The Guest Room (Patreon)

"You're sure she won't mind?" Alona asked, nibbling her bottom lip as she stared at the wall of her tiny apartment, waiting for a response. "I don't want to be a nuisance..."

"Of course not," her father replied. "She'll be thrilled... She's been wanting to meet you for a while."

Alona squirmed, trying to deduce from the sound of his voice if that was meant to be a jab at her, if there was some hidden resentment. Over the phone, it was hard to tell; that was exactly what she'd been afraid of, however, what had made it so hard for her to make this call. "I wish I could have been there at the wedding," she told him. "It was a busy time, and..."

"Oh, it's fine," he said. "We understand... But we'd still love to see you, and if you can stay, that's even better! Silvia has been working on the guest room for weeks now, so she'll be pleased to have someone to appreciate her hard work."

Alona's father was, unsurprisingly, working when she arrived, and the door was answered by someone even younger than Alona had expected, barely older than her. For a moment, she thought she might have gotten the wrong address, but then the girl smiled and gave her a hug. "Hello, there!" she beamed. "It's so good to finally see you in person, Alona!"

"Y-Yeah," Alona blushed. "Y-You, too, Silvia."

"You don't have to call me that," Silvia chuckled. "I guess it might be awkward to call me mom, but... Well, I'm sure we'll think of something!"

That would, definitely, have been weird, since Alona mother was still alive. She'd moved across the country after the divorce, however, and it had been difficult enough for Alona to afford to get a couple cities over to her dad's house. "Yeah, I'm sure," Alona said.

"You are so cute!" Silvia gushed, looking Alona up and down. "I've seen your pictures, of course, but they just don't do you justice! I could eat you up!" She grinned, taking Alona by the hand. "Come on, let's get you inside! I can show you to your room."

Alona hadn't really known what to expect - what could Silvia have been doing to the guest room that would take weeks? - yet, no matter what she might have thought the woman was doing, there was no way she could have anticipated what was waiting when she opened up the door. "This is... my room?" she frowned, looking around uncomfortably.

"I suppose it could be, if you wanted," Silvia smiled. "It's the guest room, though, so it's not like I decorated it for you, specifically..."

"That's definitely true," Alona mumbled. The place seemed like it had been decorated for a two year old, if she was being generous, complete with a crib, a high chair, a changing table, and shelves upon shelves filled with thick, bulky diapers. "A-Are you expecting to have a kid?" she asked, knowing it was an odd question, but thinking, in this case, it was justified. Strangely, the more she stared at the place, the more it appeared to be too big for an actual baby...

"Not anytime soon," Silvia laughed it off, fortunately not offended. "My mom is obsessed with the idea of having a grandbaby, though, so this was my way to appease her, to show her that I'm ready, whenever it happens. It ought to keep her quiet for a month or two, anyway." She gave Alona a wink. "And the furniture is big enough that it can still be used as a guest room until then!"

"Y-Yeah," Alona nodded. "If people want to sleep in a crib..."

"Trust me," Silvia told her, "it's more comfortable than it looks. And it's free." Alona blushed. That was the big draw, if she was being honest... Until she could find a new job and get back on her feet, that was what she needed. "Now, let's get you unpacked!"

She grabbed for Alona's suitcase, starting to unzip it before the other girl could stop her. "I-I can do that!" Alona insisted. "Y-You don't have to..."

"Alona!" Silvia shook her head, pausing and holding up a pair of the girl's underwear. "What are these stains, young lady?" Alona wriggled, both not wanting to answer, and knowing that there was no need, that it was obvious. "I put a lot of work into this room," Silvia scolded. "I'm happy to have you stay, but I'm not about to let you ruin all that hard work by making a mess of it already... Luckily for you, I have a perfect solution..."

'Perfect' was not the word Alona would have used, not by a long shot.

"No way!" she shook her head. "It's bad enough you want me to sleep in this nursery, I am not wearing a diaper! I'm not a baby!"

"Well," Silvia sighed, "then you ought to stop acting like one. Honestly, the way you're throwing a fit is only making me more certain this is a good idea. It's just so I can be sure you aren't lying about these," she pointed a disgusted finger at the pair of Alona's panties she'd let fall to the floor after examining them, and specifically the stains in them, "not happening anymore."

"I'm not!" Alona insisted. "A-And even if I was, I'm an adult! The state of my underwear is my business!"

"Not when you're in my house," Silvia told her. Before Alona could protest that it was just as much - if not more-so - her father's house, her step-mother had scooped her up, depositing her onto the changing table, where only now did Alona see the straps, as they were wrapped around her wrists, holding her in place.

"Stop it!" she whined, struggling futilely as her pants were slid down, Silvia shaking her head when the undies Alona had beneath them were revealed. They were removed as well, replaced by a healthy stack of cloth diapers, which were pinned in place, covered in a pair of crinkly plastic pants with a lock in the waistband to keep her from taking them off. 

"Isn't that better?" Silvia asked, Alona shooting her a dirty look, immediately attempting to tug on the chain around her waist, as if she had any hope of breaking it, once her wrists were released. Silvia ignored that, clearly seeing how little progress she was making, and yanked the girl's shirt over her head, replacing it with a pastel green one with a babyish print, completing Alona's transition to babyhood.

Or so she assumed. "Let me out of this!" she glared up at Silvia. "This is ridiculous! You can't... Mmph!" Her eyes widened as a pacifier was pushed into her mouth, the true final piece of her new outfit.

How dare she do this to her?! Alona was in her twenties, just like she assumed this girl was... She was far, far too old to be dressed this way, to be expected to sleep in this absurd bedroom! There was no way her father was going to stand for this!

It only, somehow, got worse, when Silvia offered her a snack, which turned out to come in a baby bottle, and that she gave to Alona after plopping her into the high chair, locking the tray in place. "No, I'm not thirsty," she pouted after she saw all that.

"Nonsense," Silvia countered. "You just said you were, and you had a long trip... This will be good for you."

The juice tasted strange, somehow, a bit too thick, with a slight aftertaste... She was able to convince herself that it was probably some special organic brand or something, didn't think anything more of it until, a little later, when she was sitting on the floor boredly, only to notice an odd feeling. She frowned, shifting in place, her nose wrinkling. What was going on?!

It took her another moment to think to reach down, to give the crotch of her diaper a squeeze; that couldn't be what it was, after all. She was an adult, one who had been potty trained for decades... She'd have known if she'd needed to pee.

Except... Her diaper was very much soggy now, in a way that it hadn't been before... And she had absolutely no memory of it happening.

"Y-You weren't here!" she accused Silvia when the woman came back in, immediately spotting it, even from across the room, clicking her tongue and shaking her head as she stepped over, checking Alona anyway, to confirm. "You didn't show me where the bathroom was, so I couldn't go, a-and these plastic pants are locked on anyway, and..!"

"Really?" Silvia raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm very sorry, if that's the case, sweetie. For now, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Alona blushed, nodded. "O-Okay..." She was more than happy to get out of this soggy diaper; she was less pleased when Silvia replaced it not with a pair of her underwear, but another diaper, this one a disposable. "No, I don't need that!" she whined. "I told you, if you let me know how to get to the bathroom, and don't lock me in these, I'll be fine!"

"We'll see about that," Silvia told her cryptically, taping the diaper closed around Alona's waist. "I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt with the cloth diapers, but I think these are better, don't you?"

"No!" Alona grumbled. Silvia didn't seem to mind that answer, helping her off the changing table, taking her by the hand, and leading her out of the nursery.

"A-Are you showing me where the bathroom is?" she asked hopefully.

Silvia took her through the house, into the living room, where the curtains were wide open. Alona squealed when she saw that, scrambling back into the hallway. "I-I can't go in there!" she shook her head. "I-If anyone looks in, they'll see..."

"I think somebody just wants to play dress-up," Silvia giggled.

"No!" Alona glowered. "I don't want..."

"It's okay," Silvia told her. "I should have expected this, with a little girl in the house."

"I'm not a little girl!" Alona insisted. It definitely didn't feel that way, however, when she was taken back to the nursery, made to stand by as Silvia opened up the closet, and she saw a whole wardrobe full of babyish clothes, all sized, seemingly, to fit her. "I-If you don't know when you're going to try to have a baby," Alona frowned, "why do you have so many..?"

"This will be perfect!" Silvia acted like she hadn't heard the question, holding up a baby blue dress. It didn't appear perfect to Alona, not when the skirt ended so high, leaving a sliver of her diaper on permanent display, yet that didn't seem to bother Silvia one bit as she took Alona back to the living room, sitting her down on the floor, turning on the TV.

"Here we go," she said. "Here's the feed from the nanny cam we have installed in the nursery... Let's just rewind this..."

Alona fidgeted in place, seeing herself on the screen, being changed into the dress, and then the diaper, backwards, feeling a little creeped out to know she had been being watched the entire time she'd been there, though not quite putting two and two together until Silvia spelled it out for her. "That's funny," she shook her head. "I didn't see you getting up to look for a bathroom, or trying to call for me... Were you lying, young lady? I don't mind an accident or two, as long as you're properly protected, but we don't tolerate lying in this house."

The next thing Alona knew, she was standing in one corner of the living room, her diapered bottom facing the window, her short dress revealing a bit more of it every time she squirmed... Which happened quite a lot, thanks to the bar of soap in her mouth. Every time she tried to ask how long she was going to be kept there, or attempted to move, Silvia gave her a swat to the seat of her diaper, and no other answers.

Alona had no real way of knowing how much time had passed, how close her father was to getting home... She didn't want him to come back and find her like this, though, at the same time, it would also provide good proof of how crazy his new wife was, treating his grown daughter this way. She was still gratefully when Silvia turned her around, however, and she didn't see him there, waiting for her.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Silvia asked, and Alona, of course, nodded. "Good girl," Silvia smiled. "Now, let's go get you into a dry diaper, okay?"

Alona furrowed her brow in confusion; she hadn't peed her pants again, had she?! As she was led back through the house to the nursery, however, making a brief stop at the bathroom to get rid of the soap and rinse out her mouth, she did notice a squishiness in her padding, and when she got up the courage to peek at her diaper, as Silvia gathered up her supplies to change her, there was no doubt about it.

"I-I don't have accidents like this," she sniffed.

"Alona," Silvia sighed. "What did we just learn about telling lies?"

"B-But I'm not!" Alona whined.

"I bet you're tired," Silvia brushed the hair out of the girl's eyes. "Maybe you ought to go down for a nap." And so, Alona had another wardrobe change, getting snapped into a onesie over her diaper and put in the crib with a fresh bottle.

Was it better that her father found her there, rather than in the corner? It was hard for her to decide, though, in the moment, staring up at him, it didn't feel like an improvement. "D-Dad," she blushed. "Y-You need to talk to her..."

"I already have, sweetie," he said. "I wish you would have told me about this, but I'm glad you at least felt comfortable enough to let Silvia know. I can see now why she kept what she was doing with this room secret from me... If it's what you want, Alona, then..."

"No, it isn't!" Alona gasped, shaking her head, anger welling up in her. She'd been punished for lying, but clearly Silvia had just told her father a far bigger fib than Alona pretending she'd tried to make it to the bathroom. "I'm not a baby!"

Her father gave her a skeptical look, then opened up the diaper pail, Alona squirming uncomfortably as he saw the remains of the two diapers she'd used, glad he couldn't see her current one through her onesie, since it was feeling a bit damp as well. It was true, she hadn't peed her pants in a very long time... She had no idea what was happening now, if the sensation of the diapers was awakening some deep memory in her brain or something, but it was impossible to deny the results of whatever it was.

It became even harder the next day, after a few more bottles, and a supper, breakfast, and lunch, all consisting of baby food, spoon-fed to her by her new step-mother. After hours of being stuck in the nursery, with no mature entertainment, she was ready to give in, to pick up one of the many stuffed animals strewn around the room, to play...

She had just done that, holding the teddy bear up, staring at it, thinking of how ridiculous she must look in the sailor suit her step-mother had put her in, the skirt far too short to hide her diaper, when, as if her body knew about that choice, as if it knew she was starting to give in, she felt it start, felt something thick and warm and mushy oozing out into the seat of her diaper, heard a soft grunting behind her pacifier that she couldn't quite stop, or control in any way, try as she might. She craned her neck, looking back at herself in humiliation, cheeks burning as, a few moments too late, at the sight of the rear of her pants swelling, drooping, behind her, it occurred to her what was happening, what she was doing, much too late to do anything about it.

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There was no clock in Alona's nursery, much less a calendar; babies like her, after all, had no real need to know when it was, or what day. Their caretakers could tell them, if it was important, and most of the time, it wasn't. 

So Alona had no idea when it was, when Silvia got her up, dressing her in a diaper and a cute, frilly, yellow top that didn't quite reach the waistband of the diaper, ensuring the entirety of it was visible at all times. That made Alona think it must be Monday, since being dressed that way usually meant Silvia wasn't going to take her out to the park, or the zoo, or any other outings, which normally happened on the weekend.

Had the weekend already blown past, though? She could judge those by her father being home, and it didn't seem like it had been two days of that yet... Then again, with all the naps Silvia put her down for, it was difficult to keep it straight.

"So cute," Silvia gushed when she was done, tying ribbons into her step-daughter's hair. "You're absolutely perfect!"

"Thanks," Alona blushed, expecting to be put into her high chair. Instead, Silvia led her out of the nursery, down the hall. 

"Wait here," she whispered with a wink, leaving Alona a few steps away from the doorway to the living room. Alona obediently stayed put, though her eyes were drawn to the front door, not that much further away... But what would she do if she went out there? Was she really going to run around, looking for help, dressed like this? Would anyone believe that she was actually an adult after they saw her, inevitably, have an accident in her diapers? By now, there was essentially no warning for her... She'd just be playing, or watching cartoons, or eating, and suddenly, her diaper would be wet, or messy, and that was that.

"Okay," Silvia said, re-emerging after a few moments. "Come on!"

Alona toddled forward curiously, assuming that this was another one of Silvia's friends. The girl loved to show Alona off to them, to let them feed her, or dress her up, sometimes leaving her alone with them to be babysat, with no warning to Alona. The woman she found waiting in the living room this time, however, was older than any of them had been, and had a definite resemblance to Silvia. 

"Here she is!" Silvia announced. "Your grandbaby! Happy Mother's Day, Mom!"

The woman stepped forward with a grin, Alona squirming as she saw how much taller she was than Silvia, who was, in turn, bigger than Alona. Next to this woman, Alona felt absolutely tiny, and helpless, standing there in her silly baby clothes, sucking on her paci and gawking up at her.

"Oh, Silvia," she smiled, bending over to pinch Alona's cheeks. "She's a little doll! Hello, there, cutie! I'm your Granny! It's so good to meet you, finally! Have you had your breakfast yet?" she asked, giving Alona's partially exposed tummy a rub. "Come on, let's go get this all filled up!"

"Be careful," Silvia giggled. "You do that, and it won't be long before she fills something else up."

"Obviously," her mother snapped, as Alona blushed. "That's just what babies do... Isn't it, sweetie? And you're Granny's little baby... I'm going to be here to babysit you so often! I bet I'll see you more than your Mommy does!"

From the look on Silvia's face, Alona assumed that had been the whole point. Silvia, no doubt, had better things to do with her time than spend it all looking after a baby, no matter how old it was, and that was all her own mother had wanted... So now, she'd given her mom a baby to sit for as often as she wanted, while she went off to shop with her friends, or go to the spa, or whatever else she might desire. 

Alona glanced up at Silvia, recalling, now, what she'd said that first day, about how her mother had been bugging her to have a grandchild for her, and that was why she'd made the guest room into a nursery. Perhaps that hadn't been a lie after all... Perhaps Silvia had just decided to go about it this way, rather than having to go through nine months of being pregnant, and potentially wrecking her body for God only knew how long afterwards... Her mom certainly didn't seem to mind that her granddaughter was in her twenties.

"I am going to spoil you rotten!" she promised, picking Alona up, resting her on her hip to carry her back to the nursery, giving her diaper a pat. "But first, I think we'd better get you in a dry diaper!"

Alona blushed. Already?! She couldn't have been awake for more than five or ten minutes! Maybe these two were right... Maybe she really was just a baby, who needed her Mommy - and especially her Granny - after all...