Melanie knew struggling was useless; the padded restraints on the changing table were quite secure. She looked down at the dirty diapers she was wearing. Her Mum had carried her upstairs and removed the romper. The oatmeal had done a good job; she had completely loaded the nappies John had pinned on her. Her mother came into view, and set a package of adult diapers next to her. They were some brand she’d never seen before. The bag had no visible brand on it; just “Thickest disposable diapers in the world!� and a waist measurement. Her Mum quickly stripped off the dirty diapers, throwing away the disposable and putting the flannel diaper in the hamper. That would smell horrible later.
Her Mum noticed her frown. �You should have thought of that before doing this.� Her Mum gave her an enema; a seemingly standard procedure for her punishments. After the enema, her Mum ripped open the bag of diapers. They were indeed thick; Melanie could see that just from watching them come out of the package. They were pink again; they seemed like the same diapers Courtney had used when they put her in the wheel chair. Her Mum used the entire package – twelve of the thickest disposables Melanie had ever worn. Her Mum stood her up, having her step into an oversized pair of panties full of balloons.
�To make sure you don’t roll around much,� her mother commented acidly. She heard the panties click into place, followed by another thick romper. Her mother carried her to the crib in the nursery she had built, and laid her down inside. She rolled up the bars, locking them in place with a click. Her mother didn’t bother restraining her; she just departed, turning out the lights behind her. Melanie had only been in the crib twice; once for staying out too late, another time for failing a class. �It was usually worse than this though,� she thought, as her mother came back in. �You probably thought I was done, didn’t you?� she asked rhetorically. It was still dark in the room; Melanie couldn’t see anything. She heard her Mum approach the crib, and the sound of plastic on metal as she hung a feeding bag on the crib. This was standard too; her mother shoved the pacifier in her mouth, securing it behind her head. This was followed by a blindfold; something new. Her mother opened the valve on the bag, and she tasted more “special” oatmeal.
She felt her mother pull on her legs, fastening them into the crib harnesses. Her arms were next, followed by a strap across her waist. Her mother pulled on this one hard, popping several of the balloons inside the panties. Melanie winced as their contents spread around the diapers; this was different though. She felt bubbles, like the liquid was fizzing around inside. �Alka-Seltzer,� her Mum said. �I figured I’d try something new.� The sensation tickled every part of her locked inside the diapers. The itching sensation was driving her crazy. She couldn’t rub it away, because her hands were locked into the restraints. Her Mum did a few more things inside the room, finally leaving her alone. The oatmeal kept coming, and the Alka-Seltzer hadn’t stopped bubbling inside her diapers. This would be a long night.
Courtney found no good way to get to sleep. No matter how she tried laying down, the mess inside her diapers clung tightly to her skin. Standing up was worse; it all pooled in between her legs, which she didn’t like at all. She finally got to sleep, laying across two chairs with her diapers hanging in between them. Her dreams were haunted by all the things they had said and done to Melanie. Except, it was her in the chair; her being fed mushroom pizza at Pizza Hut; her in the playpen downstairs in her living room. She felt the humiliation as she was forced to wet and mess herself in front of the entire school, everyone laughing and pointing their fingers.
Courtney tossed and turned, waking up abruptly as she hit the floor, bottom first. She mess all shifted to the front of her diaper, and began to ooze around the sides of the panties, running on to her legs. She dazedly stood up, causing more to seep out. She waddled to the bathroom, and tried to wipe herself off. The contents of her diapers kept leaking out, with no end in sight. This gave her an idea. She sat down in her bathtub, and massaged the diapers, moving everything out the front. Eventually, she was left in just the soggy diapers, free as could be of the remaining mess. She stood up, and washed the tub out, satisfied at her genius. She smiled at her small victory, the smile quickly fading at the grossness of what she had just done. She looked at the clock. Three thirty. Better get some more sleep.