The Father's Day Present (Patreon)

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"We couldn't just talk about this in the living room?" Brook rolled her eyes, sitting down on her stepdaughter, Kennedy's, childhood bed. Like the girl - although, that was a strange thing to think of her as, since she was barely younger than Brook - it was pretty bland, and boring... Brook might have assumed that her husband, Victor, had redecorated the room after his daughter moved out, so it could be used as a guest room, except that she'd met Kennedy, which made it much easier to believe that was how she'd wanted it even as a child. Besides, they already had another guest room.

"I don't want to risk him coming home early and finding out," Kennedy fussed. "That would ruin the surprise!"

Brook wasn't sure why there needed to be any surprise... It wasn't like this was any big deal; it was only Father's Day. "I still don't see why I need to think about getting anything for him," she complained. "He's your dad, not mine."

"Have you not looked around the Father's Day section in the greeting card store?" her stepdaughter asked. "There are cards for husbands there, too..."

Brook sighed, but she'd spoken to Kennedy enough to know not to bother arguing with her once she'd made her mind up. "Whatever," she shrugged. She didn't think that proved she owed Victor anything on Sunday... If Kennedy already had an idea for her, however, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to hear her out.

Kennedy put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the smaller woman on her bed. "He gave you something for Mother's Day, didn't he?"

That was true, too, she had to admit. She squirmed slightly, slipping her phone out of the pocket of her shorts to look at it, like she tended to do when she was uncomfortable, or bored. "I guess," she mumbled, not wanting to mention that Victor bought her things all the time, so she hadn't thought twice about whatever it was he'd given her then... She didn't even recall exactly what it was.

It was hard to shake the idea that, to an outside observer, it might appear that Brook was the stepdaughter here, being reprimanded by a strict, new stepmother. Their minimal difference in age didn't help matters, nor did the fact of Kennedy being the taller of the two... Their outfits were likely the biggest factor, though, Kennedy's professional suit easily boosting her apparent maturity well above Brook, in the shorts and t-shirt she'd lounged around the house in that day.

Little did Brook know that the illusion was about to be strengthened. "Don't worry," Kennedy sniffed. "I'm not asking you to go out of your way to go buy something exotic or anything..."

Brook rolled her eyes again; had Kennedy never heard of online shopping? Honestly, sometimes it really was hard to remember that the girl was younger than her. If Kennedy just told her the idea, Brook was positive she could find whatever it was, get it ordered, and have it here before Sunday.

"All you really need to do to make him happy," Kennedy continued, reaching into her purse and pulling an object out, "is wear this."

Brook peered up from her phone, expecting to be a little weirded out that her stepdaughter was suggesting lingerie for her, or some fetishy outfit, like a cheerleading uniform or something... And, in a way, she'd been right, although she was nowhere near prepared for what she actually saw in Kennedy's hand. "You're kidding, right?" she wrinkled her nose.

"Not at all," Kennedy beamed, seemingly not picking up on Brook's discomfort... Or not caring. "Trust me, he'll love it."

"That's a diaper," Brook pointed out, as if there was any way Kennedy could have missed that fact, holding it in her hand the way she was, fingers right against the slick plastic, pinching the bulky padding between them... She shivered, thinking about having the awful thing around her waist, instead of her skimpy, sexy undies. "He likes diapers?"

"Well, he doesn't personally," Kennedy shrugged. "He does like people who wear them for him, though..."

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that," Brook sneered. Kennedy's mother had left a long time ago, and it had been her and Victor for quite a while, so they were strangely close... This seemed like too much information for her to know anyway. "He hasn't said anything about it to me."

"Can you really blame him for being a little embarrassed?" Kennedy asked. "A few of the women he dated before you left him when he brought it up, so he eventually stopped saying anything about it... Which is why I think it would be the perfect gift for him. And such a nice surprise, if you don't mention it to him until the day... Don't you think he'll like that?"

"I... guess?" It was still hard to imagine that being one of Victor's kinks, but Kennedy probably did know more about his dating history than her; he'd never gone into it with Brook, and she'd never asked. She could definitely see why nobody else had snapped him up, despite his good looks, and all his money, if that was his secret desire.

"Wonderful!" Kennedy smiled. "I'll just leave this here for you... I'm taking him to lunch on Father's Day, so maybe you could be waiting for him in it when he gets home?"

Kennedy set the diaper down on the bed, Brook wiggling away from it automatically, as if it were going to attack her. "M-Maybe," she swallowed anxiously. 

"It isn't going to hurt you," Kennedy smirked. "You might as well get used to it."

Reluctantly, Brook reached out, starting to unfold it, hating how big it looked, how fluffy... How loud the plastic was as she touched it.

"Do you have plans for the rest of the week?" the stepdaughter asked.

Brook blinked, not having expected that question. "Y-Yes?" She wasn't sure what Kennedy wanted to hear, or if she ought to give it to her.

"Too bad," Kennedy shrugged. "I was going to offer to come over and make sure you knew how to get it on, but if you won't be around..."

If that was what would happen if she was, Brook certainly wasn't going to hang around more than she had to. She hadn't decided if she was going to go through with this or not; if it required letting Kennedy put her into the diaper beforehand, she definitely wouldn't.

She debated it for a few days, trying to convince herself that it would be worth it, that, if Victor was as into this as Kennedy claimed, that she probably wouldn't even have to be in the diaper for that long... In the end, however, she couldn't make herself do it. Instead, while she was out, avoiding Kennedy's 'lessons', she found a pair of kids' pajamas that would fit her, if only barely. That would be good enough, right? She'd look childish, without going all the way... And, to be safe, she threw away the diaper, not wanting it anywhere near them when the time came.

"Are you ready?" Kennedy asked when the day came, sounding much too excited.

"Yep," Brook told her. She didn't have to know that the plan had changed, that all she needed now was the PJs, and a sucker to lick seductively.

"And you know how to get it on properly?" Kennedy raised an eyebrow.

"I'll be fine!" Brook blushed. "Just go take him to lunch, and I'll handle the rest!"

She didn't know exactly how long they were going to be gone, so she decided to make her wardrobe change not long after they'd left. There was no reason not to, now that she wasn't going to be wearing a diaper like some pathetic little toddler... The pajamas were immature, yes, but there was no doubt, when she wore them, that she was an adult underneath. And, despite being a bit shorter, and tighter, than intended, they weren't uncomfortable, really... She didn't mind lounging around the living room in them, even getting a head start on her sucker as she waited. By the time she got a text instructing her to, 'Be ready,' she was more than set.

She was confused when she heard the doorbell ring, not sure why Victor would do that in his own home, unless maybe he'd forgotten his keys. It seemed odd for Kennedy, too, especially since she didn't expect Kennedy to come in at all, knowing what was about to happen. Surely she'd excuse herself, head home to let her dad and stepmother enjoy the rest of their day that she had orchestrated, as weird as that was.

Victor must have left his keys behind. Kennedy was driving them to the restaurant, after all, so it was an easy mistake to make... Brook hopped down off of the sofa, adjusting her top as she heard the doorbell ring again. She hadn't planned on getting anywhere near the windows, or the doors, in this outfit... But there might be something fun about the idea that one of the neighbors might spot her this way, as long as she wasn't in diapers underneath her pajama shorts...

She popped the sucker into her mouth, rolling her eyes as Victor impatiently kept hitting the doorbell, barely giving her time to get down the hall, and to the door. She didn't even bother to peek out the peephole, not wanting to make him wait any longer, ready to show him that it had all been worth it as she pulled open the door, slipping the sucker out of her mouth with a pouty, "Sorry, my Daddy always told me not to answer the door for strangers when he wasn't home."

"That's very good advice," the unfamiliar woman who was standing on the other side told her. "Too bad you didn't listen, little girl."

Brook's eyes widened, and she tried to push the door shut again, only for the stranger to catch it, holding it open with ease as she stepped inside, towering over Brook. "Y-You're not... I-I didn't..." she swallowed.

"And what are you wearing?" the woman shook her head. "It's the middle of the day, young lady! And..."

"Hey!" Brook squeaked as the woman reached down, grabbing the waistband of her pajama shorts, sliding them down far enough to see her panties underneath.

"Just as I thought," the woman sighed. "You really ought to know better... But I suppose that's why I'm here."

"Y-You're not supposed to be here," Brook informed her, nervously backing away as the woman stepped further and further in. "I-I think you have the wrong house..." She flinched at the sight of the door closing, indicating that this person had no intention of leaving.

"Oh, I do, do I?" the woman smirked, grabbing Brook by the wrist. "We'll just see about that, won't we?"

"You will!" Brook insisted, trying to keep from sounding like she was whining as she was dragged through her own home. "I am an adult, I'm not some little kid!"

And there would be no question about that, once they looked around the house... Not even Kennedy's childhood bedroom looked like something that belonged to a child. Of course, she didn't particularly want to have to take this woman on a tour of the whole place to prove that... Hopefully, Victor would be home soon to clear this up, and call the police. To her surprise, however, the woman led her right to the spare bedroom, opening up the door to reveal... 

"Wh-What the hell?!" Brook squealed, hardly able to believe her eyes. It hadn't been like this before... Had it?! If she'd seen this, she wouldn't have had any reason to question Kennedy's claims about her father's secret desires... Because they wouldn't have been that secret, knowing he had an adult-sized nursery in his house.

"An adult, hmm?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "There's an awful lot of diapers there for an adult, don't you think?"

Brook froze, following the woman's gaze to the changing table, and the stacks of diapers on the shelves, just waiting. "Th-They're not..." she protested. "I-I don't..."

"Come on," the woman tugged her inside, despite her best efforts to avoid it. "We'd better get you properly dressed, little lady. But first, somebody needs to learn a lesson about telling lies."

"I am not telling lies!" Brook insisted, stomping her foot. "Th-This isn't my room!"

"I've looked after enough little girls to know better than to fall for that," the woman told her, pulling her over to a rocking chair, sitting down in it herself. "There's only one thing that gets through to fibbers like you."

Brook wasn't sure what she meant... Or, perhaps, she didn't want to believe it. She let out a squeak of surprise as she was yanked over the woman's lap, wriggling in embarrassment as her backside was put on display, one of the woman's arms clamping down over her back, pinning her in place. "Wh-What are you doing?" she whimpered, the picture becoming clear, but her mind refusing to accept it. "Y-You can't..."

She did anyway, almost as if she took the words as a challenge, landing a hard swat on the smaller woman's squirming bottom. "Ow!" Brook kicked her feet uselessly. "Th-That hurt!"

"I know it did," the woman responded. "That's the point, young lady."

The pajamas were supposed to be a fun little costume, nothing more... As she was trapped across the stranger's lap, however, her large hand crashing down over and over on her increasingly sore rear, it was hard not to feel like she was a child again. She tried to stop herself, but in a matter of moments, tears were pouring down her cheeks as she was given swat after swat...

When, at last, there was a pause in the spanking, Brook thought it was over, only to feel her shorts being slid down. She managed a weak, "N-No!", though it did nothing to keep her pants from being pulled off her legs, tossed aside.

"Look at this," the woman shook her head, hooking a finger around the waistband of Brook's underwear, letting them snap back against her skin. "These are completely inappropriate for someone your age... Even if you weren't a pants-wetter."

"I-I'm not!" Brook blushed. "I-I don't wet my pants!"

"Oh, sweetie," the woman sighed. "Did you forget that this was to teach you not to lie? I thought we were almost done... But I guess not."

"N-No!" Brook howled, grasping desperately for her panties, feeling them start to be removed the way her shorts had been. "N-Not on my bare bottom!"

"Yes, on your bare bottom," the woman countered. "I have a feeling a nice hairbrush on your bare bottom is the only thing that will get through to you." 

"A-A hairbrush?" Brook gulped, feeling a little faint as the woman dropped her underwear on the floor in a heap, then picked up a heavy, wooden hairbrush from the table beside the rocking chair, showing it to her. "Y-You're right!" she declared, doing the opposite of what this was supposedly for, spouting lies. "I-I am a pants-wetter!"

"I know you are," the woman nodded. "Which makes you running around in those awful panties even worse... They wouldn't hold anything! And you definitely shouldn't be wearing them under your pajamas, no matter what time of day it is. If you're in your PJs, that's when you need your diapers most of all."

Brook's head swam at the mention of diapers, thinking about the one Kennedy had given her, almost wishing she had put it on, to make this woman happy... But it was too late now. "Y-You're right," her face burned bright red, hardly able to believe she was about to say this. "I-I do need my diapers..."

"Very good," the woman patted her on the head. "And I'll take care of that in a minute... First, I have to make sure that little revelation of yours really sinks in..."

By the time it was being wrapped snugly in a diaper, Brook's backside was quite pink, and throbbing, and her mind was too overwhelmed to care much about how she was stripped naked first, her pajama top taken away, too, leaving her in just a diaper for a few moments, sitting on the edge of her changing table, watching as the woman looked through the surprisingly well-stocked closet.

She'd been diapered after all, she thought, tentatively reached down, giving the thick padding between her legs a poke, flinching. It felt a lot like it had as she'd sat on Kennedy's bed, examining that diaper... If only she'd simply taken the girl's advice, and worn that one. This woman would still have shown up, probably, but she might have been happier, and less likely to spank her silly.

But who was this person?! Why had she shown up at all?! And where had this nursery come from?! Now that she was free from the woman's grip for a moment, and able to calm down - if just slightly - and think, she couldn't help assuming there had to be more to this than mistaken identity... It was far too convenient that the woman had shown up here, convinced Brook needed to be in diapers after her stepdaughter had requested she wear one, only to find a nursery...

"Here we go!" the woman smiled, returning with a frilly, pink party dress, too short to cover the entirety of Brook's diaper, the young woman not hesitating for a moment when she ordered, "Arms up!", despite how little she wanted to wear the infantile garment. "How precious! Now, all you need is some ruffle-butt tights, and nice, shiny Mary Janes, and you'll be all ready for your Daddy!"

"I-I don't know what Kennedy told you," Brook said meekly, "b-but he isn't my Daddy... W-We're married... I'm an adult..."

"You are?" the woman chuckled, giving the girl's diaper a pat. "It doesn't look that way to me, sweetie!"

And it didn't feel that way, either, as she was dressed up, the tights hugging the diaper even tighter against her, making the bulk, and the crinkling, inescapable as she fidgeted. The only upside, she told herself as she looked at herself in the mirror, trying in vain to hide her diaper bulge, was that Victor was bound to love this...

When he came home, however, and found her sitting on the floor in the living room, playing with a coloring book, he did not look particularly impressed. "What is going on?" he asked, his shocked tone enough to make Brook freeze. "What are you wearing, Brook?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you, Daddy," Kennedy said, stepping in behind him, Brook blushing far brighter to be seen by her. "Brook told me a while ago that she was into this, and that she wanted to use your money to indulge her fantasies..."

"N-Nuh-uh!" Brook shook her head, horrified. "I-I didn't... Th-This wasn't...!"

"How do I keep attracting these people to me?" Victor sighed. "At least last time she told me the truth before we got married..."

"That's true," Kennedy grinned. "You really liked her, too, didn't you? You said you would have married her, if she didn't want you to wear diapers for her, right?"

Victor frowned, looking to his daughter. "Yes... Why do you ask?" And that was when the strange woman stepped back into the living room, carrying a bottle full of warm milk. "Willa?!"

"I thought it was perfect, Daddy," Kennedy said. "When Brook told me about her plans, all I could think about was Willa... All she wanted was a baby to look after. I thought maybe, if she could come look after Brook for you... Well, maybe that would be enough for her, and the two of you could get back together."

"What?!" Brook's eyes widened. Was Kennedy seriously trying to set her father up with this woman, while she - his wife! - sat here, watching?! "None of that is true! I-I don't..."

"Brook," the woman, Willa, apparently, scolded, "I just taught you about telling the truth, didn't I? Do you need a refresher?" Brook was horrified to feel a trickle of warmth spread through her padding as she imagined being taken over Willa's knees again, this time in front of Victor and Kennedy. She didn't think it would have happened so easily, normally, if not for all the bottles she'd been getting fed as they waited for Victor's return, though it hardly mattered now... She'd had an accident, however small, and there was no way to pretend she hadn't. "Why don't you tell them why you're wearing diapers?"

She didn't want to say it, didn't want to humiliate herself further... But she was far more afraid of another spanking. And, mortifyingly, as she could tell as she squirmed in place, feeling the slightly squishy spot between her legs, it was now the truth. "I-I'm a little pants-wetter," she confessed, earning a pat on the head, and a bottle between the lips.

It didn't take long for her diaper to get much wetter as she sat there, listening to the three grown-ups discussing her future, watching how much chemistry Willa and Victor really had, her every attempt to interject, or ask to be excused to the bathroom, ignored, giving her no choice other than to pee her pants more and more, making this story Kennedy had cooked up look more and more true...

To her surprise, when Willa finally decided it was time for a change, she took her out of the tights and dress, and put her into a nightie, one that did even less to hide the diaper underneath than her previous outfit. "I-I thought I wasn't supposed to wear pajamas in the middle of the day," she managed to find enough courage to point out.

"It isn't the middle of the day for you, young lady," Willa smirked. "It's your bedtime... But don't feel too bad. I have a feeling your Daddy and I will be heading to his bedroom before too long, too. We have a lot of catching up to do."

There was no question of what she meant by that, no attempt to hide that she was planning on sleeping with Brook's husband... And, standing there in her diaper and nightie, there wasn't much Brook could do about it. She sniffled pitifully, staring over at the crib, realizing that was going to be where she was sleeping, not next to Victor...

"I-I really hafta use the bathroom," she pouted.

"I'm sure you do," Willa nodded. "I made sure to put lots of fiber in your bottles, to keep you nice and regular. Don't worry... You can go ahead and do that in your diapers, too. You might as well get used to it now, because that's the only place you're going to be going potty from now on."

Brook wanted to fight back, to tell Willa to get out of her house... But she had a feeling that would only end with her getting another session with the hairbrush. "O-Okay," she said meekly, shuffling over to the crib, hardly able to believe this was what had become of her, after less than one full day under this woman's thumb. "I-If you say so."

"Good girl," Willa smiled. "I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine..."