Jolene's Punishment (Patreon)

Jolene couldn't believe how much her life had changed since Lily moved next door. Her quiet and peaceful suburban life was turned upside down in a matter of weeks. She was no longer the fine-aged fifty-nine-year-old woman who ran the retirement neighborhood in Florida. No. She was stuck in her spare room, reading a book for kids, wearing nothing but a shirt and a diaper. No cares in the world. 

And it was all her new Mommy's fault. 

If only she hadn't come knocking on Lily's door that day with those goddamned homemade cookies... Oh, but she had to meet the newcomer. A woman so tall and sexy with her long legs and jet-black hair, everyone thought she was forty or younger. Not another retiree. Impossible. Jolene's jealousy and need for attention knew no limits. Her position as Queen Bee of the neighborhood was threatened. But if she could get some dirt on the newcomer, well, then there was nothing to worry about. 

And dirt she got. 

Lily. Impeccable Lily, with her long legs and charming smile, made her money by doing something no one around even knew existed. Devoted Christians as they were. They wouldn't know anything about dominatrixes, sissies, and adult babies. No. But Jolene knew now, and she would exploit that information as she had done so many times before. 

So she went and knocked at her new neighbor's door. 

What was supposed to be a brief visit to threaten the newcomer turned into a life-changing experience. Not only did Lily care very little if Jolene spread her secret, but she wasn't going to sit around while someone else tried to blackmail her. Jolene found out that day she wasn't really the cunning woman she had thought she was. She wasn't a woman at all. As Lily put it, she was merely a little girl pretending to be a grown-up. After almost twenty minutes of spankings, Jolene had to agree with that assessment. 

"You call me Mommy from now on," said Lily, her voice comforting yet meaningful.

Jolene could do nothing but nod as she sobbed. 

She didn't protest when Lily undressed her. Nor did she when the dominant woman led her to the basement. When Jolene saw the adult-sized nursery, she trembled. Knowing what Lily had in mind, she begged and begged. But Lily simply pushed her to the changing table. With desperate cries, Jolene begged once more. But when Lily spread the baby powder over her crotch and sealed her womanhood in a diaper, the grandmother could do nothing but lay there, crying like a giant baby. 

The first day was the most difficult one. Peeing herself after years of potty training felt like the most degrading moment of her life. She had hoped that moment would be the most humiliating, but when her tummy needed release, she knew the battle was lost. 

Lily didn't complain when she had to change the mature woman's messy diaper. She did it with such a gentle touch and professionalism. Jolene couldn't help but think that was the reason people paid her so much money. Enough for an early retirement. 

Days became weeks, and weeks turned into a month, and every day, Jolene grew more comfortable in her new role. Everyone in the neighborhood now knew who she was. And Jolene's messed up psyche enjoyed it. The attention, the looks, she was the center of every conversation, and she loved it. It didn't matter she had to give up her adulthood first. Now everyone talked about her, and all she had to do was walk around in her diaper, sucking her pacifier, holding her Mommy's hand.  

And now, here she was: Her Mommy's baby. Unaware that her daughter and granddaughter were on their way to her house.