Baby Fever - Part 3

“I’m afraid she was a very naughty girl today,” said Miss Brenda, as she handed Naomi over to her boyfriend.

Naomi sniffled. She was staring at her feet, rubbing one of her sore, red bum cheeks with one hand, careful not to squish her droopy, dirty diaper against her skin.

“Oh Naomi…” Isaac sighed. “What did she do?”

“She threw a tantrum because she didn’t want to join in with song and dance time, so we had to spank her. She was quiet enough for story time, but when playtime started, she spent the whole time sulking instead of playing with her dollies like we told her. Then she came up to me and demanded I let her use the toilet, when I’d already made it quite plain that girls in the baby class do all their yucky potty business in their pants. She made poos in her nappy in the end, but because she was such a brat about it, we decided to leave her in her stinky Pampers for the rest of the afternoon to teach her a lesson.”

Naomi looked up at Isaac, hoping to see some outrage on her behalf, but instead her boyfriend was nodding in approval. She sobbed and stomped her feet angrily. “It’s not fair!” she whined.

“It’s perfectly fair, little girl,” said Miss Brenda, sternly. “I explained the rules to you. All the girls in the baby class get treated just the same. It’s you who wanted special treatment, missy!”

“I’m very sorry for the way she behaved,” said Isaac, sounding a little embarrassed.

“There’s no need to be sorry!” Miss Brenda said quickly. “I’m sure it’s not your caregiver skills that are the problem. It’s early days for her after all, and it’s only natural that she’s a bit grumpy about her new life. But we’ll probably be keeping little Naomi in the baby class from now on, so if I might make a suggestion, I’d recommend keeping her in nappies full time going forward. It will help her learn her place.”

Isaac nodded. “I was just thinking of taking away her potty privileges. She hardly ever makes it to the toilet at home anyway, and judging by her behaviour today, it looks like she could do with being taken down a peg or two.”

“No!” Naomi squealed.

“I’d better get little miss stinky pants home,” Isaac said, smiling at Miss Brenda. “I think I sense a tantrum coming on.”

Miss Brenda chuckled and waved them off, and as they walked through the daycare’s doors, they could hear her start talking to another man. “Hello, Peter! Your wife and daughter were a pair of sweet little princesses today, as usual. They’re always such a delight!”

They stepped outside and Isaac led Naomi down the path, towards the car. “Daddy is very disappointed in your behaviour today, little one,” he said, crossly.

“They made me go in the baby class!” Naomi complained.

“And from the sounds of things, you acted like that was exactly where you belonged,” said Isaac. “If you want people to treat you like a grown-up, Naomi, then don’t behave like you’re in your terrible twos.”

Naomi reddened, but said nothing as Isaac helped her into the back of the car, where an oversized car seat was waiting for her. She was just positioned over it when she suddenly realised something. “Wait!” she said. “I can’t sit down! I… I’ve got a… It will get…” She looked at her boyfriend imploringly.

“I know baby,” said Isaac. “You’ve pooped your pants. But you have to sit down, sweetheart. Daddy will change your nappy when we get home, okay?”

Naomi let out a soft whine that turned into a cry of revulsion as Isaac forced her down into the seat. The disgusting mess in her diaper was smushed against her bottom, and she could feel the heavy, pee-soaked padding pressed up against her pussy. “Ewww!”

“You’d better get used to it, Naomi,” Isaac said as he buckled her in. “You’ll be wearing your night-time nappies during the day from now on, just like Miss Brenda suggested.”

Naomi whimpered as Isaac shut the door and went around to the driver’s seat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She banged her fists angrily against the soft armrests of her car seat. She hated the way Miss Brenda had driven her to tears, first during her spanking and then again when she’d been forced to mess herself. Sobbing and sniffling made her feel like such a baby, and she knew everyone around her would just see it as a sign of a regressed mind. But how could she not cry in this situation?! It wasn’t fair! They treated her like a toddler, then accused her of acting like one just because she complained about it!

The drive home wasn’t long, at least, so Naomi didn’t have to spend too much time sitting in her own mess, but every swerve and bump in the road made her hyper conscious of the ickiness in her underwear, and by the time they’d pulled up by their house, she was desperate for a change.

“Daddy…” she mumbled, knowing it would butter him up, “Please can I have a nappy change? This thing is so gross…”

“Yes you can, baby,” Isaac said kindly, walking her up to the front door. “Daddy will change you right away, okay? Let’s just get inside.”

Naomi looked around anxiously to see if anyone was looking at her. She tugged on the hem of her Daddy’s Girl shirt, trying fruitlessly to pull it down low enough to cover some part of the enormous disposable diaper that bulged out from beneath her transparent tights.

Isaac unlocked the front door and she hurried inside, the thickness of her nappy causing her to toddle awkwardly. Even when not swollen from wee-wee, the padding between her legs was enough to stop her touching her thighs together; full as it was, she was forced to waddle along like she was just learning to walk.

“Okay precious girl,” Isaac cooed, “let’s get that yucky-wucky nappy off your cute little bum-bum, shall we? Off to the bedroom!”

With an unnecessarily firm pat on her Pampered rump, Isaac sent her on her way. He followed close behind, and Naomi was uncomfortably aware of his eyes on her bottom. Before all of this began, that might have made her wet – but with a loaded nappy strapped to her butt, it only sent a rush of shame to her cheeks. She reached their bedroom, went inside, and stood obediently in the middle of the room while Isaac prepared the changing supplies. He prepared the powder, and the baby wipes, and lay her changing mat down on top of the bedsheets.

Next, he turned to her. “Let’s get those tights off, baby,” he said happily, kneeling down, slipping his fingers into their waistband, and tugging them down to her knees. Without their support, her diaper sagged dangerously low between her thighs. “What a little stinker!” Isaac teased, pinching his nose as his girlfriend’s nappy drooped heavily before his eyes, straining at the tapes.

Naomi covered her face with her hands, doing her best not to burst into tears again. She felt like her womanhood had been stripped away. In place of the dignified, independent young woman she’d been, there was just an overgrown little girl, still in diapers, still dependent on her Daddy, about to get her messy bottom wiped for her. Tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Isaac moved her over to the bed and helped her to lay down on the changing mat. “There you go, baby,” he said, lovingly. “That’s a good girl. Daddy will get you clean and dry again, okay my darling? We’ll get rid of this stinky thing and have you in a nice, fresh nappy in no time.”

Naomi kept her face covered. She couldn’t bring herself to look. She couldn’t stand the thought of seeing what she’d done in her diaper.

Isaac undone the tapes with a snap, and pulled down the front of her adult-sized Pampers. “P-U! What a messy baby!” he cooed, lifting her legs into the air by her ankles and exposing her bottom. “Daddy’s really got his work cut out for him!”

Naomi tried to pretend she couldn’t hear, tried to pretend she was anywhere else but lying on her back on a changing mat, getting her full nappy changed by her boyfriend. She tensed a little when she felt the cool baby wipe pass across her buttocks.

“I know it’s a little cold, my love,” said Isaac, “but it will get you all squeaky clean.” He worked away at her mucky bum for a while, pausing to croon at her and run his fingers lightly across her belly in an attempt to tease out a giggle. But Naomi was too humiliated and broken to laugh.

“Daddy just wants you to be happy, baby,” said Isaac. His voice sounded a little strange. He’d finished wiping her clean, and her disgusting nappy had been removed from underneath her and rolled up to be tossed in her diaper pail, but he held her by the ankles and lifted her legs into the air once again. Naomi prepared herself for the dusting of baby powder, but it didn’t come. Instead, she felt a painful pinch on her left bum cheek.

“Ow!” she cried, removing her hands from her face and staring up at her boyfriend accusingly. “What was…” Her voice died uncertainly in her throat as she saw Isaac putting aside a large hypodermic needle. She felt her heart drop into her stomach. What had he just injected her with?

“I promise you’ll be much better off like this, Naomi,” said Isaac.

“What was that, Isaac?” Naomi whispered.

“The virus,” he said. “Or at least, it’s something that will mimic the symptoms of the virus. Just a much stronger form than the kind you have.”

Naomi tried to speak, but she couldn’t get any words to pass her lips. She could only stare at her boyfriend in horror. There was a tingling in her head, a pressure growing in the back of her mind.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, “but this is for the best. You know how unhappy you were today. Having everyone treat you like a baby must be so hard when you’ve still got your adult mind. But this way you’ll be Daddy’s girl where it counts.” He tapped the side of his head. “And I promise you’ll absolutely love your daycare.”

Naomi let out an incoherent scream of fear and fury, but the pressure in her head rose suddenly to a climax, as if a river had burst through a dam, and she felt her mind being washed clean, her adult thoughts and feelings scrubbed away, leaving her sweet and silly for her Daddy.