Changing Time

Natalie squirmed in place on the bathroom floor, trying not to meet her boyfriend’s eyes.

“Sweetheart, can you be a good girl and lie on your back for Dada?” he asked. His voice was sweet and gentle, but there was something taunting about his tone as well. A smirk was playing around his lips. “Your little diapee is soaked and Daddy has to change your soggy bum-bum!”

Natalie felt her face burning with humiliation. He couldn’t talk to her like that! She was his girlfriend, not his baby!

“But Daddyyy,” she whined, hating how petulant she sounded, “I can do it myself! I don’t need… I don’t want someone else to… I’m an adult!”

He chuckled, and Natalie felt herself going even redder. She was in her twenties, but her boyfriend always had a way of making her feel like a stupid little two-year-old. Everyone else said she was so mature, so sophisticated and independent and put-together, but it was different when she was with him... With just a glance he could strip all that away and leave her as nothing but a dumb, dependent toddler. He made her call him ‘Daddy’, made her hold his hand whenever she crossed the street, made her wear diapers and forced her to piss in them like some incontinent little baby!

“It’s not funny!” she snapped, trying her best to sound like the angry and disrespected adult woman she was, and not the whiny little girl her boyfriend seemed intent on turning her into. “It’s bad enough that you’ve been making me pee in these disgusting things, but that ends now. I’m going back into panties, and I am not going to lie back and let you change me!” She grabbed one of her nappy’s tapes and ripped it open.

“Bad girl!” her boyfriend scolded suddenly, delivering a firm swat to the top of Natalie’s thigh.

Natalie squealed and stared up at him furiously. He couldn’t do this to her! He couldn’t just smack her like a misbehaving child! She wasn’t going to put up with this anymore!

But he raised his eyebrow sternly at the sight of her glare, and Natalie immediately dropped her gaze to the floor. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why was she so pathetic?! She was supposed to be a grown woman! Was that really all it took for her boyfriend to turn her into his meek, obedient little plaything? A stern look?

“No more fussing, sweetie,” he said firmly. “You’re not going back to panties. You’re just a big, dumb baby who pees and poops in her pants, and that means you need nappies. And you certainly don’t change them yourself. That’s a grown-up’s job. Now lie back and let Daddy clean you up, or I’ll have no choice but to smack your naughty bottom and make you wear this sopping wet nappy to bed tonight.”

Natalie opened her mouth to say something. Then she whimpered feebly, and lay back on the floor.

“Good girl!” her boyfriend cooed. “That’s my obedient little princess!” He reached forward and undid the other side of her nappy. Then, torturously slowly, he pulled down the front. Natalie kept her eyes focused away, but she couldn’t stop herself from hearing his words.

“P-U!” he exclaimed, “What a stinky girl! Who’d have thought that such a cute girl would need her boyfriend to change her yucky wet diapers?”

Natalie cringed with shame and felt him start to wipe her nether regions with a pack of baby wipes. She bit her lip and had to suppress a moan when a wipe passed gently over her bare pussy. She felt ridiculous. She knew she must look absurd – a grown woman lying on the floor in the middle of a diaper change.

“What would all your friends say?” her boyfriend asked, the smirk playing around his mouth again, “If they could see you now?”

Natalie clenched her eyes shut. She couldn’t stand this! She’d never felt so humiliated in her life!

“I doubt any of them still wear nappies, do they?” he asked, and when she didn’t respond, he delivered another swat to her bottom. “Do they, sweetie?”

“No, Daddy,” she whimpered, her face scarlet.

“No,” he agreed, tugging her soggy nappy out from underneath her bottom, wrapping it up, and dropping it down right next to her head.

Natalie wrinkled her nose in disgust and let out a low whine.

“It’s only you who still pisses herself,” her boyfriend continued, his eyes glinting sadistically. “It’s only you who still waddles around with her potty taped to her bottom.”

Natalie whined again. It was so unfair! It wasn’t her fault!

“But that’s okay,” he said, the condescending sweetness back in his voice, “because Daddy knows you’re not really a big girl like them. Daddy knows you’re just a baby. You’re just a stupid little girl who isn’t ready to be a grown-up.”

Natalie felt tears filling her eyes again. She felt a fresh nappy pushed under her bottom and taped around her waist.

“And Daddy knows you’re going to be naughty sometimes, like you were just now. Because it’s hard going from being a respectable adult woman to a helpless, disgusting little baby brat who does whatever her Daddy tells her.” He took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet, smirking at the way her bulky nappy pushed her thighs apart. Then he cupped her face gently and kissed her on the forehead. “But you’d better behave tonight,” he said, and he pointed to the soggy, yellow-tinged nappy bundled up on the floor, “or tomorrow I’ll make you open up your diaper pail, take that pissy nappy out, and wear it all day.”

Natalie burst into tears. “Yes Daddy!” she sobbed, her big girl façade broken to pieces. “I’ll be a good girl! I pwomise!”