Birthday Wishes - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Kaylee yawned and stretched, frowning as she tried to remember if she'd thought to set her alarm before dozing off, to scared to try looking at her phone to find out... It felt like she'd been asleep for days, much longer than the angry nap she'd planned on taking. As boring as classes were, she probably couldn't afford to miss too many more, especially since she'd taken yesterday off for her birthday. She didn't think that should count against her attendance, yet she had a feeling her professors would disagree.

She whimpered at the odd sensation she was slowly becoming aware of as she woke up more and more, something cold and squishy between her legs, not pleasant at all... She tried to roll away, but it followed her, and brought an odd crackling noise with it.

Wait... She'd had a very strange dream... There was no way it could be anything other than that, though, was there? Surely not... It was impossible... Anxiously, she tried to press her legs together, but they only went so far before hitting resistance, and the cool, damp feeling only intensified.

"No!" she pouted, letting her eyes spring open, showing her the same, childish bedroom as in her dream... Throwing aside her blankets, she saw the same t-shirt and diaper she'd been put down for her nap in, though now, the crotch of the diaper looked heavy and discolored. "Gross!" she wrinkled her nose, scrambling into a seated position, as if that would get her away from the soiled garment around her waist. It was real... And, not only that, but her little sister had been right. Apparently, she really was a bedwetter!

Tears sprang to her eyes, much easier than she was used to. Sure, this was an insane, humiliating situation, and this new twist only made things worse, but crying now just made her feel like a toddler, bawling for a change. She tried to stop herself; she couldn't manage it before her little sister came into the room.

"Calm down," the girl told her, sounding exasperated, yet still somewhat gentle. "It's all right, dummy! You'd think you'd be used to this by now!"

"I-I'm not a baby!" Kaylee insisted, her stomach churning as she watched her sister get out the changing pad again.

"Of course you aren't," her sister smirked. "That's why I'm changing your wet diaper for the millionth time..." She walked over to the dresser, starting to grab a pair of Pull-Ups from the top drawer, then grinning evilly and pulling out a diaper instead.

"Nooo!" Kaylee wailed. "I don't need that!"

"Oh, really?" her sister gave Kaylee's diaper a swat, pushing the wetness against her skin again. "I think you do." She started untaping Kaylee's diaper, cleaning her up with cool baby wipes while the older girl blushed and squirmed.

"Please, don't," Kaylee sniffled as the old diaper was tugged out from under her, leaving her naked from the waist down as the younger girl slowly, dramatically unfolded the fresh one. "It's my birthday!"

"I know, and you're supposed to be sick," the girl reminded her, sliding the diaper under Kaylee's backside. "It's better safe than sorry, right? Or do you want me to tell Mom the truth?"

The thought of getting into trouble automatically made Kaylee freeze, and before she could remind herself of the wish that had brought her here, she'd already been powdered and pampered. The girl worked quickly... Like she'd done this quite often. 

"You can't do this!" Kaylee pouted. "I don't wanna wear these!"

"It's for the best," her sister said, patting her on the head before picking Kaylee's tiara up off the bedside table, setting it back onto her head. "There, now you're the birthday princess again."

Kaylee's eyes narrowed at the younger girl's patronizing tone. Maybe it was time to finally take control... This was all due to her wish, after all, and she had yet to take advantage of that. She slowly let a smile weave across her face as she stared up at the girl, then climbed to her feet and stared down - thought not as far as she would have liked - at her. "I want you to go get me some of your underwear," she said. It was time to remind this girl who the real big sister was... Sure, it was mortifying, thinking about standing here in a shirt and diaper, while her kid sister had real panties, but that was about to change.

Her sister stared at her blankly for a moment, then shrugged. "O..kay, weirdo." She turned and walked out of the room, leaving Kaylee to hurry over to the dresser and grab another diaper. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of what should have been her underwear drawer, stuffed instead with training pants, diapers, and changing supplies, but she could fix that, too.

"Did you forget what big girl panties look like?" the girl asked, walking in with a pair of pink underwear. "They aren't nearly as cute as your diapies, and they aren't going to help you at all if you have an accident..."

"Come here," Kaylee grinned, patting the open diaper on the changing pad. 

"I've been too old for dress-up for a long time," her sister rolled her eyes, not moving. "Is that all you wanted?"

"Come here!" Kaylee demanded again, confused. When that didn't work either, she squealed, "I want you to come here!"

"Not even for your birthday, freak," the girl stuck her tongue out. 

"Well, at least give me those!" Kaylee insisted, striding across the room and grabbing for the panties. Her sister easily pulled them away, keeping them out of reach. Kaylee snatched at them a couple more times before managing to grab the other girl's wrists.

Triumphantly, she tried to pull the girl around, ready to force her onto the bed... Only then did she realize how weak her muscles were, and how strong her little sister was. The girl broke free of her grip after only a step or two, then shoved Kaylee back onto the bed instead, pushing her already padded bum onto the waiting diaper.

"If that's how you're going to be..." her sister said, shoving her onto her back, then reaching down to start putting the second diaper into place over the first.

"No!" Kaylee shook her head in horror. "Stop it! I want you to stop it!"

"You want a lot of things today, don't you, brat?" the girl teased. "You can't always get what you want, though, even on your birthday." She taped the second layer of diaper into place, then booped Kaylee on the nose. "Care to try for a triple?"

"Y-You're supposed to give me what I want," Kaylee pouted, bewildered. 

"Whatever," the girl rolled her eyes, picking her underwear back up from the bed. "Here, take a good look... I'm sure you won't be seeing them again for a long time!"

Kaylee sat there, stunned, for a few moments, fidgeting uncomfortably on her bed in her double diapers. It hadn't worked... What was going on?! She thought about it for a few minutes before recalling her wish. She'd asked for her parents to give her what she wanted... She'd never included her sister in that, because she hadn't expected to have one! She had no control over this little monster at all!

That didn't meant she had to just roll over and take this abuse, though. She reached down, defiantly grabbing for the tapes. "Don't you dare," her sister said. "I'll tell about you faking being sick!"

"Go on, tattletail," Kaylee shrugged smugly. 

The girl glared at her, then grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her up off the bed and through the house, to the living room where their mother and father were sitting.

"What are you doing, Emily?" their mother asked. "Be gentle with her! She isn't feeling well!"

"She's just fine!" Kaylee's sister, apparently named Emily - she did remember reading a book with the main character named that when she was a kid, and really liking the name - said. "She just decided she didn't want to have the party, so she lied!"

"But you said..." their mom said, looking at Emily.

"She tricked me!" Emily claimed. "She said she couldn't go to sleep without her blankie, so she made me go get it from the laundry room, and she must have faked the temperature when I was out of the room... I was a little suspicious, so I checked her again when she got up."

"Kaylee!" her mother exclaimed. "Is this true? Do you know how much trouble I went to planning that, and then cancelling it last minute?! That's not very nice... And you know better than to lie! I don't care if it is your birthday, young lady, I think you need to be punished..."

"No!" Kaylee shook her head. A ball of childish fear began to grow inside her, but she pushed it aside. Sure, she couldn't control Emily... That wish had been all about her parents, though. Now that she was in front of them, even if it was in a t-shirt and a double diaper, she was in charge. "I don't want a punishment! And I don't want to wear diapers and training pants anymore!"

Emily snorted. "Well, nobody wants to have to do laundry every other day to clean all the clothes you leak all over, so that's not going to happen."

Kaylee spun, glaring at her sister. "I want you to put her in them instead!" she decreed. "I want you to keep her in diapers all the time!"

When she turned back around, her father was there. She stuck her tongue out at Emily smugly. "Have fun, baby sis," she said. "You should have just given me those panties..." Her eyes widened as she felt her father's hand close around her arm. "Hey, what are you doing?!"

She gasped as she felt herself being pulled to her father's chair, then down across his lap. "Stop it!" she gasped, recognizing the position, even if this had never happened before. "You can't do this!" Her bottom lip began to quiver as she felt him pull her pair of diapers down, in front of her mother and sister, leaving her bare backside out in the open air. "Stop it! I want you to stop it!"

She got her response in the form of a hearty smack right on the derriere. She howled in pain and shock, tears springing to her eyes instantly. Her parents had never believed in spanking... They certainly shouldn't be doing it now, when they were supposed to be giving her whatever she wanted! "St-stop!" she sniffled, though it did nothing to keep him from giving her bottom another swat.

"No!" Kaylee screamed, thrashing angrily. It certainly hurt, although the embarrassment at being treated this way at her age, especially right here in her living room, in front of the rest of her family, as if this was perfectly normal, was far worse. "L-Let me go, you poopy-head!" she yelped, mind trying to say something much worse, tears pouring down her cheeks as his hand descended again.

By the next swing, she was wailing, unable to articulate anything beyond a few gasped cries of "Stop!", legs flailing behind her helplessly as she experienced her first bare bottom spanking. 

It wasn't over after that... As soon as her father finished, leaving her backside bright pink and throbbing, and she'd calmed down a little, curled up on his lap, her mother pulled her down, leading her over to a corner with her diapers around her ankles, then pushed a bar of soap into her mouth. "That's for lying, young lady," she told her sternly. "We'll tell you when you can turn around."

Kaylee stared up at her, grabbing the soap and yanking it out. "I don't wanna!" she insisted, stomping her foot. "I want you to stop this!" Her mother pulled the soap out of her hand, and she squirmed nervously, seeing it heading back towards her mouth. 

"No!" she scolded. "Young lady... I think you can stay in those diapers the rest of the day for being so childish about your punishment!"

"I-I want you to stop it!" Kaylee repeated desperately, trying again to recall the exact wording of her wish. "I-I wish you to stop it?" she tried desperately, before she was silenced by the bar of soap yet again.

"I thought you were over that stage," her mother said, shaking her head. "You really should know better by now." Kaylee stared up at her, wide-eyed. "We can't just give you whatever you want anymore," her mom continued. "Even on your birthday. Don't you want to be a big girl someday, like Emily?"

"Yeah, right," her sister scoffed.

Her mother patted her on the head, then walked away, leaving her there in the corner with her sore bottom sticking out, diapers pulled down, soap in her mouth, and tiara perched on her head. Once again, she thought back to her wish. If she remembered correctly, she'd said she wished her parents had given her everything she wanted... Had... Past tense...

She shivered at the thought that she might be stuck like this, with no real control over her situation after all. She nearly gagged as the soap suds filled her mouth, bringing her back out of her thoughts, reminding her of just how humiliating that situation currently was. She'd really gotten herself into quite a mess... She wanted to turn around and demand that they let her out of this corner, but she had a bad feeling they wouldn't take that very well. She didn't know what else they could do to her at this point... She didn't want to find out, either.

She sniffled as she felt sudsy saliva begin to drip out of the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks and onto her shirt, making her feel like a drooling baby. This wasn't right... She was an adult, a college student, out of her own, kind of, not an overgrown infant! It wasn't fair! How could she have known that one stupid wish would do all this?!

One wish... She perked up just a bit at that thought. It was still her birthday... Her party had been scheduled for later on, apparently, so surely they'd been saving her cake until then... Surely, since her first wish had gone so poorly, she'd get a second... Or, if nothing else, the fact that she was in an entirely different reality now meant she ought to get another.

She hoped so, at least, while she wiggled in place, wondering how much longer she'd have to stand here, sure the whole family was staring at her spanked behind. If her parents were willing to treat her like this on her birthday, who knew what they'd do any other day?!