Mother or Baby? (Part 3) (Patreon)

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Part 3

Three days had passed. Three days of torture for Tammy, now called ‘baby Tam’. She had been humiliated and disgraced in front Sarah. Made to wear diapers and to parade around in them without any pants on.

Her 18 year old daughter had the ‘privilege’ of training panties and had to ask to be taken to the potty so that Stephanie or Rachel could slide her Pull-Ups down for her and she could relieve herself like a ‘big girl’. 

Tammy had no such privilege. She would wet herself whenever she needed to go. She tried fighting it, at first, but the more she did, the more she was made to drink from a bottle until her bladder would burst and she completely soaked her diaper anyway. After the third day, she no longer fought the urge. There was no need for it.

She could be crawling on the floor, playing with toy blocks or getting fed in her chair. Wherever she was, when the need came to empty her bladder, she simply let it go and filled her diaper. It was simpler that way. Her babysitters rewarded her for it. They would check her diaper and change her right away, whereas before, when she tried to be a ‘big girl’, they would let her marinate in her soaked diaper for hours before changing it.

The worst part however, was when she needed to... go number 2. The first time she did would probably be the most disturbing moment of her life. 

She didn’t want to, of course, but she had no choice. Since she hadn’t been having messy accidents for the first 2 days, Rachel had decided that as long as Tammy wouldn’t poop her diaper, Sarah wouldn’t be allowed the potty anymore. There was no point in threatening the mother because she was already expected to be fully diaper-dependent the whole time. 

Sarah, however, was a good leverage.Tammy resisted the urge for a few more hours, until she saw her 18 year old daughter give up and completely flood her Pull-Ups.

Tammy had seen her daughter in wet diapers several times. Sarah had always been a bedwetter, even at 18 she still wore Goodnites at night as a necessity. Her bedwetting was the reason Rachel was so focused on diapers as a punishment in the first place. When the bully had found out a fellow student wore Pull-Ups to bed... she jumped on the occasion to humiliate her. Using her bedwetting to her advantage.

The mother wasn’t ready, however, to watch her adult girl piss herself in the middle of the day like a helpless little girl.

Especially as she was wearing a thick diaper herself and about to burst. At that moment, with Sarah crying soflty, Tammy completely let go and she pissed and messed her diaper at the same time.

Rachel was delighted by the result: mother and daughter both under her control, uncontrollably sobbing as they sat in their own waste. She took her sweet time before announcing loudly:

‘‘Ew... what’s that smell? I think someone made a stinky here... Sarah is that you? Don’t tell me you just shit your pants, I thought we were making progress here.’‘

‘‘What?! I... I didn’t.’‘ Sarah exclaimed, still sniffling. Apparently she had been so upset by her own accident that she didn’t realize what her mother had done.

‘‘Why don’t you check her, Steph?’‘

The young woman’s cheeks flushed as the older girl fingers slid into the waistband of her Goodnites. She tucked at the back and peeked in, as she would for a small child who’se expected to have poopy accidents. 

Tammy watched the display shamefully, sitting in the source of the smell.

‘‘She’s very wet, but no number 2! She declared. That means baby Tam must have a dirty diaper!’‘

The 35 year old was livid. Those two teenagers were discussing the fact that she had just shit herself. Sarah’s eyes turned towards her, full of horror. She could smell it too, now. Tammy cried. She cried like a baby would after filling her diaper. She knew Rachel would only be more delighted, but at that point it was the least of her concerns.

‘‘Yup. I think that’s a confession. Come on Tammy, show us your bum-bum. Is that a poopy diaper? I think it is.’‘

‘‘Go to hell.’‘

The words fell out of her mouth. Something was broken in her. She had reached her limit and no longer cared for consequences.

‘‘What did you just say?’‘ Shouted Rachel, enraged.

Tammy got up from the crawling position she had been in for the past 3 days, her full diaper sagging between her legs

‘‘I said go to hell, you fucking bitch. You think you can come here, to MY house and threaten me and my family? I won’t have it. You want to tell the world I fucked the principal of your school? Go ahead. I fucked David and I will fuck you up if you ever get close to me again, you understand you little brat? I will kill you. Now go. Leave my house NOW.’‘

A long, solemn silence filled the room. Until it was broken by laughter. Hysterical laughter, coming from Rachel. It took Tammy aback for a second.

‘’Oh my... I can’t... I just can’t, it’s too funny! Look at you! Did you get all that, Steph?’’

‘’Yup.’’

The 19 year old grabbed her cellphone from the front pocket of her button down shirt and started typing on it. They filmed the whole thing. 

Tammy panicked. She almost screamed.

‘‘Give me that!’‘

‘‘I just sent it to a private server.’‘ Steph replied before putting the phone back in her pocket.

‘‘Now, Tammy, do you want to add assault to your death threats? The case will look so good for you. ‘Diapered woman threatens college students while shitting herself.’ Face it baby girl, we’re not going anywhere.... but you are. You’re taking a trip, on my knees.’‘

Suddenly she grabbed the older woman’s wrist. Tammy barely resisted, still in shock, as Rachel yanked her down and started smashing her diapered bottom, making the mess spread in it as Sarah watched, in tears. 

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. It hurt less then her wounded pride. 
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. After a while it did hurt though.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Her nerves broke down and she began sobbing again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

‘‘Your daughter will get her Pull-Ups changed, Rachel said. You, however, better get used to that dirty diaper because you’ll be spending the night in it. Teach you a bit of humility. If you ever try to pull that off again, you’ll become the new media sensation, got it?’‘

SMACK

‘‘Ye... OW! Yes... yes...’‘

SMACK

‘‘Yes who?’‘

SMACK

‘‘Yes.... Mommy.’‘