A Woman's Place - Epilogue

Sammy lowered her feather duster and looked at her potty with a pout. She was only allowed to use it when Daddy was there to supervise, so while he was at work she had to use her stupid nappies instead. She’d already done wee-wees, but she could feel a pressure growing rapidly in her bottom that told her she needed to go poopy.

Her thick, crinkly diapers bulged between her legs, forcing her to walk with a ridiculous toddle wherever she went, and they were so yucky when she’d used them. Sammy felt so silly waddling around the house doing her chores with her potty strapped to her bottom, but she didn’t want to disobey Daddy by taking it off.

She looked down at the bulky padding peaking out below the hem of her skirt and considered undoing the tapes and sneaking off to use the grown-up toilet. At once, she felt a terrible pang of fear. Bad girl, she heard in her head. Bad baby. Someone needs a spanking.

“Nu-uh!” she whined, shaking her head fiercely and causing her ludicrous pigtails to flap around her face. “I be good giwl!” She didn’t want a red bottom. Only grown-ups got to use the toilet, and she was just silly Sammy. Just a dumb baby who poops her pants. An image flashed in her mind. Herself, dressed in a stylish office uniform, working at her desk with a confident, determined smile. But then the image changed. It was still her, but this time she was dressed in nothing but a bulky, discoloured, sagging adult nappy, and she was squatting down in the middle of the room, her face screwed up with the effort of dirtying her diaper like a great big baby.

Mewling pathetically, Sammy knew what she had to do. She stopped her cleaning and got to work doing her potty business right where she stood. Her face turned bright red with shame as she bent her knees a little and fell into a squat. Even though there was nobody else around, she couldn’t help but imagine people pointing and laughing at her, and she felt like the stupidest little girl in the world as she grunted and strained and filled her adult-sized Pampers with a big, yucky mess right there in the living room, mere feet away from her potty.

And she couldn’t even change herself! Stupid little babies like her didn’t change their own nappies, after all. She’d have to wait at least a few hours for Daddy to get home from work and clean her messy bum-bum. Hours with a horrible stinky load sagging in the back of her baby pants while he tried to ignore the mess and get all her chores done. She still had to finish cleaning downstairs, do the washing, do the ironing, read her preteen fashion magazines (at Daddy’s insistence), and prepare dinner, before greeting Daddy at the door with a curtsey and a blowjob. Only then would she be led off for a diaper change. The life of a housewife, a whore, and a helpless little baby girl all rolled into one.

Her face reddened (and her pussy wettened) at the thought. But this was where she belonged. Sammy knew that for certain now. A vacant smile spread across her face. This was her rightful place, and she couldn’t even imagine life any other way.

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(Sorry this one is later than normal. I usually try to get the short story out in the last week or two of the month, but late September ended up being an unexpectedly busy time for me. Rest assured that A Woman’s Place won’t replace this month’s story. I think I’ll do something Halloween themed for October. As the story about a young man freezing time to change girls into diapers/embarrassing baby outfits came second in the poll, I might do something very similar to that. Perhaps a young man, having newly acquired magic powers, uses them to humiliate some girls publicly at a Halloween party – before getting his comeuppance at the hands of a witch.)