We Potty Chapter 9

Story is written by Stacylove92

There was no way I could get another diaper and onesie on in the few seconds I had until somebody would be up in my room. I ran over to my wooden dresser and smashed the watch against it. I hurt my wrist and winced. The alarm was unscathed.

I heard Mom yelling over the alarm as she opened my bedroom door. “Come on Chris let’s go potty!” I was a deer in headlights as Mom laid eyes on my naked body. I’d never seen Mom so angry looking in her life. “JACK! JACK! Get up here!”

I knew I had really fucked up. Leaving the house for good actually looked like my best option. I was ready to run out of the house naked, with blaring alarm and all if I had to. Anything was better than facing my impending doom. I grabbed my backpack with my change of clothes and darted past Mom. I rounded the corner of the hallway to the stairs when I saw Dad at the bottom. He started charging upstairs like a bellowing bull, yelling at me to “Get over here!”

‘Shit! I should’ve just went for the window.’ I did a 180 and ran like absolute hell. I would not be caught this time. I made it into my room and was halfway to the window when I tripped and went clattering to the ground. In an instant the pounding of Dad’s footsteps was on me. He pinned me down and I knew I was done for.

I started kicking and screaming. “Let me go! Please just let me go! I’m leaving and never coming back!”

“Hold him there Jack. I’m going to get the wooden spoon.”

I started blubbering, “Please no! Not the wooden spoon!” The only time Mom had ever used the wooden spoon on me I was like five. I had called one of Mom’s friends dumb and ugly, right to the lady’s face. From that day forward, I never called anyone dumb or ugly again. I also didn’t sit right for about a week. After that the wooden spoon was always a threat, but something they never actually followed through on, like most of their other punishments.

I was absolutely terror stricken at the thought of enduring the wooden spoon again. I still remembered the pain vividly. The more I fought against Dad the tighter his control over my body became. He yelled at me to knock it off. The alarm seemed like it was shrilling even louder. It felt as if any second the whole world would explode around me and disintegrate among the chaos.

Mom burst back into my room and ripped the comforter off of my mattress. She grabbed my stained pad from underneath, sat down and placed it on her lap. As Dad hoisted me into the air I saw Victoria standing in the doorway watching. Dad dropped me over Mom’s knee and kept his hand on my back pushing me down. I screamed out, “Why are you doing this to me?! I’ll just leave and never come back! Pleaseeee!” I jumped up as the first blistering whack landed on my backside.

Mom said, “Oh yeah? Where are you going to live? You don’t have a job! You don’t have any money! What are you going to live on the streets?!”

“I’ll go live with Marie! At least they’ll treat me like an adult!” I was writhing as another whack stung my backside.
“Oh yeah? What the hell makes you think they’ll put up with your wetting over there? Don’t think Mrs. Morris hasn’t complained to me about cleaning up after you.” Mom let another crack land on my rear end.

I was hysterical and fighting to get free. “I hate you guys! Just let me go! You can’t do this to me. I’m not a baby!”

“Well you sure act like one.” The wooden spoon struck me again. “You haven’t done anything to grow up. I’ve tried setting you up with a job, I’ve tried getting you into driving classes, and you talk about college, but you still haven’t even applied yet! You’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not ready to grow up. You’re not ready to go out into the real world Christopher.”

Mom went into a tizzy. She unleashed a fury of unrelenting cracks on my rear end. I tried putting my hands in the way, but the wooden spoon landing on them only stung more. “And how dare you destroy something that we’ve paid for. You’ve already destroyed enough furniture around this house. I can’t believe you cut your onesie and panties up. I have so had it with you!” The whacks burying into me became more and more painful, they were burning white hot. I expected the spoon to splinter into a million pieces. I was completely blubbering when I felt the pad under me get warm and wet. I hadn’t even realized I was peeing. I tried getting up from my puddle, but was kept pinned down as the spoon kept coming.

Eventually Mom finished and she turned the alarm off form her phone. She then told Dad to pick me up. Dad picked me up and held onto me as Mom grabbed the damp pad from her lap. I was still sniffling and rubbing my blistered rear end when she held the pad with the wet spot right in front of my face. She said disgustedly, “But oh no, you don’t need to be potty trained right? Some grown up you are.” Her words stung me almost as much as my ass. I wanted to die knowing Victoria was watching everything. “Chris this is all for your own good. You aren’t ready to move out and it would be irresponsible of us as parents to set you up for that failure. You’ll thank us someday.” Mom told Dad to keep holding me as she got my diapers ready again and she told Victoria, “Shows over.”

I was absolutely devastated by what just happened. My ass only stung even more as Mom had me sit down on my diaper. I knew from experience the feeling would be staying with me for some time. Mom put the replacement sensor on me and then pinned me back into my double diapers.

After that spanking I only wanted to run away even more. I knew the only place I would have to stay was Marie’s. I knew that despite what Mom said, Mrs. Morris would be more than happy to have me. But with this humongous diaper on my waist, running away to Marie’s was my last choice. I would not sabotage my chances with her.

I knew my parents could not force me to stay if I was eighteen. It was illegal. I half thought about calling 911 if I couldn’t figure a way out of this.

Dad let go of his grip on me and Mom had me stand up and get my onesie on. She grabbed my clothes off the floor. “I don’t know how we missed these.” She turned to my Dad. “So what do we do with him now? What’s to stop him from trying the same thing again?”

Dad suggested they call Emily.

Mom shot down the idea, “No it’s almost eight o’clock. She has to be here at seven in the morning. I wouldn’t feel right.”

Then I heard that obnoxious brat from the hallway, “Lock him in the bathroom!”

“Shut the fuck up Victoria!” She was always trying to make things worse for me.

Mom swatted my rear end, which actually hurt, despite all of the padding. “Knock it off with the language. And you know what? That is not a bad idea. Thank you Victoria. Jack get downstairs and take anything sharp at all out of the bathroom.”

I pleaded with Mom to just leave me alone.

“Chris, you have nobody to blame but yourself for all of this. Now grab your pillow and let’s get you downstairs for bed.”

“No. It’s only eight. I’m not going to bed right now.”

She grabbed my pillow and then grabbed my hand and started pulling. “Oh yes you are mister. You were the one who wanted to go to bed so early tonight. Well now you got what you wanted. Are you really going to put up another fight? I don’t think you want more of the wooden spoon.” Normally this would not have stopped me, but now the threat did not seem so empty.

We got into the bathroom and Mom told me I was to stay in the tub with the shower curtains closed all night, in case someone needed to use the bathroom.

I got in the tub and I could feel my onesie get wet with residual moisture. It was so cramped and tight. I put my pillow behind my head and the shower curtains closed on one side of me. Mom shut the light off and closed the door behind her.

I sat there in claustrophobic darkness with my ass still stinging. I thought about Marie and realized she would have no clue what was going on. I didn’t bring my phone down with me. I went over to the bathroom door and called to Mom asking for my phone. I tried yelling through the door for a while and still got no response. I fiddled with the door knob, but it was locked. I felt so isolated and trapped. I wasn’t sure if they had gone out without me, if something happened, or if I was just being ignored.

I gave up and sat back in the tub and closed the shower curtain around me. I was not at all tired yet. I truly felt like I was languishing in purgatory. I wondered what was happening on “Werezoms” and how frantically Marie would be trying to call me. I was afraid she would show up at the house. I thought how if only I had Marie come over, instead of trying my stunt, I could be hanging out with her watching “Werezoms”, rather than sitting in the dark, in a tub.

I started thinking about what would actually happen if Marie saw me in my diapers. ‘Maybe I’m being unrealistic about this whole thing. Marie’s never batted an eyelash even when I’ve had accidents right in front of her. She’s even helped me clean up. Maybe she wouldn’t even make a big deal out of it. I guess I really am making things harder on myself.’

I swayed away from those feelings. I was only feeling regretful because I was stuck sitting in a tub instead of being with Marie. But it was not my fault I was here, it was completely my parents.

I woke up from a quasi–sleep to the alarm echoing throughout the bathroom. I had wet my diaper. I waited for someone to come down and shut off the alarm. When nobody came I got nervous. ‘Did something happen to everyone?’ I was about ready to try smashing that alarm again when the door creaked opened and the light popped on. My alarm shut off. “Good morning sweetheart.”

It was Mom. I was actually very relieved to see her. She opened the shower curtains and had me try to pee in the toilet. She commented, “I’m surprised you stayed dry so long.”

I ignored her comment and asked what time it was. It was almost six. I had almost stayed dry all night.

Mom pinned my wet diaper back into place, put the plastic pants back on, and took my onesie off. She said, “Okay sweetness, I have to get in the shower now anyway, so go wait for your father in the kitchen. He’ll be down any second.”

I walked into the kitchen and softly sat down at the table. Dad was already in there getting a pot of coffee going. He said good morning to me and I grumbled it back to him. Everything was mostly silent except for the coffee pot gurgling. Dad grabbed a coffee mug from one of the drawers, went to the fridge and got some milk and poured his coffee. He sat at the table and took a big sip. After he swallowed he looked over at me. He said, “You’d better start behaving yourself. I am not happy about last night. And you know, the more you fight with your mother, the more she is going to fight back.” He paused, “Don’t tell her I said this, but I agree some parts of this program are unfair and maybe we can work on that. But you pulling stunts like you did last night is not going to get you anywhere.”

I whined, “But why do I even have to do this program?”

“Chris, your mother has had it with dealing with your accidents. And I’m sorry, but I really can’t say I completely disagree. Listen to me, if you start behaving yourself, I’ll try to talk to your mother about maybe eliminating certain parts. But we’re not backing down about you finishing this program.” He paused and looked away from me, speaking quieter this time, “Besides, don’t you ever want to stop wetting? You’re eighteen now.”

I hung my head. I couldn’t help but feel as if I was a failure to Dad. What father wants to admit their adult son still has a wetting problem?

When it was just me and Dad alone, he was actually very level headed. I found it impossible to argue with him when he was like this. Except now it came more from a place of respect than fear. I wished he could be like this all of the time instead of having to appear the dominant alpha male in front of everyone else. I also wished Mom didn’t have him on a leash with a choker collar as her attack dog.

I told Dad I would start behaving and asked if I could go upstairs. I wanted to get to my phone to text Marie. He told me to wait with him and we sat in silence as Dad read the paper and Mom was getting ready for work.

The second the clock hit seven came a knock at the door. I knew it was that dreaded woman here to babysit me. Well not babysit really, that’s a poor choice of words. More like she was here to adultsit me.

Dad opened up the door for Emily and said hi to her. She rang out “Good morning!” so pleasant and cheerful as if she was the sun herself, rising above the horizon. Mom came clacking down the stairs in her heels and tried to match Emily in her enthusiasm when she said good morning back.

Emily waved to me and I blushed. “Hi there Chris. Were you a good boy for me this weekend like I asked?”

I remained silent and Mom spoke up, “Not at all. We had a bit of an incident last night.” Emily gave me a reproachful look as Mom continued, “Chris here, decided to take a scissor to his onesie, panties and sensor last night. We caught him naked before he was about to change into a pair of clothes and sneak out.”

Emily looked over at me and made a “tsk, tsk, tsk” noise as she shook her head. She asked why she hadn’t been called and Mom said it had been too late at night.

Emily waved her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Don’t be silly! I am here for you anytime that you could possibly need. If ever in doubt, I would rather you call me. Honestly. May I ask how you did handle the situation then?”
Mom explained how I was given the wooden spoon and locked in the bathroom for the night.

Emily gave a small golf clap and nodded her head to my Mom. “Well good, I am glad to see you are getting more comfortable with discipline. It is never too late. But now, about the clothes. I thought we discussed it was best that clothes not be made accessible to Chris.”

Mom replied, “Yes we did. Somehow a pair of clothes slipped past our radar, they were left in his old backpack.”

Emily placed her palm on the side of her temple and shook her head. She sounded disappointed in herself. “That’s my fault. It is not at all uncommon for children in our program to keep a change of clothes in a bag. I am terribly sorry. I really should have reminded you to check for that.”

Mom assured her it was fine and that it wasn’t her fault, only I was to blame.

Emily continued, “No I don’t think that’s completely accurate. You cannot completely blame the child if they do not know any better. And from what you tell me, Chris has not received a lot of discipline in his life. Sometimes children do not realize the full consequences of misbehaving until it has been firmly taught to them. And in We Potty, we provide those lessons, because mature and appropriate behavior is another cornerstone of successful potty training.”

I was sick of hearing about the “cornerstones” of potty training. I found everything about her so fake and calculated. I wondered why a lady like her ended up here instead of being a politician. I wanted to make some sarcastic comment about how many cornerstones could a building possibly have, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Well I’ll tell you what. This isn’t the first time we have dealt with this exact behavior. Even a five year old has the sense to use a scissor to cut something off. I have exactly the things we’ll need to deal with this out in the van. I will be right back.”

I wondered what types of “things” she would be coming back with. I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what they were, but knew I would be soon finding out either way.

Story is written by Stacylove92

Bubble Baaaths

Bubble BaaathsChip having a bubble baaath. He loves bleating bubbles, splashing about and playing with his toys.

Chip and text by TinyBabyHooves

Draw by Unibat

Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19156663/

Looks like Chip can make some bubble off his own :)

This is so cute.

Wait a moment Foxy

Wait a moment FoxyDuring the night Foxy ended up whit a nasty tummy virus that make him end up whit a nasty and bad diarrhea so Foxys mother have been up a couple of times this night changing Foxys messy diaper and comfort him during his tummy pain episode.

In the morning Foxy was feeling a little better in the belly so his mother suggested he should take a bath and before she know it Foxy was on his way into the bathtub when she finally could stop. Honey, I know you loves to bathe. But we must take of the nasty messy diaper first before you could bath.

Draw by ZombiNeko

Jody’s New Job Chapter 12

Story is written by neverdry

They had pizza delivered many times and the delivery girl knew to come up the back stairs. She knocked on the door.

Kim was back sitting on the couch watching Jody colour. When she heard the knock on the door, she quickly stood and went to Jody. “Pizza is here.”

Jody set her black marker down and got to her knees. Kim bent down and picked her up, setting her on her hip. “You’re doing a great job honey.” she said, before walking out to the kitchen.

Jody looked down at all the work she had done. She didn’t  have to much more to go and she would be finished. She let Kim pick her up and when her diapered bum rested on Kim’s hip, Jody felt the wet diaper push up against her bottom.

Susan was paying the young delivery girl when Kim walked into the kitchen with Jody on her hip. The delivery girl looked up. She was not expecting to see a little girl. “Ohh.Hello.” she said.

Kim walked right up to her. When Jody saw the young girl, she became very aware of the diaper around her waist.  “Hello. Here let me take the pizza.” Kim said, extending her arm.

The young girl handed the pizza to Kim. She had babysat many times and had never seen a diaper like the one that Jody was wearing. It was not Pampers or Huggies that was for sure. Kim took the pizza and placed it on the kitchen counter. Then took Jody to her chair. Jody had buried her head into Kim’s  shoulder after seeing the young girl. She let Kim place her in the chair. Jody kept her head down, looking at the animals on her diaper.

Susan paid and the young girl went to walk out. Just before she got to the the first step, she turned back around. Susan was holding the door and was about to close it, when the delivery girl said, “If you happen to need a babysitter, I would be available.”

Susan stepped a little closer.  “You babysit?”

“Yes. When I’m not delivering pizza. I’m trying to save money for college next year.”

Susan thought for a few seconds. “We may need one in the future. Could I get your name and number?”

“Sure.”

Susan stepped back and held the door open. The young girl came back in. Susan went and grabbed a pen and pad of paper. She handed it to her. The young girl wrote out her name and phone number. She handed it back to Susan.

“Mary Monroe.” Susan read off the pad. “Thank you Mary. I’m not sure how soon it will be, but I will give you a call.”

“Okay, thanks.” Mary said, turning and walking down the stairs.

Susan closed the door and set the pad and pen back on the counter. She walked over to the kitchen table. “How is your project coming Jody?”

Jody slowing looked up. The delivery girl was gone. Thank god. “Uhmm. Good. I’m almost finished.”

“That’s great. You sure are a hard worker! You can finish it, after supper.”  Susan said, as she ruffled Jody’s hair.

Jody smiled at that. She had worked hard. Maybe this was just a little test that Dr. Wells was giving her. Maybe, she just wanted to see how she worked. That made sense. She was going to be working for Dr. Wells, starting tomorrow. “Thanks.” she said, proudly.

Susan sat down and Kim brought the pizza and garlic bread over, sitting it in the middle of the table. Kim opened both boxes. She took out a piece of garlic bread and placed it on Jody’s plate. Jody picked up the bread and was just about to take a bite. Something happened and Jody became worried and her hand shock a little.   She looked down at her t-shirt. She was afraid of spilling something on it. She set the bread back down. She looked at Kim. She didn’t know what to say, so she just pointed at  her t-shirt.

“Ohhh. I’m sorry honey. I forgot.” Kim went and grabbed the pink bib. She returned and tied it around Jody’s neck. “Scared you might spill? Thank you for reminding me.”

Once the bib covered Jody’s shirt, she relaxed. “Yes.”  The fear of spilling seemed to disappear. She picked up her bread and took a bite. Jody on her knees, resting her diapered bum on her heels enjoyed the garlic bread. Taking a drink of water, after finishing her bread, making sure to use both hands to pick up the plastic cup, her bladder released. Jody set her cup down and looked down at her diaper. No thought of using the potty entered her mind this time. She looked up at Kim, then Dr. Wells. Should she say something about being wet? Maybe, but how? Should she  just come out and say it? As she was having this argument with herself,  Kim placed a piece of pizza on her plate. It was not like her diaper was uncomfortable, so was there really any reason to bring attention to the fact she was wet? Maybe, after she was done eating, she would say something. She picked up her pizza and continued to eat.

Susan thought about the study she had read. She could tell that Jody become scared to eat without her bib. She could tell by her actions. Susan wondered if she was giving Jody too much medication. Jody had wet her diaper earlier and had not said a word about it. She would love to find out, how Jody’s thought process was working. It seemed that the fear of the potty or spilling was over taking over. Was she just doing what ever she could to stop the fears from entering her mind? Susan figured she should start writing down her observations. It might come in handy later on.

Kim noticed Jody looking down at her diaper when she placed the pizza on her plate. She smiled, knowing a diaper change would be coming soon and she could hardly wait.

Jody ended up eating three pieces of pizza and another piece of garlic bread. She had drank two cups of water and was feeling very full.

“Would you like ice cream for dessert?” Susan asked.

Jody placed her hand on her belly. “I’m full. I don’t think I could eat anymore.”

Susan smiled as Jody rubbed her belly. She looked so cute wearing her Dora bib and diaper. “After then. You want to go back to your project?”

“Yes.” Jody said, really wanting to get back to finishing up her work.

“Okay.” Susan stood and walked behind Jody. She untied her bib, placing it on the table. She took Jody’s hand and helped her off her chair. Once Jody was standing on the floor, Susan did not need to check her diaper, as she could see that it was very wet now. “Let’s wash your face and hands before you go back to your project. We wouldn’t want it to get ruined.”

Jody let Dr. Wells led her to the kitchen sink. Susan wet a cloth and cleaned Jody’s face and hands. “Okay. We will be out there shortly. Have fun.”

Jody  waddled towards the family room. Her wet diaper moved back and forth more then before. She stopped after a few steps. She turned and was going to say something about her wet diaper, but she couldn’t  find the words. She became nervous and quickly put her head down. She turned back around and waddled quickly towards the family room.

Kim and Susan watched as Jody waddled away. Her diaper noticeably wet. They looked at each other. Susan waited for Jody to get into the family room before saying, “I think our little girl needs a diaper change.”

“Should I go change her?”

“She is going to need a bath after that poppy pull-up earlier. Let her finish colouring.”

“She is going to be upset about going into the bathroom and seeing the potty.”

Susan giggled, “Okay, I will tell you why I got her to colour on that box. I figured if we put that up around the potty, then she would have no problem going in for a bath.”

Kim looked stunned. “Oh my god! What a great idea Susan!”

“I thought so.” Susan said, still giggling a little. “Every once in a while, I believe it might get moved, just to remind her of the big scary potty.”

“That’s such a good idea. When did you come up with that?” Kim asked.

“I just thought about it when you went to wake her up from her nap.”

“Well, you’re brilliant.” Kim said, moving  towards Susan and giving her a big hug and kiss. “I think I will go back out and watch over our little girl.” Kim turned and walked towards the family room.

Jody was colouring away when Kim returned to the couch. Jody never heard Kim come in. She was too busy working on her project, trying to get in finished. After all that has happened, she at the least could show Dr. Wells, she was a good worker.

Susan cleaned up the kitchen and went back out with Kim. It was not long after that that Jody pushed herself to her knees and looked over her picture. The red farm house and red barn looked good. The many cows in the green field might be a little oversized, but Jody thought it looked great. After looking it over one last time she turned around and with excitement in her voice she said, “I’m finished.”

Kim and Susan stood and walked over. They both looked down at the picture. It wasn’t to bad. Not sure if anyone would ever thing a adult had done it, but that was okay. After the delivery girl asked if they needed a babysitter, they were not to worried about anyone thinking Jody was a adult anyway.

Susan was the first to speak. “That is really, really good Jody.”

“It is really good.” Kim added.

Jody was happy. She grinned and felt very proud. “Thank you. It was fun.”

Susan knelt down and picked Jody up onto her feet. Her diaper sagged. “You stay here with Kim and wait for me to call you, Okay.”

“Okay.”

Susan picked up the big box and took it away. Jody watched closely as Dr. Wells and her picture disappeared, wondering what was going on.  Jody looked up at Kim. Kim knew where Susan was going and figured this was a good time to see how Jody would react to a diaper check. Kim bent down and placed her hand on the front of Jody’s diaper.

“I think you need a diaper change sweetie.”

Jody lowered her head and said nothing.

“That’s okay sweetie. It’s much better then using that big scary potty, isn’t?

Jody nodded her head slowly. It was hard to admit, but some how, some where in her thoughts,  it was much better.

“I know. You just let Dr. Wells or myself look after your diaper. You have been such a good girl all day. You never once, asked for anything. We like that.”

Jody was a little worried Kim might be upset. After all she was wearing a very wet diaper. Jody lifted her head up. “I…didn’t know what to say.”

Kim brought Jody in for a hug. She patted her diapered bum. “That’s okay honey. Don’t you worry about it.” Kim let go of Jody then stood. She recached over Jody and pulled the back of her diaper out. “You’re not stinky are you?”

Quickly, Jody said, “Noooo.”

Kim placed her hands on Jody’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes.  “But it would be okay if you were. Right?” I just needed to check. Is that okay?”

Jody closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Kim. “I guess.”

“Would you rather use the big scary potty or have me or Dr. Wells look after your diaper?”

It was no contest for Jody. She had hardly thought about that stupid scary potty all afternoon. Now thinking about it made her upset. She wanted to say something more but all she said was, “Diaper.”

“That’s a good girl. The diapers are soft and comfortable aren’t they?

Jody did think at the moment that they were soft or comfortable, but a new one would be better. “There okay.”

Susan came back into the family room. “Okay. Everything is ready.”

Kim took Jody’s hand and they followed Susan. Susan stopped in front of the bathroom door. “Close your eye’s Jody.”

Jody got a little nervous and moved right beside Kim. She didn’t want to have anything to do with the bathroom.

“It’s going to be okay Jody. I promise.” Susan said, holding her hand on the bathroom door knob.

Jody closed her eyes, but not so tight that she could not see. She felt Kim place her hand on her back. Susan opened the bathroom door and Kim gave Jody a little push towards it. Jody’s eyes closed tight at this point.

“Okay sweetie. You can open your eyes.”

Jody opened only one eye and when she saw her picture she quickly opened the other.

“Isn’t this great Jody. You covered up, that big, scary potty with your excellent picture.” Susan said.

Jody took a step closer. Her picture went from the far wall and bent around. It blocked the potty completely. Jody was so excited she could no longer see the big, scary potty that she jumped up and yelled, “Thank you.” She tuned and gave Susan a big hug. Susan picked up Jody and placed her on her hip.

“I told you, you would like it.” Susan said, giving Jody a few bounces on her hip.

“I do. I really do.” Jody screamed out.

Kim made her way past Susan and Jody. She plugged the tub and turned the water on. Kim added some bubble bath.  “How about a nice bath?”

“I think that is a good idea. Don’t you Jody?”

Jody was so excited she could no longer she the potty, she would have agreed to anything. “Okay.”

Susan stood Jody on the floor. Jody toddled over to Kim, not taking her eyes off her picture.

Kim took Jody’s t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it up over her head. She let Jody stand there in nothing but her sagging diaper. Jody was still looking at her picture, so happy that she no longer could see the big, scary potty. Kim let her stand there, waiting for the tub to fill. Kim finally bent down and turned Jody so that she was facing her. She pulled the top two tapes, then the bottom two. She then  pulled the very wet diaper out from between Jody’s legs and rolled it up. She picked Jody up and lifted her over the side of the tub. Jody stood in the tub getting a look look at her picture. “Sit on your bum, sweetie.” Kim said.

Jody slowly  sat down in the water. Bubbles came up to her neck. The water felt great and Jody never stopped smiling, looking at her picture.

“You really like your picture?” Kim asked like she was taking to a three year old, as she washed Jody’s back.

Jody paid no attention to the fact that Kim was bathing her or talking to her like she was a little child. “Yes I do.”

“How many cows did you draw baby?”

Jody started to count the cows. “Six.” she said like it was the best thing ever.

“Wow. Six. That’s great. How many horses did you draw?”

Jody counted the horses. “Four.”

Kim kept using the wash clothe on Jody and asking questions that would be more suit if Jody was starting daycare in the morning. “So how many is that total?”

“Ten.”

“Wow. Ten. You’re so smart.”

“I saw that farm house on my way here on the bus.” Jody stated.

Kim took Jody by the arm and lifted her up. She placed the wash cloth between Jody’s legs. “You did. You’re so glad you came, aren’t you baby.”

Jody had to think about that question. She had mixed feelings. She was excited to start a new job, but somethings were just not right. She finally took her eyes off of the picture and looked down at Kim’s hand that was between her legs. “I can do that.” she said, recaching for the wash cloth.

Kim stopped washing Jody as they both held onto the cloth. “You can do what baby?”

“I….I can take a bath by myself.”

“Ohh. I’m sure you can, but I thought you wanted to look at your picture, so I was just helping you.”

“I do, but…..” Jody’s emotions were all over. Upset she was being bathed. Excited about her picture and what it was covering. “….I’m a adult.”

Kim let go of the wash cloth, letting Jody take it. She made the sadist face she could muster. “I’m sorry Jody. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m so sorry.” Kim tried to make  some tears, but she couldn’t.

Jody could tell right away that Kim was upset. She wasn’t intending to upset her. Jody was just trying to say, she wasn’t some little kid. Jody now felt bad. “I’m sorry Kim. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Kim keeping up the act. “It’s okay. Even though I changed your poppy pants and don’t tell Dr. Wells that you peed in the bed.” She stopped and got up from her knees. “I will leave.”

Hearing Kim say those things made Jody feel, less adult. She had done those things. Things a child would do.  Jody brought the wash cloth up to her face and started to cry. No wonder Kim thought she should have to give her a bath. It’s not Kim’s fault. It’s hers. Before Kim got to the doorway, Jody yelled, “It’s okay. Come back.”

Kim held back her smile and turned around. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I’m not. I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry, its just…..” Jody was stuck for words. She wiped her face with the cloth and held it up.

Kim knelt back down and took the cloth. She set in on the side of the tub. Kim place one hand on the front of Jody and the other on her back. “Let’s wash that pretty hair.” She pushed Jody forward and then leaned her back. Keeping her hand on Jody’s back, she dunked  Jody’s hair in the water. Sitting her back up, Kim took the Johnston’s baby shampoo and squeezed a good amount  on her hair. Kim lathered up Jody’s hair with the shampoo. Repeating the process, Kim rinsed the shampoo out of Jody’s hair.

Jody let Kim do what ever she wanted. She was trying to think of ways to convey to Kim that she was not a child, without making her upset. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. How could she say she wasn’t a child after what she has done.

“All done sweetie.” Kim said, as she pushed the plug in the tub. ” Kim picked Jody up, lifting her over the side of the tub. Jody stood on the bath mat, letting Kim use a big fluffy towel to dry her off. It wasn’t long and Kim wrapped the towel around her. Kim picked her up. “You don’t want to try and use the potty, do you?”

Jody buried her head into Kim shoulder. “Noooo.”

“Okay. Let’s go get you ready for bed then. Maybe get some ice cream after.” Kim said, with a smile.

Jody kept her head up against Kim shoulder as Kim walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. Kim took Jody  to the change table and laid her down. She went to the closest and took out a diaper and a bottle of baby powder. Jody laid on the table wrapped in the towel. She picked her head up, so that she could she what Kim was doing. When she saw the diaper in Kim’s hand she let her head back down and closed her eyes.

Story is written by neverdry

Lucky Chapter 4

This story is written by neverdry

Miss Henry carried the sobbing girl into the upstairs bathroom. Taylor let out little noises  with every step Miss Henry took. Her very sore bottom  was resting on Miss Henry’s arm. Taylor looked around the bathroom as Miss Henry leaned down and turned the faucet on. Miss Henry popped the top on the baby shampoo and put some under the running water. Bubbles soon formed on the top of the water.

Taylor tried to say something, anything, but she could not get any words out. Miss Henry let Taylor down. Taylor stood beside the tub, reaching around to rub her bottom.

“Okay. In you go honey.” Miss Henry said, taking Taylor’s hand.

“Please….You don’t understand. I’m….I’m eighteen.”

Miss Henry took her free hand and brought it down onto Taylor’s bottom. SWAT!. “Enough of your nonsense. I’m not going to listen to this for the next month.”

Taylor let out a screech, as her already sore backside took another spank. “Please….Just call my Daddy. He will tell you.”

Miss Henry knelt down in front of Taylor. “We can’t call your Daddy right now. Maybe, if you start to act like a proper eleven year old, things would go much better for you.”

Taylor’s eye’s went wide. “Eleven….I’m not eleven. I’m really eighteen. Please.”

Swat! Miss Henry brought her hand down once again. “That’s enough” Miss Henry said, standing back up and letting go of Taylor’s hand. She picked Taylor up and lifted her into the tub. “Sit on your bum.”

Taylor looked up at Miss Henry. Her right hand rubbing her bottom, trying to sooth it. Miss Henry got on her knees. “On your bum, please.”

Taylor felt the tears running down her cheeks. Her butt was on fire. “Please…..Miss Henry.”

SWAT! Miss Henry spanked Taylor again. “How many spankings is it going to take? Now be a good girl and sit on your bum before you fall.”

Taylor almost did fall when she received yet another swat on her bottom. If Miss Henry had not been holding onto her arm, she most likely would have fallen. Taylor slowing starting sitting. When her bum hit the bottom of the tub, she winched.

Miss Henry took a wash cloth and dipped it into the water. She poured some baby shampoo onto the cloth and rubbed it together. Miss Henry started rubbing Taylor’s back with the wash cloth. When she got down to her lower back, she gently lifted Taylor up just enough  by the arm and used the wash cloth to clean Taylor’s bum. Taylor cried a little harder when Miss  Henry washed her bottom.

Once Taylor was back sitting, she rubbed some of the tears out of her eyes and stopped crying enough to say, “I’m not a baby. Please, you need to stop this.”

Miss Henry brought the washcloth up to Taylor’s face and went to work. “No, you are not a baby dear and I should not have to bathe a eleven year old. So, once I’m done with your face you can show me how a big eleven year girl can wash herself. If you prove to me that you can do it properly, then Nanny will just watch you.”

Miss Henry let the cloth down into the water and then rung it out. Taylor’s face was covered with baby shampoo. She was afraid to open her eyes, in fear of getting soap in them.

“Here is the cloth dear. Show Nanny what a big girl you can be.” Miss Henry said, setting the washcloth into Taylor’s hand.

Taylor quickly brought the washcloth up to her face and rubbed, praying she had gotten rid of the shampoo. She opened her eyes slowly. She looked at Miss Henry.

“Very good dear. Now show Nanny what else needs to be washed.”

Taylor wanted to say something, but she did not think her butt could take another spank.  Taylor put the cloth into the water, then brought it back out and rung out some water.  She starred at the washcloth for a few seconds.  She could not bring herself to start washing herself with Miss Henry right beside her. How could she? She was eighteen. She was sitting in the bathtub, getting praised like she was a toddler that had just washed her face by herself for the first time.  Something came over Taylor and she snapped. She raised her arm up and threw the washcloth down into the water. “Leave me alone!” she screamed. “Im not doing this. I’m eighteen freaking years old.”

Before Taylor had finished her sentence,  Miss Henry stood up and grabbed Taylor’s arm, lifting her up. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Miss Henry landed three very hard blows to Taylor’s bottom. Miss Henry then took Taylor by both arms and turned her so that she was facing her. Taylor started sobbing uncontrollably.

“You dear do not seem to get it. You listen and you listen good.” Miss Henry yelled. “You are going to repeat after me. I’m eleven years old.”

Taylor was sobbing.  Tears filled her eyes so much she could barely see. Miss Henry had a hold of both her arms and she was squeezing them, they started to hurt.  She was scared. very scared. Taylor had never been confronted and treated like this by anyone, ever before.  All of a sudden her bladder let loose without any warning what so ever. She could hear her pee flowing into the water below.

“Oh dear.” Miss Henry said, noticing Taylor peeing into the tub. Miss Henry’s tone changed instantly . She started to feel sorry for Taylor. She never wanted to be the mean Nanny.  “I guess that is the end of your bath. We will try again tomorrow honey.”

Miss Henry pulled the plug on the tub, turned on the facet and picked the washcloth out of the bath water. She held Taylor’s one arm and placed the washcloth under the running water. She then placed the cloth on the side of the tub and  then picked Taylor up from under her arms. She stood  her on the bathmat. Miss Henry rung out the washcloth, then proceeded to use it on Taylor, rubbing it down her legs and over her private parts.

Taylor stood feeling Miss Henry use the cloth on her most sensitive part. She looked down but it was hard to focus,  her vision was so blurry from all the tears.  Taylor was scared and upset. She could not believe her bladder had let go with out any warning at all. She started to  feel  like a little girl at this point.  The more she thought about it,  the more the tears flowed.

Miss Henry wrapped a towel around Taylor and started to dry her off. Once she was somewhat dry Miss Henry picked her up with the towel still around her. “Come on honey. Let’s go get you dressed.”

Taylor said nothing as she was carried through the door and into her bedroom. She could not withstand another spanking. She would just let Miss Henry do whatever and she would figure out how to get a hold of her Daddy. Then this would soon be over.

This story is written by neverdry

Bath Time

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Draw by pichu90

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16961232/

Here we have three cute Pichus that is tacking a bath together and it looks like they have a fun time to when they splashing water on each other.