Mama's Girl

“Stop fussing, little one,” Janie’s mother said sternly as she taped her adult daughter’s diaper around her waist. “You need to get used to having your nappy changed.”

“But I don’t want to!” Janie whined, kicking her legs. “I’m an adult! Why can’t we just pretend I’m getting punished when the inspectors come?”

“Naughty girl!” her mother scolded, smacking her sharply on the top of her thighs. Janie squealed girlishly. “Don’t kick, little lady, or Mummy will give you a proper spanking. And we will not just pretend. The court sentenced you to five years as a one-year-old, Janie, and as your mother it’s my duty to enforce that sentence. Unless you’d rather be sent to a state-run adult discipline nursery?”

Janie shivered. “No, Mum…”

Her mother smacked her hard on her bottom, making her squeal again.

“I mean… No, Mummy.” Janie blushed in humiliation. She felt utterly stupid. She was an adult for God’s sake! A successful businesswoman! Or at least, she had been until all her illegal activities had been discovered. She couldn’t help but whine and complain, even if it did make her look even more babyish. It was almost too much to bear, the thought of being stuck in nappies for the next five years, forced to wear baby clothes (if she was lucky enough to get to wear anything at all over her tits and diaper), forced to eat baby food and drink from bottles, to sleep in a crib and get spanked for misbehaviour.

But the threat of a state-run nursery was enough to make her settle down. She’d seen the women who’d ended up there – usually girls whose husbands, boyfriends, or parents were unable or unwilling to enforce their regression discipline. They wore ludicrous frilly dresses, with their nappies, almost always used, completely on display. They sucked their thumbs and babbled nonsensical baby talk. They threw childish tantrums and cried when they weren’t allowed to have any ice cream. They acted like total babies, and even the slightest display of adult behaviour was met with a swift and nasty spanking, even in public.

“There’s no need to be so grumpy, little miss,” her mother said happily. She seemed delighted to have her baby back. “Here comes the tickle monster!”

She started tickling Janie’s exposed tummy and sides, making her wiggle about on the sofa, giggling uncontrollably. Janie blushed even more brightly as she giggled and gurgled like a happy baby. She wanted nothing more than to scream at her mother that she was still an adult woman, no matter what the government said, but all she could do was shriek with laughter as if she was enjoying being tickled like a toddler. Then she felt her bladder let go.

“No!” she gasped suddenly, looking down at her diaper, the front of which was starting to darken.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Janie’s mother asked, stopping her tickling and following her daughter’s gaze. Then a broad smile spread across her face. “Uh-oh! Is my little princess doing wee-wees? You always did have a weak bladder when you got tickled!”

Janie burst into tears. It was so disgusting! But it wasn’t just the feeling of a wet nappy that was making her upset. It was the knowledge that the icky, soggy, warm sensation in her pants was something she’d be experiencing every day for the next five years at least, assuming she wouldn’t end up incontinent by the end of her sentence. She didn’t want to wear nappies! She didn’t want to be a stupid baby!

“It’s okay, sweetheart!” her mother cooed. “It’s okay! You’re just a little baby, and babies wet themselves. That’s what your nappies are for!”

Janie cried ever harder at that. Her mother scooped her up and settled down on the sofa with her, stroking her hair and cooing at her lovingly. Even though Janie knew her mother was getting some twisted sense of enjoyment out of seeing her adult daughter reduced legally to the status of a sweet little one-year-old baby, she couldn’t help but feel comforted. Eventually her crying turning into sniffles.

“Will you… Will you change my nappy, Mummy?” Janie asked.

“I just changed you, silly!” her mother laughed. “You can have a nappy change after dinner.”

“After dinner?! But… But that’s hours away!”

“I know, princess,” her mother said slowly and sweetly, like she was talking to someone very stupid. “But being in a wet nappy is just part of being a baby. Sometimes you might have to spend a whole day in soggy or stinky pants, so it’s just something you’ll have to get used to. Okay, sweetheart?”

Janie burst into tears once again.