What happened before?
Chapter 1: How an accident turned into a disaster or didn’t it?
Because of a traffic jam in which her bus got stuck coming back from school, 15 year old Isabel had had an “accident”. Coming into the house with her wet pants, her mother Martha put her in diapers. Not having been able to resist the urge to wet those, Isabel was ordered to go to school the next day wearing disposable diapers underneath an extremely short and infantile dress. Isabel however, to the glee of her 12 year old slightly jealous sister Emily, to the delight of 5 year old Christina who lately had had some control problems herself, to the indifference of 7 year old David, and to her own surprise enjoyed wearing the diapers and the younger looking dress..
Chapter 2: A first school day. At school she was the object of a lot of attention and some nasty teasing, especially when she had been discovered with wet diapers. But when the teacher had sent her to kindergarten to spend the rest of the day she had been very happy. After that first day she had decided that she would never again be humiliated this way. But she had not been able to resist causing new “accidents”, meaning she would still regularly have to wear diapers but would take care that nobody outside her family would notice.
Chapter 3: A summer of innocence.
When summer holidays started Isabel decided to spend a wonderful diapered summer. The first part of the summer she played “family” with little Christina and her friends, being baby-sitter and baby at once. During the yearly family holiday at the seaside she fell in love with hers, and Emily’s, 14 year old childhood friend Michael, having little trouble turning him for two weeks into her little loving baby sister.
Chapter 4: Going ever further … back.
Martha, ever more desperate, wanting to shame her daughter out of her strange attitude, has her drinking from babybottles, spoon-fed by her sister, use a pacifier, attaches her with a baby harnass and even forces her to mess up her diapers… But without any effect. On the contrary, Isabel gets more and more attached to this lifestyle assuming two personalities: a dependent baby when at home and a nice schoolgirl when going out, but of course, always wearing diapers.
Chapter 5 The end?
That morning Isabel immediately sensed that it would be an awful day. She didn’t know why, because at first everything went according to the normal routine. Martha woke her up as always, unfastened the harness, and took her to the bathroom to put her on the toilet, and to wash and change her. They both enjoyed those first moments of the day very much.
Martha loved it to be so intimate with her 17 year old daughter. And Isabel enjoyed every day again the feeling of being freed, being helped out of the wet diapers, standing naked in the bath while her mother washed her, feeling the ointment being gently applied between her legs to avoid diaper rash. She would have loved to have every day baby powder applied too but they feared that the smell would give her away. And of course she loved the secure feeling of the dry tight fitting disposable diapers.
While she had been on the toilet Martha had taken out the clothes her daughter was going to wear. Then when Isabel was all ready, washed and diapered, she left her alone to pull up her plastic pants and get dressed while she went to wake and help dress 7 year old Christina.
Lately Isabel had had leaking problems on several occasions when she had been to school all day without change. Martha had bought a more absorbent brand of diapers and that seemed to do the trick. However they were thicker and Isabel couldn’t wear her normal jeans pants over them anymore so she had to wear loose fitting jogging pants. At home she wore mostly skirts and dresses, but since that fatal day two year ago when she had worn a very short dress to school, they had agreed never to repeat that. And to avoid the soaked diapers to start sacking towards the end of the school day she always wore a bodice that closed with a pair of buttons between her legs.
The school day had passed uneventfully as most of the time, and during the bus ride back home Isabel was looking forward to having her very wet diapers changed. Although she liked the feeling of the heavy wetness she was always a little bit afraid of a leak that would give her away.
As soon as she got off the bus she took little Cristina by the hand and they started running and jumping towards the house. Her other sister Emily, who was 14 by then, participated in a large number of extra-curricular activities and almost always took a later bus home, letting the two “little ones” come home alone.
That Emily had become the oldest child of the family was now an all accepted fact. She had even taken over Isabel’s room, and Isabel shared rooms with little Christina. When Emily had claimed her room she hadn’t even protested.
At home Martha told Christina to change into her “playing” clothes while she changed her “baby girl”. For the second time that day Martha took of the wet things from her daughter and installed her on the toilet. She was told “to do a big poopoo”, but even while trying very hard Isabel couldn’t manage to do it. This upset her mother because that meant she would have to put her daughter on the toilet later and change her once more. But realizing it didn’t make sense to insist more she agreed to put her back in diapers, applying a lot of baby powder “to make her little baby smell good”, and dressed her in a short little dress. Taking her by the hand she led her down the stairs to the kitchen where Christina was already waiting patiently.
Both girls were installed at the table with a bib. While Christina ate some cereals Isabel was spoon-fed a fruit puree. Once finished they had to go to the room next door to do their homework. They did it sitting at the same large dining table. After having put Isabel in a harness that was fastened to the back of the chair Martha would leave the girls alone continuing her work in the kitchen. From time to time she would come by to see if she could help Christina, but about 30 minutes later the second grader had finished her work and was allowed to go to play while Isabel continued working on her own.
By the time Emily and David came home Isabel finished her work. Emily detached the harness from the chair and fastened it to a leash that was attached to a radiator, allowing Isabel to sit on the ground to play with her baby toys. Soon she was joined by Cristina and together they enjoyed playing with dolls, Cristina as always taking the lead in their playing.
Isabel felt very happy being the little baby of the family and would have loved this situation to continue forever. And the rest of the family had grown accustomed to it, and all of them, maybe with the exception of David who hardly noticed the existence of his two kid-sisters, enjoyed having this big baby-sister to play with, and to take care of.
But then things suddenly fell apart.
Martha stormed into the room where the two little girls were quietly playing with their dolls. She had suddenly remembered that she had seen a cute little dress for Isabel to wear for the family Christmas party a few days later. The largest size was size 12 of which only one remained. Not sure if it would fit her 17 year old baby daughter she had asked the store to put it aside so that she could come by with her daughter to try it on. They had promised to do that, but just for the day. Martha had completely forgotten and now closing time was approaching. So she took her daughter’s coat and telling her they were going to look for a new dress she told her to hurry.
Isabel normally loved to go shopping for cute new clothes, but now, very much absorbed by her play, she said she didn’t want to go. Martha got impatient and raising her voice, pulled her daughter up by the hand. Isabel reluctantly got up but then having a sudden inspiration told her mother she had to poopoo. Martha was getting more and more upset and told her daughter she would have to hold until they got back from the store.
Isabel let her help in her coat and followed her mother to the car where she was installed in the back where Martha fastened her seat belt. It had all gone very fast but once they were driving Isabel realized she really had to go to the toilet. Still mad at having been made to interrupt her game she decided to get back at her mother and without further thinking began pushing and soon felt the warm mass looking for space in the diapers and spreading around her legs.
It was only the second time she had ever done that and was surprised she liked the feeling. Shuffling a little bit hence and forth on her seat it felt even better. By then Martha began to smell something. Thinking her daughter had farted she laughed teasingly and told her to be careful. Encouraged by her mother’s reaction Isabel told her with a small voice that she had poopood in her diapers. Martha went insane. She pulled over and turning around she lifted her daughter’s skirt to check. Realizing Isabel was telling the truth she hesitated for a moment but then told her daughter that they were going to the store anyway to try the dress.
When they arrived at the shopping mall Martha, pulling her daughter by the arm, hurried towards the store. But on the way there she began to realize that they couldn’t go to the store like that. Turning around she took the escalator down to the basement where there was a supermarket, where she went straight to the diaper aisle, took a box of Pampers size 6, continued to the baby section where she took a box with wet cleaning tissues, and proceeded to the check out. Standing in line with those products on the counter and smelling like she was, people started looking at them. Isabel thought she was going to die from shame. But Martha too was horribly ashamed. She began explaining to the people in front of her and to the cashier that “Yes, her 17 year old daughter had had an accident, just like a baby …”
The lady in front of them gave a quick glance at Isabel, and then looked anxiously away. She seemed very happy to receive her change so that she could hurry on. The cashier on the contrary seemed very concerned. “Oh the poor girl. Has that happened before?”
Martha was surprised by the direct question.
“Euh, no. This is the first time. Well, I mean, I have to keep her in diapers all the time, because she wets herself, but not this.”
Isabel wished she could just have vanished. The cashier became very sympathetic.
“God, Has she a medical problem?”
“Euh, no… You see my daughter is not sick, she is just a little baby.”
The cashier looked completely lost. Realizing there was no way explaining this to a stranger Martha decided to make an end to it.
“To be honest, it’s me who treats her like a baby. You see with all what happens to youngsters those days, drugs and violence and all that, I prefer to keep them as babies even if that means I have to change a filthy diaper from time to time, you see.”
And then thanking her for the change Martha took leave of the completely flabbergasted cashier, and led her daughter to the public toilets where there was a changing room. Luckily there was nobody in there. Martha, fed up with the whole situation, left her daughter alone, telling her to clean up.
Isabel soon realized that having to clean herself in this small place was not easy, and no fun. When she was finally ready her mother was waiting for her on a bench a little bit ahead. When she got there she was told that it was now too late to go for the dress, the store being closed by now.
Silently they went back to the car. While driving home Isabel suddenly said that she wanted to stop the whole baby thing. Martha, not hesitating for a second, told her daughter that seemed like a very good idea.
And that was it, was it?