The Wedding - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Start of a new short story, commissioned by The Dark Dweller.

"Wake up, sweetie."

Ella yawned, blinked, a little confused at first. It was dark out still, or, at least, as dark as it ever got in the nursery, with all the nightlights around, supposedly to comfort her and her two 'sisters,' though she suspected it was as much to ensure the baby cameras were able to capture the best possible footage of them so they could be checked on at any time, either to guarantee they weren't up to anything, or so the Amazons could show them off to their friends more easily, coo over how cute they were without having to open the door and risk waking them, or riling them up.

It could be difficult to keep track of the days, but she was confident that it was the weekend, when her Mommy and Daddy usually slept in far past this. They claimed that was what they were doing, anyway, why they normally kept their littles safely secured in their nursery, sometimes until it was almost noon... Ella slept closest to the door, and most of them time she was certain she could hear them moving around, however, long before that, could even swear she smelled bacon and coffee...

But she was a good girl. She didn't say anything about it, didn't complain when they did come to get her up for the day, even when the long wait, and the rule that forbid her from getting out of bed in the morning until a grown-up got her out meant she wound up with no choice other than to mess her overnight diaper.

She didn't like it, of course. It was yucky and stinky and mushy, and her sisters would tease her about it for the rest of the day, sometimes even while they were in dirty diapers of their own, which somehow made it sting all the more, perhaps because she knew she ought to be able to throw that back in their faces, but didn't. If Mommy or Daddy, or one of their babysitters, heard that, they might construe that as a fight, and good little girls didn't get into fights with their sisters, no matter how mean their sisters were.

And that was the reason those messy diapers were, generally, the only ones Ella had to deal with herself, the reason that she got to sleep in a real bed - albeit one with some short rails around it that she could have climbed over easily if she wanted, the whole thing, along with the bedding, bubblegum pink, her least favorite color before all this - rather than crammed into the crib with Mari and Maxie. She did her very best to be obedient and sweet, and to follow all the rules, regardless of how unfair they were.

"Morning, Daddy," she chirped, as soon as her blurry morning vision had cleared enough to let her see who was standing over her bed.

Behind him, she could see Mommy doing the same with the crib, side lowered. Her sisters were slower to wake up, and already grumpy, Mari shoving Maxie, complaining, "You kicked me!"

She shook her head slightly, sitting up, giving the Amazon a kiss on the cheek. "You're not prickly at all, Daddy!" she announced in surprise, used to feeling his stubble on her lips first thing in the morning.

He chuckled. "No, of course not, silly. Don't you remember what today is?"

Ella nibbled her bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment. "No, Daddy," she confessed. There was something nagging at the back of her mind, but it was so difficult to keep track of the days in here... She had no idea if she was right or not.

"Poor, forgetful Marcy," he teased, ruffling her hair. "This is why you can't be trusted in big girl panties."

Ella swallowed a sigh, for multiple reasons. She supposed she ought to be grateful that the name the Amazons called her was so close to her own; she had a feeling her sisters hadn't been so lucky. One, at least, had probably been originally named some form of what they were called now, but the other, most likely, had been renamed entirely to make a cute pairing. She had never gone by Marcy, even when she was a kid, hating the sound of it, preferring Ella. She'd had friends who had never known her real name was Marcella.

She suspected that was the main thing that caused the Amazons to pick her for their third daughter, discovering that fact, thinking about how well her name fit in. It was nothing about her, herself, not because of any accidents, or wrongdoing... Now, she didn't even think of herself as Ella, unless she was all alone, worried that if she did forget, hesitate for a moment to respond to her new name, she'd be punished. It felt wrong, yet it was a necessary evil. She'd simply had the wrong name at the wrong time, at let that fact slip to the wrong people, and now her adult life was gone with barely a trace.

And it didn't seem like it was coming back, no matter how good she was. She knew she should also be grateful she'd been allowed to be promoted to Pull-Ups during the day. Neither of her sisters had accomplished that, despite being here longer than her. She was never pushy or cranky when she asked an adult to help her use the potty, not even if they told her they were busy, to come back later, not even if they kept doing it so often that she wound up wetting herself, only to have that same person blame the accident on her. Those were the kinds of things that got you put back into diapers full-time.

So it seemed right that, eventually, doing the opposite would let her take the next step up, that she'd be allowed to wear real underwear again. She didn't even expect anything like what she'd used to own, nothing too skimpy or risque... She'd be happy with plain white cotton panties, or, more likely, pink, with ribbons and lace...

"Marcy," Daddy raised an eyebrow. "Do you not think that's right?"

She hated how easily the Amazons could read her expressions, how hard it was for her to hide her real emotions, especially this early in the day. "No, Daddy," she replied, swallowing whatever shred of pride she had left, "I'm a silly, forgetful little girl, and if you let me wear big girl panties, I'd probably forget to use the potty and make a big mess all over everything."

He smiled, nodded approvingly. "That's right," he agreed. "I bet you're soggy right now, aren't you?" She didn't even try to hide it, to deny it, lifting the hem of her nightshirt with a bashful nod. "See? You forgot to ask me to use the potty before I tucked you in last night!"

That was an outright lie; sometimes, Marcy wondered if the Amazons did that to try to get a rise out of her, to tempt her to contradict them, or if they were merely gaslighting her, making her believe it was her fault. She had asked him, very politely, while she was in the bathroom to brush her teeth, before he'd taken her to the nursery to diaper her for the night, with plenty of time to spare before her official bedtime, doing everything right. He'd told her no, that they'd already put the potty away, so, even though she knew it was right under the sink, inches away, she'd accepted it, wetting her diaper as soon as she was put into it and tucked in, knowing there was no point asking Mommy instead, or trying to wait until morning... The decision was made, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"We're going to have to put this on your chart," he told her. "Is that three strikes for the month?"

Of course it was... They ensured she was always teetering on that line, finding some excuse to keep her from her bedtime potty visit, or giving her an extra bottle before bedtime, just enough for her to hit that mark every month, but late enough that, if she didn't know any better, she could have harbored some hope that this might be it, that perhaps she'd stay dry enough to be able to wear Pull-Ups at night as well.

But she wasn't going to say anything about that, either, wasn't going to throw the tantrum she knew her sisters would have, if they'd been able to get into her position. The correct response, humiliating as it was, was to stare at him, wide-eyed, and burble, "I dunno, Daddy... I can't count that high."

He chuckled, scooping her up out of bed, carrying her over to her chart on the wall. He handed her one of the frowny face stickers, pointed to the day, made her put it on there herself. "Let's see," he bounced her in his arms. "That's one... Two... And three!" He showed her each of them in turn, going nice and slow, like he was actually teaching her to count. "I guess you're a regular little bedwetter, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she lied. "I'm sowwy... I try, but I just can't stay dry at night! It's too hard!"

"Aww," he gave her a cuddle. "That's all right, sweetheart. That's what your diapers are for!"

She still, she realized after he took her to the changing table to strip her out of her nightshirt and diaper, wiping down her crotch, hadn't gotten an answer for what was happening today. He carried her into the bathroom, naked, while Mommy dealt with the other two, and she stood by, sucking her thumb, while she watched him start to fill the bathtub.

"Umm... Daddy?" she asked around her thumb. "What are we doing today?"

"We have the wedding today," he told her as he added some bubble bath to the water, stirring it around. "Remember?"

"O-Oh," Marcy gulped. "R-Right..." She really had forgotten about that, maybe because she didn't want to think about it. "D-Daddy, I get to go to the reception with you and Mommy this time, don't I?"

He raised an eyebrow, peering down at her. "Hmm... If you behave yourself until then, we'll see." He picked her up, sliding her into the warm bath, starting to wash her, the whole thing relatively relaxing until her sisters were brought in and put down beside her. Their moods hadn't seemed to improve any from in the crib, immediately getting into a splash fight, the very first attack missing entirely and hitting Marcy right in the face.

"Hey!" she squealed, unable to help herself, wiping her eyes as best she could with her wet arm, glaring at them.

"Sorry," Mari stuck her tongue out at her. "That was for Maxie."

"The three of you stop that right now!" Mommy scolded. "We don't have time for this today!"

"B-But...!" Marcy cringed, hearing the word come out of her mouth before she could stop it. It felt obvious to her that it wasn't her fault at all, that it was no fair that she'd been lumped in with the other two... She knew better than to protest, to try to contradict anything Mommy or Daddy said, however, regardless of how wrong it was.

That one word was all it took. "What was that, young lady?" Mommy demanded.

"S-Sorry," Marcy shook her head. "Y-You're right, I'll behave."

The other two girls, however, made no such promise... If anything, seeing her get in trouble, seeing her lumped in with them, egged them on, making them splash around more, a bad feeling growing in the pit of Marcy's stomach, knowing that now, no matter how still she sat, she was going to share in their punishment.

Sure enough, once all three of them were scrubbed and Daddy started to drain the tub, Mommy opened up the cabinet under the sink and got out three enema bags. "I was thinking about doing this anyway, to make sure there are no stinky accidents during the ceremony," she said, "but now, I see that you clearly need cleaned out on the inside, too, to try to clear away all this naughtiness!"

Mari and Maxie whined and pouted; Marcy wasn't happy about it, sitting there, watching Mommy fill all three bags with warm, soapy water, yet she did her best to put on a brave face, turning around obediently, bracing herself for the sensation of the nozzle being slid into her, the rush of water quickly filling her tummy, making it start to bloat and cramp.

The one relief was that they'd just gotten out of the bath, so they were allowed, once Mommy was satisfied they'd held it long enough to let it do its job, Marcy practically dancing in pain to keep from expelling it, she let them use the potty rather than diapering them. Marcy's potty, she noted unhappily, the one only she was allowed to use normally. The toilet was right there, right beside it, but of course none of them were allowed to sit on it.

And, worst of all, she had to wait until last. "You're the most potty trained," Mommy told her. "I can trust you to hold it longest... Right?" By then, Marcy couldn't even speak, she was so uncomfortable, simply nodding and praying as she clenched with all her might.

Somehow, she managed to make it, though her bottom had barely touched the seat of the potty before it let go. When she was finished, Mommy wiped her off, led her back to the nursery, where Mari and Maxie were already getting dressed up by Daddy. He had them diapered up, of course, their daytime diapers much thicker than even Marcy's nighttime ones, with little-proof tapes sealing them inside, beneath thick, white tights, ruffles across the bottom in yellow for Mari and light purple for Maxie. He had three dresses out, hanging on the side of the crib, identical except for the colors, which matched the ruffles on the tights, the third bright pink. That one, Marcy knew, was hers.

They were absolutely mortifying masses of frills and tulle, ribbons around the waist, punctuated with giant bows, skirts ending far too high to hide more than the waistbands of the girls' padding. Looking down to the floor, Marcy saw three pairs of Mary Janes lined up on the floor in matching colors, shiny and new.

After what had happened in the bath, Marcy half expected to be put into diapers, like her sisters, was preparing herself, mentally, to not protest, trying to think up some reason to thank Mommy instead, something like, 'With all the excitement at the wedding, it would be so hard to make it to the potty on time! You're right, this is for the best!' To her surprise, Mommy slid a Pull-Up onto her after all, though it came with a stern warning.

"You are on thin ice, young lady," Mommy said. "I trust that you're just grumpy from getting up so early... Don't make me regret giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"I-I won't, Mommy," Marcy promised, letting herself be put into the tights, the dress, the Mary Janes, dressed up like a baby doll. Her sisters weren't going to be happy, seeing her Pull-Ups so on display, letting everyone see how much more mature she was allowed to be than them... And Mommy only made it worse, finishing off the outfit with a pink, plastic tiara, as opposed to the hairbands the other two got, matched to the rest of their outfits, making her stand out all the more.

"You three play nice," Mommy warned, but Marcy knew that wasn't going to happen.

"M-Mommy?" she begged, tugging at the hem of the Amazon's skirt. "C-Can I watch you get ready? Y-You're so beautiful, and your clothes are so pretty, and it's so cool to see you do your make-up..."

Mommy smiled down at her, succumbing to the flattery. "Sure, dear."

Marcy breathed a sigh of relief into her thumb as Mommy took her hand, leading her away from the nursery and her sisters, setting her on the edge of her bed to watch, occasionally speaking up to compliment the woman some more, feeling jealous as she saw Mommy getting to dress herself up, doing all the things Marcy knew she should be able to do for herself. Still, it was better than being alone with Mari and Maxie right now...

Once they were in the car, all strapped into their individual car seats, there wasn't much they could do to her, and before the ceremony, as Mommy and Daddy paraded them around, showing them off, letting them have their cheeks pinched, their bottoms patted, they didn't have many options, either, not when any one of the Amazons could, and would, have caught them and had no hesitation punishing them.

She was worried when the ceremony was about to start, however, and Mommy gave them coloring sheets and crayons to keep them occupied, along with the threat, "If I hear a peep out of you three, you're going to regret it."

"Umm... Daddy?" Marcy tried. "C-Can I sit on your lap? I want to watch..."

"No, you sit on the floor with your sisters and color," he told her. "That will be much more interesting for you..."

She had no doubt that would be the case... But not, she suspected, as she saw Mari and Maxie exchange a mischievous grin, seeing her rejected, forced to join them, in a way that she was going to like.