Cooking by the Book - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The start of another (probably also fairly short) story commission for Mashugana.

Sonia knew right away that it wasn't going to be a good day. Waking up and finding herself inside the crib was usually a good indication of that... It reminded her of the accident she'd had the previous day, that had made her lose her training pants, and her right to sleep in the grown-up bed with Mommy.

Of course, the soggy feeling in her diaper confirmed it. She groaned, wrinkling her nose as she tossed and turned, hoping she was wrong, that it had been a particularly warm night, and this was just sweat, but no matter how she turned, the wet spot didn't seem any smaller, any less likely to be another full-on accident that Mommy was not going to be pleased to find when she came to wake her up for the day.

"No!" she whined, finally giving up on denying it, wriggling a hand under the tightly tucked blanket, sliding it between her legs to feel that all-too familiar squish, cheeks blazing as soon as her fingers brushed against it. "I'm not a bedwetter," she grumbled; it felt good to say it, to remind herself of the years - decades, even - where that had been true, but she knew better than to do that in front of her Mommy, especially when she had evidence to the contrary strapped around her waist, ready to betray her.

This was not the way things were supposed to be... She enjoyed ageplaying, and had spent several extremely fun weekends with her Mommy, pretending to be a schoolgirl for her, dressing up in uniforms, going shopping in the actual kids' section at stores for new clothes, going out to the playground... Almost as soon as they'd decided to go full-time, however, and Sonia had moved in, things had taken a turn for the worse.

Sometimes, Sonia wondered if this was what Mommy had wanted all along. If that had been the case, though, why hadn't she mentioned it to Sonia ahead of time? Why hadn't she had the nursery ready to go, instead of assembling it after the fact? Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise, and to ensure the furniture would work for whoever she got to put in it... And, maybe, what Mommy really wanted was to see how surprised Sonia was to see her lose what little control of her maturity she had, as she quickly slid from schoolgirl back to toddler.

Or... As humiliating as it was to admit, there was a chance it was all her fault. It did feel like she was getting distracted more easily nowadays, and that was always when it happened, when she suddenly found herself in wet panties... Or, nowadays, wet Pull-Ups, since Mommy didn't even let her wear panties anymore. She didn't want to think it, but it was possible she'd earned this all on her own, her body betraying her by acting a little too young...

Whatever the root cause, the end result was the same; she was stuck here, in her crib, in a diaper she'd peed in overnight, and, when Mommy found out, she was not going to be happy.

It was still early, but her worry over how Mommy was going to react, and the sensation of the soaked diaper between her legs, kept her from falling back to sleep. All she could do was lie there and fret, her tummy churning anxiously as she listened to the house creak around her as it settled, every noise, in her mind, the prelude to the nursery door opening.

And then, when the time actually came, she'd convinced herself she was wrong again, that she was still hearing things. She flinched, blushing, when the door really did open, and Mommy stepped inside, looking beautiful as ever. She was so tall, so gorgeous... Sometimes, Sonia wondered why the woman bothered with her at all, further fueling her suspicion that she'd only wanted her there to turn her into a pant-wetting little baby.

"Good morning!" Mommy chirped, smiling as she saw that Sonia was already awake, flipping on the lights. "How did you sleep, sugarplum?"

"Umm..." Sonia squirmed, not certain how to answer that. "O-Okay, I guess?"

She had made the wrong choice. Mommy paused on her path over to the window to open the curtain, turning towards her. Sonia nibbled her bottom lip, knowing right that she'd made a mistake. She pulled her blankets up higher on her face, trying to hide from the woman's probing eyes, for all the good it would do her now. Sometimes, it really did feel like she was nothing more than a little girl, up against her fully grown mother, someone she had no hope of winning against, or outsmarting in any way. Back when they'd first gotten together, she'd loved that, and it made her feel safer; now, when she didn't want her accident to be found out, it was far more scary.

"Sonia," Mommy raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips. "Did you wet the bed again, young lady?"

Reflexively, Sonia almost said no, and, in fact, she could feel her head begin to shake, although, hopefully, she was able to stop it before Mommy noticed the movement. She'd tried that before, but Mommy always checked her anyway, and, if she found out Sonia had been lying, the punishment only got worse. She groaned, not quite able to bring herself to say yes, either... She didn't think that would be enough to keep Mommy from disciplining her, though it would probably help... It was just too bad it was such a mortifying thing to admit to.

She was still trying to convince herself to do it when Mommy pulled aside her covers, tugging up her ever-so-slightly oversized nightshirt, big enough to keep the diaper covered, if only barely, and pressed her hand to the sodden padding, as if she couldn't already see the faded patterns on the front, and the way the padding was starting to clump. 

"I-I didn't mean to, Mommy," Sonia told her. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Oh, Sonia," Mommy sighed, shaking her head. "What am I going to do with you? At this point, I'm really starting to think those few dry nights you had when you first moved in were the fluke."

"N-No!" Sonia insisted. It had been more than a few, and they hadn't just been when she first moved in... But, to be honest, nights without accidents were growing fewer and further between lately. She didn't think of herself as a bedwetter, not at all, and yet... By definition, it was growing increasingly hard to deny. "I-If I hadn't been stuck in this crib, Mommy, I wouldn't have..."

"Is that so?" Mommy cut her off, helping her out of the crib and setting her down on the floor, on her feet, giving her nowhere to hide. "Look me in the eye, Sonia, and tell me that, if the side of the crib had been down, you would have made it to the potty before you piddled in your Pampers."

Sonia hated when Mommy did this... But, at the same time, this was exactly what she'd wanted from the woman, so she couldn't really explain. She wanted a strict, loving Mommy, one who would keep her in line, whatever it took... And that was definitely what she'd gotten. Sonia tried to look away, to stare down at her shuffling feet, only to have Mommy lift her chin back up with a single finger, staring deep into her soul.

Sonia's hands twisted nervously in the fabric of her nightshirt, unwittingly pulling it up, putting the thing that had gotten her into so much trouble on full display as it sagged between her legs. To be fair, it had been peeking out anyway, the length of the shirt not quite long enough to hide the diaper once it had been used at all.

"N-No, Mommy," she confessed, after a long moment. "I-I wouldn't have... I-I wasn't awake when it happened, s-so there was no way I could have made it to the potty."

"That's what I thought," Mommy sighed. "Why did you decide to fib to me, young lady?"

Sonia didn't have a good answer for her, although she doubted there was one that would have gotten her out of what came next anyway. Mommy marched her to the bathroom, bending over to open the cabinet under the sink, unwrapping a fresh bar of soap. "N-No, Mommy!" Sonia whined. "N-Not that!"

"Do you need some soap in the other end, too?" Mommy raised an eyebrow. "Because I can make that happen."

"N-No!" Sonia squeaked, shaking her head. Mommy had only done that to her once, and that was more than enough... Getting a mouth-soaping was humiliating enough without it being accompanied with an enema, having to stare at herself in the mirror to see herself drooling, the red, rubber bag hanging ominously behind her, signalling that, while her mouth was on its way to getting clean, her diaper wasn't going to be nearly so lucky...

"You know better than to lie," Mommy lectured, as she turned on the faucet, running the soap under it for a moment. "And I'm starting to think that part of your lies is your claim that you want to be a big girl."

"I am a big girl!" Sonia whined, not particularly feeling like one as she watched Mommy prepare her punishment.

"Big girls stay dry through the night," Mommy told her. "And they don't have any accidents during the day, either. And, if they do, they deserve to be disciplined. Of course, it's expected from little girls, so there's no need to punish them, because they can't help it... So, I'm going to ask you one more time, Sonia... Are you a big girl, or a little girl?"

Sonia gulped, staring at the bar of soap, all lathered up now, waiting for her... She squirmed, feeling the soggy diaper squish between her legs. 'Little girl' didn't sound so bad... It was, sort of, what she wanted... Except, that wasn't what Mommy meant now. Now, she knew, 'little girl' meant baby, and Sonia was not a baby!

"I-I'm a big girl, Mommy," she said. "But..."

She wasn't able to finish, Mommy pushing the bar of soap into her protesting mouth, starting to work it back and forth, up and down, Sonia whimpering as she felt the suds start to form, already dribbling down her chin. Mommy didn't stop until the soap began to tingle, and burn, and tears started to trickle down Sonia's face, joining the lather dripping onto her nightshirt.

"That's what happens to liars," Mommy informed her, helping her rinse out her mouth. "And now, since you're a big girl, we'd better punish you for peeing your pants yet again, too."

"N-No, not the hairbrush, Mommy!" Sonia squealed. "Y-You just did that last night! Pl-Please, not again!" Her bottom still felt sore, and she wasn't sure she could take another round yet.

"Oh, don't worry," Mommy chuckled, "that's not what I had in mind."

She led Sonia back to the nursery, stripping her out of her now drenched nightshirt, helping her up onto the changing table. Sonia had a very bad feeling about where this was headed... Usually, she only ended up on there in the evenings, after Mommy got home from work and found her in a soggy Pull-Up, or after her bathtime when Mommy decided she needed to spend the night in the crib.

Sure enough, she saw Mommy get out a fresh diaper, not a pair of training panties. "B-But, Mommy," she sniffed. "I-I'm a big girl..."

"Supposedly," Mommy nodded. "But, as your punishment, you're going to dress like a little girl today anyway."

Sonia groaned as the new diaper was slipped under her bottom. "Wh-What if I hafta use the potty?" she asked.

"You can take it off for that," Mommy told her. "In fact, I expect you to... And, if you rip the plastic while you're getting it on or off, you can put yourself in a new one. I'm going to expect to see this one when I get home, though, and if it, or the one you're wearing, has any sign of being used... Well, we may just have to re-examine the discussion about how big you really are."

Sonia wasn't sure how Mommy would know which diaper she was in, but, of course, the woman had already thought of that, grabbing a marker once the diaper was taped into place, and writing, 'Mommy's Little Girl' on the front in big, bold letters. After a moment, she picked up another, still folded, diaper from Sonia's pile and did the same, and followed it up with a third.

"There," she announced. "If you can't figure out how to get your diapers off and back on without ruining them after three tries, then you clearly belong in them anyway. I'll be checking all three of these when I get home."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Sonia nodded. Mommy still wasn't finished, however, as she pulled what Sonia thought, at first, was a shirt over her head, only to pull it tight between Sonia's legs, snapping it into place. 

A onesie... She was making her wear a onesie! Sonia pouted, tugging at the thin fabric as she saw how much the diaper's bulge showed through it, and felt the way it held the padding against her bottom, following her every movement. The onesie was bright pink, with rows of ruffles across the backside, emphasizing the immaturity even further. She had a feeling that, no matter how she'd chosen - big girl or little - she would have ended up in this thing... As a little girl, because it was the kind of thing a toddler would wear, and now, as a big girl, for punishment.

"Wh-What if I hafta answer the door?!" Sonia groaned.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Mommy kissed her on the forehead. "You are a big girl, after all, aren't you?"

Sonia stomped her foot sulkily, toddling after her Mommy as she followed her to the kitchen. As usual there was a list of chores waiting for her on the fridge, although, thankfully, shopping wasn't one of them, since she'd done that yesterday. "Mommy, please!" she begged. "I can't dress like this all day!"

"You can, and you will," Mommy told her. "Or you're going to wish I spanked you this morning instead of taking it easy on you like this."

Sonia was positive Mommy had planned this out, even before she waddled to the front door to say goodbye to her for the day, and froze in the hallway partway there. "Umm, M-Mommy?" she squirmed. "Wh-Where are the living room curtains?"

"I'm taking them to be cleaned today, remember?" Mommy said. "Don't worry, they'll be back tonight."

That didn't help Sonia today, though... And, of course, as she saw on her list of chores, she was supposed to spend the day vacuuming and dusting in the living room, with the giant bay window completely uncovered, letting anyone who wandered by see her in her silly onesie, the plastic of her diaper peeking out from the legholes, toddling around the room like a little baby.

She had other clothes, of course... When Mommy dressed her, however, Mommy liked her to stay in what she'd picked out. She wished she could believe Mommy wouldn't be able to tell if she threw on a skirt for her chores, but she knew Mommy had Nanny cams set up to keep an eye on her while she was at work... She liked the idea, usually, knowing that, even if Mommy was away, she was always there; now, when it was preventing her from hiding her big, poofy Pampers, she was far less pleased.

Getting the stuff in the living room done first was her best bet, before the rest of the neighborhood started to wake up enough to get outside, and potentially see her. Mommy wouldn't like it if she half-assed the job - although, in this case, she ought to understand - but Sonia did her best to finish cleaning as quickly as she could, and, even still, had to abandon it partway through when she saw someone walking their dog, slowly approaching the house.

Her suspicion that this was on purpose was strengthened by the next item on her chore list, which was cleaning the bathrooms. What could be more humiliating than kneeling there, scrubbing the toilet, when she was wearing a diaper, the onesie making it rub against her any time her movements got too enthusiastic? It did make it easy to get to the toilet in time when she had to pee, giving her plenty of opportunity to slide the diaper down and off without destroying it, but she was certain she could have gotten there from anywhere in the house.

At least the last thing on her chore list was more fun... She had to make cookies. She smiled as she pulled on her apron, knowing that Mommy couldn't get mad at her for hiding her babyish outfit with that, since she always put that on when she cooked. It hid her diaper bulge, at least from the front, though, as it was also pink and lacy, it didn't really look all that much more mature than the onesie, if she was being honest.

She pushed her step-stool around the kitchen, getting down all the ingredients, and the tools she'd need, almost feeling grown-up as she did it, if she ignored the crinkling that followed her everywhere. She'd done it so many times now, she almost didn't have to use the recipe... Although, to be safe, she did pull it up on her phone anyway.

She blushed a little as she looked at the title of the recipe, the words hitting a bit harder today. 'Cookies for Naughty Girls', they were called, and that had been a big reason why she'd chosen them the first time Mommy had her make some cookies for herself. It seemed like such a silly, goofy thing to name them, and Mommy had laughed when she'd showed her. And the cookies were good, so there was no reason not to keep making them.

Mommy was smart... Baking cookies might not seem like it would even qualify as a chore, but it definitely was. For one, it always ended with Sonia cleaning the kitchen, too, since she knew better than to leave it a mess... Beyond that, though, Mommy would use the cookies as rewards for Sonia later on, letting her have them if she'd done a particularly good job with her chores that day, or if she behaved herself when they went out, and having Sonia take care of making them meant Mommy didn't have to do it.

Sonia had almost forgotten that she'd been given the last one the day before, for coming in well under budget on her shopping trip. Of course, if Mommy had known Sonia was going to pee her Pull-Ups a little later on, she probably wouldn't have been so quick to reward her.

Unless, of course, Sonia was right, and this had been Mommy's plan from the beginning, to get Sonia into diapers and acting like a baby. If that was the case, she'd definitely earned a treat for peeing her pants yesterday, and, after spending a whole day in diapers, and a onesie, she ought to get one when Mommy got home today, too. 

But surely she wasn't right... Was she? If Mommy wanted a baby, why hadn't she found someone into that to begin with? And why would she be punishing Sonia so much for having accidents? Sonia blushed, squirming in place, diaper rustling around her bottom, still a bit sore from yesterday's spanking. No, she was just being silly... Mommy definitely wanted her to be a big girl. All those diapers, and this onesie, and the baby furniture, was to try to shame her back into acting like one...

"Oh, shoot!" Sonia blushed as an avalanche of flour dumped out of the bag she was trying to pour it from, completely covering the measuring cup she'd gotten out and splashing up onto her apron, and the counter around the mixing bowl. "Just concentrate, dummy," she scolded herself; this wasn't the time to worry about what Mommy may or may not be up to... All she needed to think about for now was making her cookies, so she didn't make the task of cleaning up after herself even harder than it was already going to be.