The Bratzilla's Bathtime (Patreon)

A short story continuation of The Bratzilla, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.

Darcy fumed quietly from inside her playpen, every chuckle she heard from Wynonna making her more and more annoyed. "Oh, Helena, you didn't!" she gasped. "I ought to give you a spanking for that the next time you're here!"

It was obvious she was joking, which almost made it worse. After everything that had happened in the lead-up to the wedding, somehow Helena and Wynonna were friends now, and able to laugh about this sort of thing. That didn't mean it didn't happen, of course - Helena did come over to play as a baby from time to time, using Darcy's diapers, and her furniture and toys - but the girl had clearly gotten over the worst of her embarrassment about it, if she was letting Wynonna tease her about it this way.

And why shouldn't she have? Unlike Darcy, Helena had the benefit of only having to deal with this when she wanted to. Darcy couldn't see why anyone would choose this, but she didn't have a choice, either. Wynonna, and Caleb, kept her in diapers full-time, treated like nothing more than a toddler, no matter what Darcy did to try to prove otherwise.

"Mommy!" Darcy grumbled from behind her pacifier. "It's bath time!"

That was the one way she could make the woman hang up... While Wynonna probably could fill up the bathtub and clean Darcy up and juggle her phone, it was a risky prospect. One flail of Darcy's arm, and the phone could end up in the water, and Darcy could pretend it was an accident... They couldn't even really be mad at her for it, because Wynonna wanted her to act like a baby, and that would be all she was doing...

Was it really better to have Wynonna's full attention on her? She was less sure about that; all she knew was that she didn't want to continue to have a reminder of how things were going for that little brat, Helena, in comparison to her own fate.

"Caleb," Wynonna called, her husband - Darcy's former fiance - peeking his head into the living room. "Could you take care of Darcy's bath for tonight?"

"Of course," he nodded helpfully. "Come here, you!"

Darcy pouted as he reached down, picking her up and setting her on his hip, one hand on the seat of her squishy, soaked diaper. This wasn't what she'd wanted at all! 

Then again... Maybe this was better? She was getting away from Wynonna's phone call, and it was rare for her to have much time alone with Caleb anymore. Wynonna was teaching him to look after her, but most of the time, even if he handled diaper changes, or picking out an outfit for her, she was hanging out in the background, watching, anyway.

They had been engaged at one point, after all... And, no matter how she was treated, and dressed, nowadays, she was still very much an adult. He set her down on the closed toilet lid and started to fill the tub, Darcy squirming in her soggy diaper as she stared up at him hungrily.

She was wearing only the diaper and a short, frilly, pink top that didn't quite reach the waistband of it, a not uncommon outfit for her. She reached down, careful not to let her fingers come too close to the diaper, hooking them around the bottom of the shirt, slowly inching it upwards, waiting for him to notice, to turn and look at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm helping, Daddy," she grinned, writhing seductively as she pulled the shirt upwards, giving him a mini-striptease.

Or that was what she wanted to do, but she hadn't even gotten it close to her breasts before he nodded, returning his attention to the water. "Good girl," he said. "Just don't take your diaper off... You know you're not allowed to do that."

Darcy pouted, her legs giving a little kick of frustration. "I know," she huffed. She'd gotten plenty of spankings for that, and they hadn't sounded nearly as playful as the one Wynonna had threatened Helena with over the phone. And, unfortunately, she was at the point now where even she had to admit that she kind of needed them... This was the closest she ever came to being allowed to use the toilet - sitting on it, in her diaper, while she waited for the tub to fill for bathtime - and she'd been having more and more genuine accidents... If this kept up, if she couldn't convince Caleb to change his mind about the way things had ended up at the wedding...

She shuddered, not wanting to think about that, about how close she was to true incontinence. That wasn't going to help her with her plan, after all... She waited for as long as she could, hoping Caleb would glance back at her, let her seductively slide her shirt up over her nipple, but eventually, she had to just take the thing off, or it would look strange that she'd been working on it for so long, and making no progress.

"Good girl," he praised her when he finally did see her again. She was disappointed that his eyes weren't immediately drawn to her chest, but, then again, he had been helping Wynonna take care of her for a while now... He'd seen it plenty of times already.

"If I'm a good girl, I should get a kiss, right?" she blinked up at him innocently. She tilted her head, offering up her cheek chastely; when he leaned down, however, she turned back, trying to lock lips with him.

He was too quick for her, changing targets and kissing her on the forehead instead. "Now, then, let's get you out of your diaper. It's practically falling off already!"

"I-I didn't go THAT much," Darcy blushed as he untaped the diaper, wiping her off.

"If you say so," he smirked. "I've seen how much it takes to make these things leak, though, and it looks like you're awfully close!"

"Am not!" Darcy pouted, crossing her arms, before catching herself. She had to stop this! She was acting like a little girl, not a sexy young woman! She just couldn't help herself... She only clearly remembered wetting her pants once, which wasn't nearly enough to drench these diapers, so she was worried at how much more she'd have had to go without noticing to make them almost leak...

"Someone's ready to be tucked in, isn't she?" he chuckled, picking her up and sliding her into the tub. "You'll be less cranky in the morning."

She opened her mouth to protest her level of crankiness, then stopped, knowing that wasn't going to make her look any more mature. Instead, she reached for one of her bath toys, a rubber octopus, while he fetched her washcloth. She splashed at the water with the toy, sending a wave of water at his shirt. "Sorry, Daddy," she feigned innocence. "Maybe you should take it off..."

"That might not be a bad idea," he admitted. "If you're in the mood to play, I can see this getting much wetter before it's over..."

She hoped so... She waited until he was leaning over, trying to wash her far side, then splashed him again, this time aiming for his pants. "Maybe those should come off, too," she suggested.

He glanced down at her, seeming thoroughly unimpressed, considering he was getting a perfect view of her naked body, covered only by bubbles. "I think they'll be all right," he replied, moving out of the way of her next splash before taking the octopus. "Come on, Darcy, it's getting close to bedtime... I think you should calm down." Darcy grabbed to get it back, but he set it on a high shelf in the tub, well out of her reach while she was sitting. 

She was frustrated, though not ready to give up yet. She waited until she was washing her tummy, then let her hands encircle his, pushing them downwards. "I think you need to wash down there, Daddy," she told him. "It's really dirty... It needs a nice, hard scrub..."

"Uh-oh!"

That was not the reaction she expected him to have, nor did she foresee him standing up, opening up the toilet, and plucking her out of the water, setting her down on the seat. It was a nice surprise, getting to sit on it that way, until she heard the trickling noise, and realized she was in the middle of peeing... And then heard herself grunt, and discovered that wasn't all she was doing.

She gasped, hiding her face in her hands as she sat there, helplessly using the potty, after having started to do so in the bathtub, having an incredibly babyish accident right in front of Caleb. She was absolutely mortified... How could she ever hope to get him to see her as his fiance again after this?! All this was doing was further proving that she needed a Mommy and Daddy, like Wynonna insisted... And the baby treatment.

"Wynonna!" Caleb called. "Are you done on the phone?"

Wynonna popped in, as Darcy squirmed on the toilet, and immediately, she knew what had happened. "Aww, poor little baby," she teased gently, kissing her on the forehead. "Did you have an accident in the tub?"

"She did," Caleb confirmed, pulling the drain on the tub.

"That's okay," Wynonna tapped Darcy on the nose condescendingly. "It happens sometimes... Babies just have no control. It happens when it happens, bathtime or not..." She lifted Darcy up off the toilet seat for a moment to check, then smiled. "Even with messies, now and then. And that's okay... Their Mommies and Daddies just have to clean them up after."

Caleb chuckled, too, his surprise quickly fading away as he saw how Wynonna was handling it. "I guess we should expect it, huh? As many diapers as she goes through?"

Darcy whined, kicking her feet as the two laughed. "She's just a sweet little baby... She can't help it. Now, are you done?" Darcy blushed, nodded. "Are you sure?" Wynonna winked at Caleb. "Why don't you stay there another minute?"

Darcy didn't really have a choice, stuck there as Caleb and Wynonna cleaned up the tub, and then her, before putting in fresh water to finish up her bath. Wynonna even got the octopus back down, encouraging Darcy to play with it, but Darcy wasn't nearly as excited about it now, knowing Mommy would see through any vindictive attempts to soak the two of them - and not as eager to get Caleb out of his pants while she was here - and probably punish her for it.

From there, it was right to her nursery, carried naked through the house by Wynonna, Caleb having a diaper open and ready on the changing table by the time they got to it so Darcy could be set directly down onto it, powdered and lotioned, then sealed into its extra, nighttime, bulkiness. Wynonna slid her into her pink, footed sleeper, and tucked her into her crib, kissing her on the forehead.

"Night-night, baby girl," she cooed.

"We'll be in to change your soggy pants in the morning," Caleb promised, kissing her on the head, too, Darcy unable to bring herself to even attempt to redirect his kiss this time, or deny the implication of what he'd said. He was right... She was definitely going to be wet in the morning, just like the was every day... In fact, she realized, wiggling under the covers as she watched them leave, blushing in the faint glow of her nightlight, it hadn't been more than a couple minutes, and she already was...