Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson

by: d2og | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 7, 2018


Chapter 4
Part 4


Chapter Description: Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Elizabeth finds herself now too young to even be attending school. Rachel makes good on her promise and comes over to babysit the regressed Elizabeth. Will Rachel finally let Elizabeth go, thinking her lesson has been learned; or will she only be satisfied once Elizabeth is back in diapers permanently?


After the brought Elizabeth back to her classroom, Megan left to get back to her own class; leaving Elizabeth in the hands of Rachel. She was still teary eyed as Rachel brought her into the back of the classroom and pulled out the plastic bag that had a fresh change of clothes. Elizabeth allowed herself to be stripped free of her wet clothes and didn"€™t bother to cover herself up as she waited for Rachel to dress her. Rachel grinned from ear to ear as she pulled out a pair of pastel yellow panties decorated with cats and stretched them out in front of Elizabeth. Elizabeth stepped into them and allowed Rachel to pull them up for her. Next, Rachel dressed her in a tight pink-t-shirt with puffy cap-sleeves and a pair of matching pink shorts with an elastic waistband. Once she was dressed, Elizabeth began to wander out of the room and away from Elizabeth, eager to get the rest of her humiliating day over with.

Rachel grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. She patted Elizabeth on the head and cooed to her, "€œPoor baby. It must have been so embarrassing to wet yourself in front of everyone like that. Especially since you seem to think that you"€™re an adult. It"€™d be so much easier if you gave up on that fantasy."€

"€œStop making fun of meeeeee"€¦"€, Elizabeth whined.

"€œAlright. I forget how often little girls cry at things. Just remember sweetheart, your mommy didn"€™t pack you another pair of clothes. You wet your panties again and I"€™ll have to find something else for you to wear, understand?"€

Elizabeth nodded her head and went out into the main part of her classroom. Her class had already arrived and were sitting patiently, listening to the teacher. Elizabeth had no desire to continue on with her day as a kindergartner, especially with everyone eager to make fun of her for her wetting herself, but she refused to spend another second around Rachel.

Much as she expected, her classmates spent the day calling her a baby and giving her wedgies to see if the "€˜big kid"€™ that had brought her to class had put her back in diapers. Mrs. Wilkens did her best to keep the kids from bullying her, but it only worsened the situation. When the day came to a close, Elizabeth was almost happy to head back home to her early bedtime and her toys. That was until she saw Rachel waiting for her at the door.

"€œDo you need to go potty before I walk you to your mommy?"€, Rachel asked, clearly trying to get a rise out of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth ignored the question and walked in the direction she thought the car rider line was. "€œWrong way little girl,"€ Rachel called. She quickly caught up to Elizabeth and grabbed her by the hand. From there she was able to easily drag her in the right direction. Only Elizabeth just wasn"€™t going to have it.

"€œLet me go! Y-You meanie! I hate you! I"€™m not a baby and you keep making everybody think I am. It"€™s not fair!"€, Elizabeth screamed. She kicked at Rachel"€™s legs and swung her arms to get free of Rachel"€™s grasp. Rachel "€˜tsked"€™ down to her, "€œSuch naughty behavior. Do you really want me to tell your mommy that you threw a little temper tantrum in addition to you wetting yourself on stage today. You"€™re the one making everyone think you"€™re a baby, Lizzy."€

Elizabeth wouldn"€™t listen to her and began to smack at Rachel"€™s arm to get her off of her. To Rachel, it was hardly a challenge to keep Elizabeth right where she was. "€œAlright little girl, I warned you."€ Rachel reached down behind Elizabeth and yanked her shorts down by the waistband. Elizabeth gasped as the shorts hit her ankles and her cutesy kitty-cat underwear was left on display to everyone. "€œNo, no, no! I"€™m sorry Rachel. Don-Don"€™t spank me please!"€

SMACK

"€œHow many times are you going to misbehave yourself, Lizzy?"€

SMACK

"€œYou"€™ve been such a naughty girl lately!"€

SMACK

By the third smack to her butt, Elizabeth was sobbing. She buried her head in Rachel"€™s chest to keep herself from seeing everyone watch her getting spanked. She blubbered like a baby as Rachel continued to discipline her and hardly noticed the sound of Rachel snapping her fingers right before the last spank.

SMACK

hisssssssssss"€¦

Elizabeth"€™s crying stopped for a brief moment as she looked down between her legs and saw the front of her panties dampen with urine. No matter how much she tried to hold it in, it just kept coming until it leaked out the side of her panties, dripped down her thighs, and collected in a puddle at her feet.

"€œWAHHHHHHHHHHH!"€, Elizabeth was inconsolable at this point. Completely humiliated, she could only cover her face in shame as Rachel dragged her by the hand into a nearby restroom. She nearly tripped over the shorts around her ankles as she walked, but was kept on her feet by Rachel. Elizabeth whimpered as the other girls in the bathroom watched them walk into a stall and close the door behind them. Rachel sat her on the toilet and stripped her of her wet panties, shorts, socks, and shoes.

"€œRemember what I said about keeping dry? Now all you"€™ve got to wear is this."€, Rachel said as she pulled a winnie the pooh pull-up free of Elizabeth"€™s backpack.

"€œNoooooooo! You have powers! You can fix it! Give me my big girl panties backkkkkk!"€, Elizabeth said inbetween sobs.

"€œAfter you wet yourself twice in one day? I don"€™t think you can be trusted in big girl panties anymore. I"€™m sure your mommy will agree when I tell her about this that she should keep you in pull-ups until you can keep them dry for a day."€, Rachel said, sounding more and more like Elizabeth"€™s babysitter.

It took some convincing and threat of more spankings before Elizabeth resigned herself to being put back in pull-ups. She was still crying as Rachel dressed her in a fresh pair of shorts that were far too small to keep the waistband of Elizabeth"€™s pull-ups hidden from view.

The walk to the her mother"€™s car, was one of the most humiliating moments in her life. Even if those around her had managed not to see her get spanked and wet herself in the hallway not ten minutes prior, her pull-up was extremely obvious. She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked as she approached her mom: her hair in pigtails, her shoes lighting up with each step, and walking with a slight waddle as she got adjusted to the feeling of the pull-ups padding between her legs.

"€œHey Mrs. Turner, sorry we"€™re late. Lizzy has been quite the handful today."€, Rachel said as she handed Elizabeth off to her mom.

Elizabeth shied away from her mother and clambered up into her booster seat before her mother could add to the soreness of her butt. "€œWhat did she do now? I can see she"€™s wearing pull-ups. Did she have another accident?"€

"€œTwo actually. One of them was while I was spanking her for kicking and screaming as I tried to get her here."€

"€œElizabeth Turner I swear what has gotten into you lately?!"€, her mother called back to her, then to Rachel she said, "€œI"€™m so sorry. She"€™s been such trouble lately."€

Annoyed, Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at Rachel and spoke up, "€œI"€™m right here you know! She put me in pull-ups! That"€™s not nice!"€

Her mother sighed and looked as if she might grab Elizabeth from the car, but Rachel stopped her, "€œLet me talk to her. I know she"€™s being a pain, but she"€™s just mad at me."€

"€œAlright. The quicker I"€™m out of here the better."€

Rachel leaned into the car and adjusted the strap on Elizabeth"€™s booster seat. "€œYou should behave yourself a bit better, and be thankful you"€™re not in diapers yet."€

Elizabeth scowled at her, "€œI"€™m a big girl! I"€™ll keep my pull-ups dry and mommy will put me back in big girl panties."€

"€œPut you back in them?"€, Rachel asked. She held her hand in front of Elizabeth and snapped her fingers. "€œWhat makes you think you"€™re even old enough for them? After all, you"€™re just here to see your big sister. You"€™re way too young for school, aren"€™t you?"€

Elizabeth gasped as she felt herself rise off the booster seat. All around her, the purple plastic of her seat expanded, rose, and changed color until she was cradled in the soft embrace of a large pink carseat sized perfectly to fit her. She squirmed in the seat, but was helpless to the straps and buckles that kept her firmly in place.

"€œWha-Wha did you do? Let me go! Y-You poopyhead!"€, Elizabeth yelled.

Poopyhead?! Poopyhead?! Wha- happened to my big girl words"€¦?, she was left to wonder.

"€œLanguage Lizzy, that"€™s not very nice."€, her mother called from outside the car.

"€œBuh-but mommy! Rachel’s nah being nice!"€, Elizabeth responded.

Rachel grinned as she stepped further into the car. "€œPull-ups, a car seat? You"€™re not looking so grown up Lizzy. What"€™s next? Oh...a new set of clothes usually does the trick."€ Rachel snapped her fingers again. Elizabeth watched as her shorts and shirt stretched and fused into a pastel yellow dress. The waist of the outfit rose to just below her breasts, the front was decorated with a duck, and a row of three bright yellow buttons went down the collar. A pink strap appeared off the chest of the dress with a large matching pacifier attached to it. The velcro light-up sneakers Elizabeth had grown to enjoy shifted and turned into a pair of white slip-on flats. As a final touch, Rachel replaced the hair-ties in Elizabeth"€™s pigtails with yellow lace ribbon.

"€œThere. Now mommy"€™s precious little girl looks the part!"€, Rachel teased. Elizabeth could barely keep herself from crying as she looked over herself. It was only her disdain for Rachel and her desire to once again be the adult she was, that kept her from wailing.

"€œI"€™m not a baby! Y-You did dis ta me. An-an I"€™ll get outta dis! You can dwess me wike a baby, but you can"€™t make me ack like one!"€

Rachel cooed down to Elizabeth and pinched her cheeks. "€œFace it Elizabeth. You can"€™t help but be a baby."€ Rachel grabbed the pacifier and stuffed it in Elizabeth"€™s mouth. "€œTsk, tsk. You"€™re in pullups now, Lizzy. Aren"€™t you a little big for your paci?"€

Elizabeth scowled at Rachel. She pushed her cheeks out in an attempt to rid herself of the pacifier only to have her mouth pull it back in. The more she struggled, the more her mouth moved until she was actively sucking on the pacifier. She tried to use her hands to pull it out, but it wouldn"€™t budge.

Why won"€™t it move! She"€™s making me suck on a paci! I"€™m nah doin it. I"€™m nah a baby! I"€™m a big guwl...a...a big guwl"€¦

The pacifier quickly began to calm Elizabeth as the began to suckle at the pacifier in rhythm. Her hands dropped down to her sides and even the drool dripping down from her chin and onto her breasts was not enough to keep her from falling asleep.

"€œOh ho ho...well what do you know, Mrs. Turner. You were right. Just stick her paci in and she"€™s out like a light."€, then Rachel turned back to Elizabeth and kissed her gently on the forehead, "€œNigh nigh Lizzy. Have fun with mommy and daddy. I"€™ll be by later to continue our fun."€

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Elizabeth had slept soundly on the ride back. So comfortable was she in her car seat and sucking on her pacifier, that she was hardly stirred until they arrived home and her mother picked her up out of the seat. It was disorienting for her at first; to be carried inside in her mother"€™s arms like a child, but Elizabeth had to admit that it was nice to not have to do as much for herself. Her mother walked her from the car, through the house, and to the bathroom. She set Elizabeth down and motioned for her to go, "€œAlright pumpkin, time to go potty."€

"€œOkay mommy"€¦"€, Elizabeth said, still speaking around her pacifier and hardly concerned with her choice of words. She walked forward and made to sit down on the toilet only to have her mother gently guide her away from it, "€œNo, no, no sweetheart. Here let mommy help."€ Elizabeth"€™s mom gently lifted the hem of her dress with one hand and gently tugged down her pull-ups with the other. She pulled Elizabeth to the side and directed her toward a pink plastic training potty next to the bathtub.

"€œA twainin poddy?!"€, Elizabeth asked bewildered.

Am I really gonna let my mommy make me use a training potty"€¦? Elizabeth asked herself. She looked forward and got a glimpse of herself in the mirror: a young woman in her twenties, her hair pulled back with ribbon into pigtails, her mommy holding up the skirt of her frilly ducky dress, and her Winnie the Pooh pull-ups tugged down around her knees. She looked and felt ridiculous, but part of her suddenly felt as if the image just reaffirmed why she should be using the training potty.

"€œYes, sweetie. Now come on."€, her mother reassured her. Elizabeth whimpered a little, but allowed her mother to press her down into the seat. Part of Elizabeth could hardly believe it; hardly a week ago, she had been perfectly capable of going to the restroom by herself and now she was back in pull-ups and actively feeling like a big-girl when her mommy trusted her to use the training potty.

After almost a minute of waiting, the first few spurts of urine sounded from inside the potty and her mother praised her for the accomplishment, "€œGood girl, Lizzy! Using the potty like a big girl!"€ Elizabeth couldn"€™t help but smile.

Then, a voice called from just outside the door, "€œMom? Can I use your bathroom. Dad"€™s in mine."€

"€œOf course Megan, come on in."€, their mother replied.

Megan entered the room, pulled her pants and underwear down, and placed herself on the actual toilet next to Elizabeth and her plastic potty. As Elizabeth watched her, once younger, sister use the bathroom without any help from their mom at all, the accomplishment she felt from using her potty suddenly disappeared.

I"€™m just a big baby now! She doesn"€™t even need mommy to check her panties to see if they"€™re wet...or-or help her pull her undies down so she can sit on the potty! It"€™s not fair...I"€™m s"€™ppose"€™d ta be the big guwl"€¦

Sensing Elizabeth"€™s mood, her mom spoke up, "€œLook at my two beautiful girls both using the bathroom! No babies here, huh Megan?"€

Megan laughed and tousled Elizabeth"€™s hair. "€œYup! Lizzy"€™s such a big girl!"€, Megan said. Then, after wiping herself and pulling her pants back up, Megan continued, "€œOh! Can I help her mom? When she"€™s done, I mean?"€

"€œOf course! I"€™m sure she"€™d love to have her big sister help her. Here I think she"€™s almost done."€

Elizabeth yelped as her sister grabbed her by the armpits and easily lifted her up. Her face burned a bright red as her kid sister reached behind her and helped wipe her clean. She sucked quietly on her pacifier, to embarrassed to say anything as Megan finished cleaning her and pulled her pull-ups back up.

"€œYou"€™ll make a great mom someday, Megan."€, their mom said.

"€œDoes that mean I can babysit Lizzy tonight?"€, Megan asked.

"€œNo sweetheart. You"€™re not quite old enough yet. Maybe in a year or two. I"€™m sure you"€™ll have a much easier time when Lizzy is out of pull-ups and not so whiny."€ Elizabeth"€™s mom spoke of her as if she was hardly there; then again, Elizabeth was hardly paying attention. Now more than ever, Elizabeth was having a hard time focusing. As embarrassing and humiliating everything was; in her mentally regressed state, Elizabeth was more likely to cry at falling on her butt than she was at some words hurting her feelings. Everything around her was distracting. Even as her mother and Megan walked her by the hands back to the living room, Elizabeth was hardly paying attention to them discussing her being a toddler or in pull-ups. Elizabeth was too busy looking at the toys that were scattered on the living room floor or the colorful pattern of the dress she was wearing.

More easy to manage that ever, Elizabeth was walked over to a large pink playpen full of toys and lined with a large, fluffy blanket. Distracted by the colorful pictures on the T.V., Elizabeth allowed herself to be placed inside without a fight. She spent the next few hours playing with her toys and completely forgetting that she was, in reality, a grown woman. It wasn"€™t until she heard a knock at the door followed by Rachel"€™s voice that she suddenly remembered that she should not be content with being the toddler Rachel had turned her into.

"€œDon"€™t worry Mr. and Mrs. Turner. I know Lizzy can be a handful, but I"€™m used to her antics. I"€™m sure I"€™ll have her all tuckered out and in bed before it even gets dark."€, Elizabeth could hear her say.

Oh no! S-She"€™s gonna see me in my playpen...wif my stuffies...an-an my dollies...I-I"€™m not a dumb baby! I-I gotta get outta here!

Elizabeth could hear her parents approach with Rachel from the front door. Any moment they would turn the corner and Rachel would be able to see her looking completely content with being put back in pull-ups and given a pacifier to suck on. Elizabeth could feel herself panic; while a small side of her felt content to stay where she was. Elizabeth wondered if it was the spell making her feel so strangely, or if she was just beginning to feel normal being babied.

Unsure if it would even let her, Elizabeth did her best to force the pacifier out of her mouth. It came out far easier than she expected, but almost immediately she felt upset not having it in her mouth to suckle on. She fought through the desire to cry and stood. Her legs wavered for a moment and Elizabeth was concerned that she had forgotten how to walk. Once she was sure of her balance, she swung her leg over the side of the playpen and stepped out.

Almost immediately, Elizabeth lost her balance and fell face-first in front of the T.V.. Rachel and her parents came running as soon as they heard the THUD of Elizabeth hitting the ground. Rachel grinned from ear to ear as she turned the corner to see Elizabeth sprawled on the floor in the living room, her lip trembling as she fought to keep from crying, and her dress flipped over her back leaving her pull-ups exposed to the room.

Nooooooooo...she can"€™t see me like dissssss!

"€œWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"€, Elizabeth cried. Rachel watched Elizabeth"€™s parents rush to her and try and console the overgrown toddler. Elizabeth buried her head in her mother"€™s chest, her tears and drool getting all over the dress she had just put on. She continued to cry until her mother gently lifted her up to face Rachel, who then put Elizabeth"€™s pacifier back in her mouth. Elizabeth was unsure of what was more embarrassing: that she immediately stopped crying, or that she had no desire to spit her pacifier out.

"€œI"€™m so sorry. She just got drool all over my dress. Would you mind holding onto her for one second while I get changed, Rachel?"€, Elizabeth"€™s mother asked.

"€œI don"€™t mind at all!"€, Rachel replied, a devilish grin on her face.

Elizabeth"€™s parents exited the room and with Megan having gone to her room to do her homework, this left her alone and helpless in Rachel"€™s lap on the floor. "€œAren"€™t you just so precious?! Sucking on your paci, crying when you fall down; are you even trying to pretend that you want to be an adult again? It looks like you"€™re taking to your new life well. Guess I did you a favor, huh?"€

"€œNuh-uh! I don wike bein"€™ a baby! I"€™m a grown-up!"€, Elizabeth replied. She squirmed in Rachel"€™s arms until the girl let her go; moreso out of interest in what she might do, rather than actually struggling to keep her in her lap. Elizabeth stood and on shaky legs and did her best to adjust her dress and feel like an adult. Rachel only found this more amusing.

"€œWha"€™s so funny! Don"€™t waff a- me!"€, Elizabeth said, angry.

"€œYou use to be a highschool teacher, Lizzy. Now you can barely form a full sentence. Whether you like it or not, you"€™re just a little baby now Lizzy."€

"€œThas nah twue! Imma big guwl...I can-I can, use the potty! An-an I can walk! An-an"€¦"€, Elizabeth said, at a loss for words as she began to fixate more on the pacifier she had been talking around this whole time.

"€œAlright big girl. Can you sing your ABC"€™s?"€, Rachel asked.

"€œDuh! Thas eathy...uh..A...B...C...um...elemenopee"€¦"€

"€œOh that is too cute! Good job Lizzy! You sure proved me wrong. And can you tell me what "€˜2 + 2"€™ is?"€

Elizabeth beamed at the praise from Rachel, "€œTwo pwuth two ith...two-two!"€

"€œWow! You are so smart Lizzy! Forget what I said, you could probably go back to teaching right now. I"€™m sure your students wouldn"€™t mind checking to see if you"€™re wet and keeping you busy with coloring books."€, Rachel teased.

"€œFank oou! I wike teach--heyyyy wai- a minuh"€¦"€, Elizabeth said, finally catching onto Rachel"€™s sarcasm, "€œYou"€™re a meanie! I"€™m gonna tell mommy all about you!"€ Elizabeth made to run to her parents room, certain that whatever argument she could piece together with her partially regressed mind would be enough to convince her parents and to someone fix what Rachel had done. "€œMOMMY! DADDY!"€ Rachel watched Elizabeth toddle to the edge of the living room. As soon as Elizabeth"€™s parents appeared in the hallway in front of her, Rachel snapped her fingers.

Elizabeth stopped in her tracks as a sudden pressure in her stomach began to build. "€œWhat is it sweetie?"€, her mother asked.

"€œOh I know that look"€¦"€, her father said.

Without so much of a thought, Elizabeth blurted out, "€œI-I have to go poopy!"€ Elizabeth squatted and let her pacifier fall from her mouth as she farted.

FRRRRPTHHHHH

Elizabeth lifted her dress and grunted as she watched herself poop her pull-ups. Rachel could see the seat of Elizabeth"€™s pull-ups discolor and sag as she messed them. Then, after another snap from Rachel, Elizabeth"€™s knees wobbled as she fell backward onto her butt. Elizabeth gasped as she sat in her own mess.

"€œWha-wha-WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"€, Elizabeth burst into tears again.

"€œOh gosh...I knew she wasn"€™t ready for pull-ups."€, Elizabeth"€™s mother said with a sigh.

Rachel approached Elizabeth"€™s parents before they could begin to fuss over their sobbing daughter. "€œFinish getting dressed Mrs. Turner."€, then after seeing Megan poking her head out of her room, Rachel added, "€œI"€™m sure Megan would love to learn how to change a baby"€™s diapers."€ Megan perked up at this and looked to her mother. "€œOh alright. Elizabeth"€™s diapers are in my room."€

Rachel knelt next to Elizabeth and put the pacifier back in her mouth. "€œWhat was that about telling mommy? Once big sister gets back with your diapers, you"€™re officially a baby again. A big, dumb, silly baby that will need a babysitter at least once a week from now on!"€

I-I wanna be mad...buh tha paci makes me feel funny...I need to be a gwown up"€¦

Elizabeth did her best to scowl at Rachel, but that was quickly dealt with as Rachel lifted up her dress and tickled her exposed tummy. Elizabeth burst into a fit of giggles as Rachel pressed her lips to her belly and blew a raspberry. "€œLook at you, Lizzy! You"€™re a baby now. All I have to do is tickle you, put you in front of your toys, or bounce you on my knee and you"€™ll be like putty in my hands. Remember little girl, I"€™m in charge from now on."€

"€œI brought baby Lizzy"€™s diapers! Are you really gonna let me change her?!"€, Megan asked, excited.

"€œOf course! You"€™re her big sister. Now let"€™s get started."€

Elizabeth looked away in embarrassment as Rachel and her sister took her out of her pull-ups, cleaned her up, and put her back in diapers. She whimpered when she looked back down between her legs and saw Megan closing the tapes to the thick nursery-print diapers they had placed her in. After some more tickles from Rachel to keep her from being upset, Megan picked her up and began to carry her into their parents room.

"€œLook mom! I changed the baby!"€, Megan exclaimed.

Elizabeth"€™s diaper crinkled as she squirmed in her sister"€™s arms. After everything that had happened to her today, the weirdest thing was being picked up by her kid sister as if she was nothing. She could feel herself no longer caring as much about things that should"€™ve embarrassed her if she was seen as an adult. As much as being back in diapers made her feel completely ridiculous, after messing herself it actually felt right to be wearing underwear that could handle her accidents.

"€œGood job, Megan! Now hand her off to Rachel and get back to your homework. You can play with Lizzy if she"€™s still up when you"€™re done."€, their father said.

Rachel held onto Elizabeth tightly after Megan handed her off. She patted Elizabeth"€™s diapered butt as they followed her parents to the front door. "€œAlright, well you know what to do Rachel. Just give us a call if anything happens okay?"€

"€œI will, Mr. Turner; but, I"€™m sure I"€™ll have everything under control."€, Rachel replied.

Elizabeth began to whine as her parents kissed her goodbye and walked out the door. She tried to convince herself that it was because of Rachel, but her babyish mind was far more concerned that she might never see her parents again.

"€œWell Lizzy, looks like it"€™s just you and me for now."€, Rachel said as she made her way to the couch. She sat down and pulled Elizabeth around in her lap until she was laying across it with her face resting on Rachel"€™s chest. "€œHave you had din-din yet, baby?"€ Elizabeth shook her head "€˜no"€™. "€œN-no highchair...I"€™m nah a baby."€

Rachel laughed and began to unbutton her blouse. "€œWell, I don"€™t know about the "€˜nah a baby"€™ part; but don"€™t worry, I don"€™t plan on spoon-feeding you right now."€

W-wah she doin"€¦? Why"€™s her boobies comin out.

Elizabeth could only watch as Rachel finished unbuttoning her blouse and tugged her bra down below her breasts. Rachel then snapped her fingers and smiled down at Elizabeth, "€œDrink up little girl. You"€™ll need it to get big and strong."€

W-Wha?! She-she"€™s gonna make me do dat?! Buh-But her boobies aren- even as big as mine! T-This isn"€™t fair! How come she gets to be in charge!

Rachel noticed Elizabeth"€™s hesitation, "€œOh what"€™s the matter? Upset that I"€™ll get to breastfeed before you can? It looks like those big boobs of yours are gonna end up going to waste with you back in diapers for the next few years."€

"€œDas nah funny! I"€™m nah gonna-"€, Elizabeth began. She then yelped as her pacifier was pulled free of her mouth. Rachel pressed her nipple against Elizabeth"€™s cheek and the overwhelming desire to suck on something combined with an almost primal instinct to nurse overcame her. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as Rachel nursed her. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, Elizabeth could feel herself becoming used to being a baby. She hardly even noticed as she began to wet her diaper, so focused was she on suckling from Rachel"€™s breasts.

"€œHungry, aren"€™t you? I wonder what you would have said if I had told the old you that this is what you would get for spanking me in front of everyone. You know, if you hadn"€™t done that I might"€™ve just made you incontinent; just gotten my kicks watching you waddle into class in the thick diapers you"€™d have to wear to keep yourself from having accidents."€ Rachel then pulled Elizabeth free of her breast and popped the pacifier back in her mouth. She picked Elizabeth up and began to carry her back to her room. "€œBut I think we both know that this is best. You"€™ve already gotten so used to your new life. Sure you won"€™t get have sex anymore, or even kiss anyone other than your parents right before naptime, but you won"€™t ever have to do anything for yourself ever again."€

Elizabeth wasn"€™t listening. The part of her that wasn"€™t falling asleep was too distracted by all the bright colors and toys in her room to make sense of what Rachel was saying. "€œOh...can"€™t believe I forgot to change your room. A baby needs her crib, after all."€

Rachel snapped her fingers one last time and the room transformed around them. The pink carpeting grew softer under Rachel"€™s feet and the walls became decorated with nursery rhymes and pastel colors. The toys on the floor turned into stuffed animals and teething rings. Elizabeth"€™s crayon-marked desk grew in height and lengthened as it turned into a changing table perfectly sized for the big baby. Large pink bars rose out of the side of her bed as it transformed into a large crib full of soft blankets, stuffed animals, and a baby monitor attached to the side. Row after row of colorful diapers took up the shelf space underneath the crib and a large diaper-genie full of used diapers appeared next to her crib.

"€œMy woom"€¦"€, Elizabeth managed to whimper as she watched her room turn into a nursery. Her pacifier fell from her lips as she looked on half-awake and in shock. "€œBa-ba...paci"€¦"€ Elizabeth sucked on her fingers in place of her pacifier and put up little resistance as Rachel lowered the bars to her crib and placed her inside. As a final touch, Elizabeth"€™s dress shrank and tightened to her body. The skirt pulled inward to her diaper and became the snap-crotch to the bright pink onesie she now wore. The onesie did little to hide the thick diaper Elizabeth was wearing and covering the chest were the words "€œMommy"€™s Little Princess"€ written in large sparkly font.

"€œI...nah baby...ba ba ga goo"€¦"€, Elizabeth gurgled around her fingers.

"€œThat"€™s right sweetie. Time for nigh nigh."€, Rachel said. She turned the mobile on above Elizabeth and watched as the big baby"€™s eyes lost focus as they tried to follow the swirling shapes. Her eyes began to droop as Rachel pulled her fingers free of her lips and replaced them with her pacifier.

"€œGet plenty of rest baby...you"€™re going to need it for what I have in mind"€¦"€

 


 

End Chapter 4

Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson

by: d2og | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 7, 2018

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