A Taste of Her Own Medicine - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

'That little brat,' Cheyenne thought with a grimace as she shifted her weight, adjusting her jacket. It wasn't the first time, either... Far from it. Pretty much any time she moved, or walked, or did anything, some variation of those words flashed through her mind.

A part of her wished she'd told Ethan about this whole exercise before he'd gone on his trip. There was no reason not to, other than her pride... They'd spoken about the therapy, and she could have just said something about what Rachel had decided they needed. It was the perfect opportunity... But how do you tell your husband that your daughter could turn you into a pants-wetting child at any time?

She had not even felt up to taking advantage of having the house to themselves on the last night before his trip, as images of other times Kendra could text her haunted her imagination. "I-I'm not feeling well," she'd apologized to Ethan. "I-I think I'm going to go to sleep early..."

She was safe in her sleep, at least, unless Cheyenne snuck in after she got home from hanging out with her friends, whispering the words into her mother's ear... Cheyenne shuddered, not knowing if that would work or not, but terrified it would, that she'd wake up one day totally convinced that she was a child, and Kendra was her mother. If that happened... Well, her own mother had loved to remind her, when she was younger, about how long it had taken to get her potty trained overnight...

Other than that, however, she couldn't read Kendra's text messages, and that was what she was really scared of. She could block the girl's number, of course; as her mother, she was terrified that Kendra would actually need her help the moment she did that. She could change the text tone for Kendra's number with less worry, but since that was what snapped her out of her trance, that was an even worse idea. Besides, for all she knew, this was part of Rachel's process... She may have told Kendra to do this, so that Cheyenne had to live with this constant fear over her...

If so, it was working, though, as evidenced by what she thought any time she was reminded of the diaper she'd been forced to wear to work, it was also making her resent the girl... Which, she supposed, could be what Kendra felt towards her, even if she hated to consider that, and if she was convinced her own rules had been much more important, and fair, than Kendra's.

She had tried putting her phone in silent mode, and it had been a great idea... At first. Then, automatically, she'd found herself checking it while she was in her office, and saw those words waiting for her in the preview on the lockscreen.

She'd looked around, confused and scared, not knowing where she was, or what was going on, her eyes filled with tears... Until she'd glanced down, saw what she was wearing.

Of course! She must have been playing dress-up! How silly of her! She was being a big, bad businesswoman! She'd giggled to herself as she spun around in her chair, clacked away randomly on her keyboard, pretending she was doing important business-y things. She even picked up her phone, but before she could think of something to say, another voice had come through.

"Yes?" it asked. "Do you need anything?"

Cheyenne had squeaked and set the phone back down, blushing and spinning her chair away from the desk so she couldn't see it, and could try to forget about that. This was a boring game anyway, she reasoned, fumbling with her dress-up clothes, quickly getting frustrated with how tiny the buttons and zippers were, how hard they were to get off so she could stop this game, put on some of her more comfy clothes...

She had been too distracted to hear the door to the office open, or the footsteps approaching. It wasn't until she heard that voice again that she knew she wasn't alone, her diaper warming beneath her at the sound of the question, "Everything all right in here?"

She'd cowered down in her chair as she soaked her diaper, hoping that the woman wouldn't be able to see her, wouldn't know she was in there. Was she supposed to be playing in this room? She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here, or if Mommy had told her she should stay still and be good, like usual, or not... If she had, and this grown-up tattled on her, she'd be in big trouble, especially now that her diaper was wet...

"Cheyenne!" the woman had exclaimed, making Cheyenne clamp her hands over her mouth. How did this person know her name?! Had her Mommy sent her here as a babysitter? Or was she going to try to kidnap her or something?! "Cheyenne, are you okay? What's going on?"

Cheyenne had pulled her feet up onto her chair, shivering, definitely hearing the sound of footfalls getting closer now. Should she spin back around and apologize now? Or should she stay put and hope that whoever this was wouldn't think to look in the chair... And that they wouldn't tell on her to Cheyenne's Mommy for being a bad girl...

"Cheyenne!" the voice had said again, nearer than ever... And, this time, accompanied by a finger snap to try to get Cheyenne's attention.

A deep, dark blush had flooded Cheyenne's cheeks, knowing right away that it was her secretary that had come in to check on her, and that she was right to find her behavior unusual. She'd adjusted her clothes as best she could, fastening things back up to keep her diaper hidden, turning around in her chair right on time, unable to disguise her flinch when she'd seen how close the woman was to her.

"S-Sorry," Cheyenne had chuckled awkwardly. "I-I fell asleep for a second there..."

That excuse wasn't good enough, and she'd known right away, even before her secretary had frowned, peering at the phone. "But you just calle..."

"Do you have everything ready for my two o'clock?" Cheyenne had interrupted, sending the woman scrambling back out to her own desk to fetch the paperwork, giving her more time to fix her clothes.

She hadn't dared to look at her phone again until she'd gotten home that night. By then, of course, she'd gotten enough other notifications to knock the preview off her lock screen long ago, but she hadn't wanted to risk it until she was somewhere relatively safe... She'd gotten very, very lucky that time. If her secretary hadn't snapped her fingers, who knew how long she'd have been trapped as a kid?! She'd switched her phone off of silent, and left it that way, just in case...

And Kendra hadn't done it again since, almost as if she knew what had happened. It had been awful, having to sneak into the bathroom, waiting for everyone else in there to leave so she could find a private moment to change herself out of her soggy diaper, and into a fresh one, freezing every time she heard the bathroom door open... In its own way, however, the alternative wasn't much better. She'd worn diapers every day in preparation, hiding them under her grown-up clothes, and never needed them.

Perhaps Kendra was getting bored, or thought she'd been through enough... If that was the case, Cheyenne would have appreciated being told, so she could stop showing up to work in diapers. She couldn't even go out after work, the way she had been doing, before her fateful dinner with Ethan, because she was afraid Cheyenne would trigger her at the gym, or the grocery store, or anywhere else she might try to hide...

So she was left internally grumbling every time she got a fresh reminder of this whole affair at work, fuming at her bratty daughter for putting her into this position, and not even doing anything with it. The second she let herself get too comfortable, Cheyenne knew, and took the diaper off, Kendra would somehow know, and that would be the moment she struck again...

She was a little less worried about it at home, since at least there she could clean up her own mess afterwards, and nobody else would see... Not that she wanted to have to deal with that. It was always a debate, whether she she stay in her diapers or not. Kendra hadn't regressed her a single time there while Ethan was on his trip... But there, she also could far more readily tell when Cheyenne was or was not prepared for it... And as long as Cheyenne was all padded up, apparently that was good enough for Kendra to know that she was the one in control.

Or so Cheyenne thought. 

After a stressful day of keeping her shameful secret at work, she came home, and found the house empty, giving her a chance to take a nice, hot bath and relax. She'd almost gone back to her panties, assuming Kendra would be out all night, but, in the end, she'd put on a diaper, curling up on the sofa to watch TV until bedtime.

Kendra had stumbled in not long before Cheyenne was going to turn in for the night, clearly tipsy... And accompanied by several of her friends, all laughing and chatting at once as Cheyenne sat up on the couch, feeling the diaper crackling beneath her while they all filed in.

"Kendra," she frowned. "What is going on, young lady?"

"Aww, man," one of Kendra's friends said, obviously no more amused by this than Cheyenne. "I thought you said you had the house to yourself!"

"No, I said it was just me and my daughter," Kendra smirked.

"But you don't have any kids," her friend furrowed her brow.

Cheyenne felt her heart begin to pound. "K-Kendra, no," she said. "I-I'm sorry, you can have your friends over if you..."

"Yeah, of course I can," Kendra cut her off. "I can do whatever I want, can't I?" Cheyenne swallowed, looking around at the other young adults, reluctantly nodding her head, hating to admit to how little power she had here in front of them. But she would do it, if it would keep Kendra from asking... "Are you mommy's sweet little girl?"

Chey shook her head, squirming, grabbing for her Mommy's sleeve and popping her other hand's thumb into her mouth. "Mommy, who are all these big kids?"

Mommy giggled, patting her on the head. "These are all your aunts and uncles, sweetie... You are to do whatever they tell you, just like if Mommy had, do you understand?"

Chey sucked harder on her thumb, but nodded. "O-Okay, Mommy..."

"Good girl," Mommy patted her on the head. "Now, do you want to show them all what a big girl you are, and help me host this party?"

Chey's eyes lit up. "Okay, Mommy!" she beamed, glad for any chance to prove that she wasn't a silly little baby anymore, diapers or not. And to get to stay up at a grown-up party... That was exciting! She could only hope they weren't too grown-up to have cake at their party, like at the birthday parties she'd been to. That was the only thing she could think of that could make the night better.