that Lindsay knew exactly what she was doing, phrasing it that way, making it sound like the mental side was what Tina was struggling with, not the physical... Acting like Tina, who had gotten all those scholarships, who was so smart, couldn't even figure out how to count to fifteen, rather than all her time in diapers having made it impossible for her to hold an enema for fifteen straight minutes, if she ever would have been capable of it. No amount of thinking was going to change that... Or how mortifying it was, playing into this false narrative, her experience telling her that was the only way Lindsay might take pity on her.

"N-No, I'm not," she shook her head. "It's too high, Auntie Lindsay... I-I only have ten fingers." She held her hands up, as if the only way she could count was to use them.

"But you haven't even been able to use all of them," Lindsay teased. Tina had gotten close, her record being nine... Which was how she knew there was no hope of her hitting fifteen. If the goal was ten, she'd keep going, hoping she'd make one extra minute; another five beyond that was out of the question entirely. "I'd be happy to give you some more tutoring, if that's what you need."

"No, thank you," Tina said, as politely as she could manage. So many nights, she'd been given the kind of worksheets that not even a kindergartner would struggle with, asking her to fill in letters and numbers and the names of colors... They weren't hard, but when her bedtime was so early, filling those out left her with even less time to hand-write out her college homework, so they were making her fall more and more behind...

"Tina!" Lindsay clicked her tongue, crossing her arms and staring down at her in disappointment. "Are you giving up? After everything I've done to help you out?"

"I-I'm really sorry," Tina told her. "Th-Thank you for trying, but..."

She yelped as Lindsay grabbed her by the ear, dragging her out of the room, her backside blessedly free of the soapy invasion she'd had to deal with for so many mornings. She was pulled out, into the hall, up to Charity's bedroom, where they found her looking in the mirror, taking selfies, her outfit, as usual, making Tina jealous, gawking at her tiny, tight shorts, the kind she could never wear with her diapers.

"She is completely abandoning her lessons," Lindsay announced, pushing Tina towards the center of the room, the girl stumbling a few steps closer to Charity, then freezing, worried about what was going to happen next. "After everything I've done for her, she's decided she'd rather just be a stupid, diaper-filling toddler."

"Th-That's not..." Tina attempted to defend herself, Charity whipping around, picking up a hairbrush from her bedside table. Tina felt her diaper warm as she immediately changed her tune. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she agreed.

"Well, then," Charity tapped the wooden back of the hairbrush against her palm. "If that's what you want, I can help you out... Just like I always do. But first, for wasting your Auntie's time..."

She sat down on the edge of her bed, the message clear. "Y-Yes, ma'am," Tina nodded, resigned to her fate, trudging over, draping herself over the girl's lap, gulping as her pajama pants were slid down, and she felt the same start to happen to her diaper, even managing a meek, "Th-Thank you, Miss Charity..." that almost sounded sincere, right before the hairbrush came down, and the crying started.

She'd known that wasn't going to be the end of it, that one spanking wasn't going to satisfy them... And she'd been right. Lindsay had dressed her in a short, babyish dress, though hardly any worse than most of her outfits lately had been, and took her to school, but, when they got home, she saw the start of the real consequences.

Immediately, she was taken to the dining room, where a new addition was waiting, with no question about who it was meant for. "I-I don't need that," she squeaked, eyeing the oversized, wooden high chair with disdain.

"What was that?" Tina's eyes widened as she spun, seeing Charity standing behind them.

"Th-Thank you, Miss Charity!" She toddled over to her, giving her a big hug, showing her what a good, grateful girl she could be. "I-I only meant I wasn't hungry yet! I-I love it!"

"Well, you need to have your supper," Charity told her with a smile. "I don't want you going to bed with an empty stomach!"

Tina furrowed her brow. "I-I won't..." she said. Even with her early bedtime, there was a little time before that, where she'd get as much homework as possible done...

"Of course you won't," Lindsay agreed, taking her hand, leading her back towards the chair. "That's what we're here for." She helped Tina into the seat, fastening a strap around her waist, then up between her legs, the girl blushing as she felt it rub against her soggy diaper. The tray snapped into place, and Lindsay vanished for a moment, returning with a bowl of baby food and a bottle of milk.

Despite all her training, Tina couldn't completely hide her disdain at the sight of it. "Solid food is a privilege," Charity reminded her. "And you've now lost that, little lady. You're eating this from now on, both here, and at school, where your Auntie Lindsay will be feeding you."

Tina whimpered, squirming in her high chair. They weren't even going to let her hang out with her friends - however few of them were left, after everything that had happened - at lunch?! She had to sit with Lindsay every day, and get fed this icky mush?! As a preview of what was to come, tonight's meal didn't give her much hope for her culinary future, but, of course, despite that, and how Lindsay had ignored her pleas of being full several times, she still managed a defeated, "Th-Thank you."

From there, she was taken right to the bathroom, where she was given a bath, and then taken straight to bed, tucked into her crib by the time she normally would have been eating dinner to begin with, the sun still glaring outside her window. There was no time to herself - outside of the crib, anyway - no time for homework, nothing...

And, just when she thought that was the worst of it, Lindsay dressed her for school the next day. At first, Tina assumed the pink and white striped top that barely reached her belly button and nursery print thigh-highs were only the start, that she'd get something to cover her diaper after breakfast... Even after Lindsay slid her backpack over her shoulders, and popped a paci into her mouth the replace her bottle, she held out hope, seeing the girl go over to her closet, obviously to pick out a skirt, or some pants. She knew, with a shirt so small, it would be hard to keep the waistband of her diaper hidden, but she had plenty of experience by now.

When Lindsay returned to her, however, it was with a pair of pink, Velcro-fastened sneakers... And nothing else. Tina sucked nervously on her pacifier, wondering if it was worth the risk to ask if the girl had forgotten anything, to speak up in her own defense...

"It's such a nice day out," Lindsay said, slipping the shoes onto the girl's feet, "and now that you've accepted you're just a baby, there's no reason to risk overheating you. Nobody cares if babies run around with their diapers showing..."

Tina did! She couldn't run around college like this! She was positive most people knew she wore them, but this was something else entirely, not even making an attempt to hide them... Not to mention that she hadn't messed herself the day before, and she had a feeling this morning's bottle had been dosed with a surprise. If she did... that... now, there would be no hiding it, no pretending the smell must be coming from someone else... Everyone would know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was in diapers, and that she needed them...

And there was nothing she could do about it. Lindsay took her hand, leading her out to the car, and, with her bottom still aching from yesterday's spanking, she couldn't even muster the strength to resist as she was taken out to meet her fate.

"Go on," Lindsay urged. "Be a good girl and go get it for us."

Tina wasn't sure why it was still so humiliating... Unless it was cold out, she hadn't been given anything to hide her diapers in ages, and yet, every time she had to set foot out the front door, she blushed, especially on those rare occasions when she got to do it on her own, without Lindsay there to blame her clothing on.

She could, theoretically, take off running, get away from these crazy women... But where would she go? She had very little money, no job - or the experience to get one - no degree, nowhere else to live... And, if she was honest with herself, no potty training. The diapers alone would be more of an expense than she could manage, much less rent, and food...

Besides, while her sitter was letting her walk down the driveway to the mailbox, she was standing there, watching. She could probably catch her if she tried anything, as much shorter as Tina's legs were, and how much she waddled with all the padding between them. Tina kept her head down, toddling forward, wanting to get the mail and get back inside...

When she did, however, the top envelope was addressed to her, in handwriting that was very familiar to her. Forgetting all her anxieties, she stopped right there, on the sidewalk, ripping into it frantically. She'd written to her parents, telling them she wanted to transfer to a school near where they'd moved, asking them for them to pay for it, praying they'd say yes before they got the notice from her current school.

But, within a few lines, it was clear that hadn't happened. They sounded nearly as disappointed as she'd been at hearing their daughter, the model student, had squandered her scholarship. Of course, they didn't know why, didn't know there was no way she could have kept it, with everything she was being put through at home, with no time to do any of her work, no laptop, nothing...

Help wasn't coming, not from them, or, as far as she could tell, anywhere else. She sniffed, staring back at the house, at Lindsay standing there, watching. Her only hope, she realized, a sinking feeling in her tummy, was that Charity and Lindsay would continue to take pity on her, to be generous and let her keep living there, even though, without her scholarship, there was no way she could afford to continue going to college... And, considering how it had gone so far, no point unless she could find somewhere else to live, with fewer rules.

"What was that?" Lindsay demanded, once Tina returned to the house. "You know it's a federal offense to open other peoples' mail... Do you want to go to jail like that?" she poked at the girl's diaper, wet, as always.

"N-No, ma'am," she shook her head. "I-It was to me."

"Huh," Lindsay took the envelope, looked at it. "Who would write to a silly baby like you? Don't they know you're too dumb to know how to read, much less write back?" 

She snatched the letter away, too, Tina protesting, then falling silent as the girl glared at her. She wished she could have hidden it somewhere, kept it for herself... But where? There were no pockets on her diaper, after all.

"Oh, no!" Lindsay mocked. "Where did the poor little baby think she was going to go? Looks like nowhere..." Tina squirmed, blushing. "Trying to run away, after everything we've done for you? That's not very grateful, is it?"

"Please, don't tell Charity," Tina begged. "Please..."

But there wasn't much she could do about it. Of course they talked after they put her to bed at night, and she had no control over what was said, no way to defend herself, to try to explain it away...

Charity didn't say anything, at least, for a few days, long enough that Tina thought Lindsay had taken pity on her, hadn't wanted to jeopardize her plaything. Then, one night, after she'd been given her bath, she was diapered, put into her PJs, and allowed to play, rather than going straight to bed. It was odd, but, even with no homework to do, Tina was glad to have some time on her own. 

Or so she thought, until a few minutes later when her nursery door opened, and a strange woman stepped inside. She was very tall, her breasts straining against her low-cut top, making Tina very conscious of how small her own chest was, and of the diaper strapped around her waist. She blushed, squirming, looking around the crib, trying to hide...

"Oh, she's perfect!" the woman exclaimed. "Even better than the pictures!" She marched over to the crib, bending over, Tina sucking a little harder on her paci as she saw straight into her cleavage, while the woman, with no regards to her privacy, gave her diaper a pat. "You're right, she's definitely damp already!"

"Well, it's been five minutes," Lindsay quipped from the doorway. "That's about as long as she can hold it nowadays, before she starts dribbling." 

"Aww," the woman smiled, tickling Tina under the chin. "I know a little about dribbling myself... But not like that." She gave her chest a jiggle, Tina not quite able to look away. "I've been getting a special treat ready for you, sweetie."

Wait, she couldn't be talking about... Tina felt a bit light-headed, seeing a wet spot forming on the woman's shirt, realizing she'd been right after all. Who was this person?! And why was she talking about breast-feeding her?!

"I'll take her," the woman declared. "I know I said I wanted to get to know her a little more, but there's no point."

Tina frowned, watching her go back out into the hall, where Charity was waiting, Lindsay stepping in to take her place by the crib. "This is a little sad," she told the girl. "I'll miss you, Tina... Sort of."

"Wh-What?" Tina mumbled behind her paci.

"You really are dumb, aren't you?" Lindsay shook her head. "As much fun as all this has been, Tina, it's honestly kind of boring now... There's no challenge to it anymore, now that you've accepted what you are... What we turned you into. And it seemed silly to spend even more on you to get you another babysitter once classes start back up, and I go back to the college you failed out of. But we couldn't just throw you out on the street... And it would have been a waste anyway, after all the time and money we've spent on you. So, instead, we sold you off."

"Y-You... sold me?!" Tina squeaked. How dare they?! She was a human being, an adult, they had no right...

"We did," Lindsay confirmed. "We actually made quite a nice profit, too... She really wants you, especially after we told her what a sweet, obedient little baby you are now, after all our hard work."

"B-But I don't wanna be a baby!" Tina whined. She wanted to grow up, to get out of these diapers.... And yet, considering this woman had induced lactation, apparently, it was obvious that wasn't what she wanted... Or was going to happen.

"All done!" Charity declared, the woman stepping back into the room as Charity slid a check into her pocket, looking smug. Tina whimpered, trying to wriggle away, to escape... But there was nowhere to go.

"Go on," Lindsay urged. "Be a good girl and say hi to your new Mommy."

All of her training - and the realization that there was no getting out of this - kicked in, and, obediently, she reached up to take her paci out, swallowing as she stared up at the woman. "H-Hi, Mommy," she mumbled, feeling her bladder trickling into her already soggy diaper as she faced her new life, telling herself it couldn't possibly be any worse than what Charity had put her through... Until Mommy sat down next to her, and slid down her top.

"Th-Thank you, Mommy," she said automatically, despite how little she wanted to be pushed gently towards the nipple, despite how humiliating, and disgusting, it was, how horrifying it was to think that this was her new life. It would have been rude not to, after all... And that was what had gotten her into this mess. It was only too bad that being polite clearly wasn't going to get her out of it. At this point, she thought, blushing and opening her mouth as her Mommy's breasts came closer and closer, nothing could.