A Taste of Her Own Medicine - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

'This message is to confirm the cancellation of your next appointment,' the message read. 'Thank you!'

The words hit Cheyenne like a ton of bricks as she fidgeted in her office chair, diaper rustling softly beneath her clothes, a reminder of why she'd been so looking forward to that appointment. She'd learned her lesson, whatever exactly that was supposed to be... She was going to do whatever it took to convince Rachel of that, and surely it would work, when the therapist heard everything she'd been through. And, if not... Well, she did want to make things better with Kendra, but if this was the price, maybe it was better to leave them as they were for the time being, perhaps find someone else to help them who used more traditional methods.

"So, uh..." she said that evening, after she got home. "Just so you know, the appointment with Rachel was cancelled, so we need to find another time when we..."

"Oh, I know," Kendra told her nonchalantly. 

"Did she send you a message, too?" She hadn't thought about that happening, since she was the one paying the bill, so her information was what the therapist's office had on file, but it made sense that the woman would have given Kendra a way to get ahold of her, just in case anything went wrong... Or she simply needed to talk.

"No," Kendra smirked. "I was the one who cancelled it."

Cheyenne's eyes widened, her throat gulping as she looked over at her daughter. "Wh-Why would you do that?" she asked, squirming in place, the movement again making her extra aware of the padding beneath her clothes, of the control her daughter had over her, and how helpless she was in the face of it.

"Well, I was talking with her, and she said she didn't think we were ready yet," Kendra shrugged, holding up her hands. "Who am I to disagree? She told me she thought it would be a waste to go back now, before we've had a breakthrough."

"B-But..." Cheyenne whimpered, nibbling on her bottom lip. Did Rachel really think she hadn't been through enough?! That she needed to do more of this?! That seemed insane to her... She wasn't the expert, however. She had been so determined to take a stand, to put her foot down... It felt like such a let-down to not even have that chance, though maybe it was for the best. It would be a shame for all of this to go to waste, just because it made her uncomfortable... That was the point, at least partially, after all...

"I thought it was very considerate of her," Kendra continued. "She could have made us come in to tell us the same thing, and charged us for it."

"Y-Yeah, I suppose," Cheyenne nodded. "Y-You do have a point... Did she say when we should try again?" How much longer was she going to have to wear diapers, and live in fear of her daughter regressing her? That was the real question, whether she had the guts to ask it that way or not.

"She said I'd know," Kendra grinned. 

"Sh-She's leaving it up to you?" Cheyenne frowned. The appointment had been cancelled based solely on Kendra's word, but that seemed a little too far, a little too unlikely. Kendra wasn't the only one being treated... Would Rachel really put the whole thing in the girl's hands?

For once, Kendra's facade cracked, ever so slightly. "N-No, not really," she shook her head, looking a bit flustered. "We're deciding together, but, you know, it's based on what I tell her."

"You're telling her the truth, right?" Cheyenne demanded.

"Of course I am!" Kendra snapped, stomping her foot and crossing her arms. "The fact you'd even ask me that just proves how little you trust me, and think of me like a little kid still, and..." She shook her head again, unable to think of anything else to say, except for a vindictive, "Are you mommy's sweet little girl?"

"Mommy!" Chey giggled, looking down at herself. "Don't I look pretty?"

"Yes, sweetie," Kendra sighed. "But dress-up time is over... Let's get you out of that little costume before you get it all dirty."

"I won't, Mommy!" Chey pouted. "I promise!" Almost immediately, however, as she attempted to take a step away so she could keep playing, she tripped over the heels she was wearing, tumbling to the floor, tears springing to her eyes. She couldn't remember how she'd made it all the way from her bedroom to the living room in those, as tall as they were, and hard to walk in...

Kendra knelt down, starting to unbuckle the shoes, pulling them off of the sniffling girl's feet. "See? This is why you need to listen to me... I know best, don't I, Chey?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Chey nodded. She wiggled, blushing. "Umm... Mommy? I-I think I had a little accident when I fell."

"Of course you did," Kendra patted her on the head. "That's why you're wearing diapers. I'll see how bad it is after I get you undressed, and then I'll decide if you need a change."

Chey sniffed, not wanting to be stuck in a soggy diaper... But there was only one thing for a good little girl like her to say, like it or not. She'd tried being more rebellious, and all she'd done was fall over and prove what a baby she was, and how much help she still needed, with everything, so all that was left was an obedient, "Yes, Mommy..."

Mommy took away her fancy jacket, and her nice pants, and unbuttoned her shirt for her, leaving her in just her undershirt and diaper, to Chey's chagrin. "Mommy!" she protested. "E-Everyone can see my diaper!"

"Everyone, who?" Mommy asked. "I'm the only one here, silly! And, trust me, I know you're wearing it. It's all right..."

"But I'm not a baby!" Chey whined. "Only babies walk around like this!"

"I guess it's a good thing you aren't walking anywhere, then," Mommy chuckled. "You already proved you don't know how to do that!"

Chey blushed. "I-It was the heels!"

"Whatever you say," Mommy patted her on the head. "I still don't trust you to be able to walk safely, so you're going to stay right here! Don't worry, I have some fun things for you to do!"

She left Chey alone in the living room for a moment, sitting, sulking, on the floor. She cheered up a little when Mommy returned with a coloring book and crayons, however, happily flopping onto her tummy to make some pretty pictures, not giving a second thought to her position. "Hey!" she glared back at Mommy when she gave the seat of her diaper a pat, but she couldn't help giggling, too.

"I'm just seeing how wet you really are," Mommy told her. "In case you really do need a change."

"Okay, Mommy," Chey said trustingly, looking back at her coloring book, flipping through to find the perfect page, pausing when she felt the back of her diaper being tugged out. She frowned, turning her neck again to look at Mommy.

"It's hard to tell from the outside," Mommy explained. "I'm just going to check in there, too. It's all right!"

"Okay," Chey nodded, concentrating on her book again, despite how strange it felt, having Mommy's hand reach into her diaper, creeping over her bottom, and then... She squeaked and squirmed, feeling a strange, small invasion in her backside, and then another, but she stayed as quiet as she could, sure that it was all a part of checking her. That's what Mommy said she was doing, after all, and Mommy wouldn't lie to her!

"You'll definitely be fine a while longer," Mommy declared. "I'm going to go wash my hands."

Chey wriggled on the floor, her tummy already feeling strange, having an even harder time keeping her colors in the lines as it began to hurt. Did she need to go poopy? She thought this was what that felt like, but it was weird that it came on so suddenly...

By the time Mommy got back, she was sure that's what it was, and she started to climb to her feet. "Where are you going?" Mommy asked. "Clumsy babies like you don't get to walk like big girls."

Chey pouted, but stayed down on all fours. "I hafta go potty, Mommy," she answered.

"Well, go ahead and do it," Mommy chuckled. "Your diaper's already wet, silly!"

Chey squirmed, blushing. "B-But..."

"I don't want to hear anything more about it," Mommy said. "You might as well finish wetting your diaper, and then maybe you'll be ready for a change."

Chey was too embarrassed to speak up again for a couple minutes, until her tummy really started to hurt. "Mommy, I hafta go!" she sniffled.

"Didn't I tell you to use your diaper?" Mommy sighed.

"No, Mommy!" Chey shook her head. "I-I need to go poopy!"

"Oh, you do?" Mommy asked, not sounding particularly surprised, for some reason. "Well, why didn't you say so? Go on, then!" Chey gratefully started to climb to her feet. "No, not like that!" Mommy scolded. "I don't want you falling and hurting yourself!"

"B-But..." Chey protested, only to feel another cramp, telling her she didn't have time to argue. As quick as she could, she crawled forward, soggy diaper waggling behind her. She was much slowed like that, however, and everything was happening so fast, faster than she was used to, or expected, and, before she knew it...

"N-No!" she grunted, pausing as she felt herself start to push, the seat of her diaper quickly expanding with a wave of warm mush.

"Chey!" Mommy scolded, the girl looking behind herself in horror to see that Mommy had been following behind her, that she was seeing this now. She struggled, trying to stop, to prove she wasn't a baby who still did this in her pants, but her body refused to obey. "What are you doing?" she demanded, bending down, giving the growing lump in Chey's diaper a pat. "Is this what big girls do? Crawl around and poop their Pampers?"

It wasn't her fault she was crawling, of course, and if she hadn't been crawling, perhaps she would have made it to the bathroom on time... But if she hadn't been so clumsy before, Mommy wouldn't have thought she had to crawl. And she probably should have spoken up sooner, made Mommy understand how she needed to go potty, to make her understand... She could try to blame Mommy, however, that would only prove further that she wasn't a big girl who could take responsibility for her own actions... "N-No, Mommy," she sniffled.

Kendra smiled and snapped her fingers, most of Chey's humiliation transferring through to her adult mind, if not growing stronger there. Her nose wrinkled as her daughter gave the squishy seat of her diaper a hard swat. "Why don't you go finish that picture?" she demanded.

"C-Can't I go get cleaned up?" Cheyenne groaned. "O-Or..."

"Not until you finish coloring," Kendra said. "And I suggest you hurry, if you don't want dad to come home and find you still working on it, looking like this."

That got Cheyenne moving, crawling as quickly as she could back to the living room... And not saying another word about the appointment, thanks to all of her new distractions, exactly as Kendra had hoped...