You Ain't Never Had A Fiend Like Me

Chapter 2
You Ain't Never Had A Fiend Like Me Chapter 2

"Let’s get you ready," Naomi said as she brought her lubed finger close to Karen’s backside. Karen’s wiggling and protesting did little to deter her mother, who used one hand to spread her cheeks and reached forward with the finger. The cool gel felt awful as Naomi rubbed it in Karen’s crack and against her hole. But it felt even worse when her mother’s finger pushed against the tight hole and was suddenly inside it. Karen’s eyes went even wider at this intrusion. Her mother stuck her finger in all the way in to the knuckle. It felt even worse as her mother slowly pulled her finger out, except she didn’t pull it all the way out. She started sliding it back and forth, and in addition to that, twisting it around. Karen realized with utter humiliation that the sensations weren’t entirely bad; some of them actually felt kind of nice. Finally Naomi pulled her finger out, and Karen sighed at the feeling of it being removed. Naomi patted Karen’s crotch and said, "I hope that didn’t get you too excited, baby girl."

Karen was running out of shock at this point, but this statement still surprised her. Everything that was happening was bad enough if she was still considered a baby at the age of nineteen. But her mother had just acknowledged her sexuality. She didn’t want to think about the possible ramifications of that.

Naomi grabbed the thermometer and inserted it into Karen’s rectum. It actually wasn’t so bad compared to the finger, as it was less thick. However, where her mother’s finger had stopped, the thermometer kept going. Just when Karen was certain it couldn’t go any further, her mother stopped pushing. It felt really uncomfortable, and almost out of instinct Karen pushed against it. It slowly began to come back out, but Naomi noticed it and grabbed the tip.

"No, no, baby. You have to leave it in there." Naomi began pushing it back inside, and with Karen still trying to push it the other direction, it hurt. She knew she couldn’t fight against her mother, so she relaxed and let it be inserted once again. It seemed to go even deeper this time, and Naomi quickly moved her hand up against Karen’s butt. "Whoops. Almost lost it in there," Naomi said with a laugh. Karen was certainly not laughing. She couldn’t decide what was worse, the uncomfortable feeling up her butt or her mother’s hand resting on her crotch as she kept the tip of the thermometer gripped between her fingers. Karen stared at the ceiling, wondering if the day could get any worse. Maybe everything else would be easy in comparison. She got lost in her thoughts but was quickly brought back to reality, or this reality anyway, as her mother pulled out the offending object. Naomi studied the readout, then announced, "No fever. Guess you’re just being a bad baby today. But I know how to deal with that. But first let’s take care of that nasty hair."

Naomi pressed another button. This time Karen’s legs were pulled slightly apart and down so that they were almost touching the table. The ropes held them perfectly straight. If her arms were being stretched too, it would have been like a medieval rack.

Her mother retreated to the dresser once move and removed the plug from the ceramic box, carrying it back to the changing table along with what looked like a large popsicle stick. When Naomi dipped the stick into the box and pulled it out, it was covered in a gooey yellow substance. Her mother was planning to wax her! Karen writhed as best she could, but the ropes held tight. All she could manage was to bang her hands against the sides of the table. Her mother leaned over and spread the wax over her crotch. Karen flinched at first contact. There was a brief moment where the heat was painful, but as her mother spread it, it became soothing. That feeling was only fleeting, however, as Naomi smoothed out a strip of paper over the wax, gripped one side of it, and yanked it upward. Karen screamed so loud that she actually managed to make some noise through the gag. Her mother looked at her curiously. "Oh hush, it’s not that bad." Truthfully it wasn’t that bad if you were used to it, but in her old reality Karen had never had a wax, so to her the pain was excruciatingly new. The process continued until Naomi had removed all the hair from Karen’s crotch and inner thighs. Karen laid back, trying to catch her breath, thinking she was finally through, but her mother dipped the stick again and reached forward with both hands. She used her free hand to spread the lips of Karen’s vagina and spread the wax there. The heat hurt more in this sensitive area, but it was nothing compared to the agony Karen experienced when the strip was placed and ripped away. She thought she was going to black out. It was done a few more times before finally her mother placed the stick back in the box and pressed a button on the control panel.

Karen’s legs were returned to the same position as her spanking, and for a moment she thought she was about to get another one even though her ass was still stinging from the one just moments ago. Then she realized this was probably the position used to diaper her. She had a good view of her now totally bald crotch, which at the moment was very sore and very red. She couldn’t decide which hurt worse. Right now a diaper didn’t sound so bad if it was accompanied with some baby powder. Maybe even some lotion to soothe her aching skin. But instead of a diaper, her mother dipped the stick in the wax once more. Then she spread Karen’s cheeks and spread the stuff in her crack and over her anus. Another couple of strips were placed and quickly peeled off, but by this point Karen had almost run out of energy to react to the pain.

Finally her mother returned the box of wax to the dresser. She came down and looked down at Karen with a big smile on her way. "There. All nice and smooth like you should be." She stuck a finger at the top of Karen’s crack, which due to her current position, was actually at the bottom. Karen cringed as Naomi slowly dragged it between her cheeks, then between her lips. She was almost all the way through when she suddenly stopped. "Uh oh. There’s a stray."

Naomi retrieved a pair of tweezers from a nearby drawer. Karen was nearly beyond caring at this point as her mother invaded her private area and snapped the tweezers shut. She got more than just the hair, pinching a bit of skin. This brought Karen out of her stupor as she tried once more to get away. "Oops. Sorry about that, baby." Naomi tried again and this time got just the hair. With a flick of her wrist she pulled it free. The isolated removal of just one hair brought a new kind of pain. Karen thought she might get dehydrated from all the tears she was spilling.

Her mother patted her crotch and said, "There, that should last you until at least next month." Karen cursed the fact that she had appeared in this reality on the one day this would happen. But of course it probably wasn’t a coincidence. The genie had planned this. She wondered if he was watching right now, and if he was enjoying himself.

Naomi pulled a large disposable diaper from a package and spread it out. Karen never thought a diaper could look so inviting. After everything she’d been through so far, getting diapered by her mother wouldn’t be so bad. For the first time she noticed the pattern on the waistband of the diaper, "BABY" written in pastel colors, repeated over and over. It was subtle, but even this added to Karen’s humiliation.

Her mother spread the diaper out and laid it beneath Karen. Then she reached into a basket that contained a number of jars and bottles. She searched until she found the right one, a bottle of talcum powder. Her eyes returned to Karen’s, and with a lecturing tone, she said, "Now this is for kicking Mommy earlier."

Karen was confused. How was this a punishment? Her mother twisted the top of the bottle and shook some of the contents into the diaper. She moved it around, coating the whole thing before putting the bottle back in the basket. Then she pushed the diaper further under Karen until the plastic was touching her lower back. Her butt was suspended right above it. Naomi pushed a button that spread Karen’s legs and lowered her butt onto the table. If not for the gag she would have let out a relaxing sigh as her sore skin came into contact with the powder. But that lasted only a moment as she felt her skin begin to heat up, uncomfortably so. And suddenly it felt like her butt was being bitten by thousands of ants. This was itching powder!

She wiggled back and forth as she yelled into her pacifier gag. "That will only make it worse, sweetie," her mother said. Karen didn’t care. She couldn’t sit still. It hurt too much. And that was only half of it. Her mother grabbed the top of the diaper and pulled it up over her crotch. The powder took its effects on her freshly waxed skin. It was as if she was being poked by needles. Naomi ignored her struggles and taped the diaper shut. Then she went to work removing Karen’s restraints. Karen used her newfound freedom to writhe around, trying to alleviate the itch. She knew putting her hands down there would make them itch too, but she wanted to scratch herself so badly. She was reaching for her waistband when her mother pulled her hands away. "Bad baby. You know you’re not allowed to put your hands in your diaper." Karen would have ignored this rule, but her mother slid a pair of ruffled plastic panties up her legs and over the diaper. As much as she was struggling, Karen was careful not to hit her mother again. She didn’t want to find out what other kinds of punishment there were.

Once the panties were in place, Naomi sat Karen up and grabbed a chain that ran through the waistband, sticking out in the back. Naomi pulled it tight and used a lock to hold them in place. The plastic cut into Karen’s belly, though she barely noticed that pain. She tried to stick a finger into them but couldn’t wiggle it through. She was stuck in this diaper until her mother decided to let her out.

"Okay baby girl, time for breakfast." Naomi picked Karen up and placed her on her hip. She didn’t care that she was topless. She didn’t care that she was trapped in a diaper. All she wanted was for the itching to stop. She wiggled back and forth in Naomi’s hand as she was carried out of the room.

Karen was too preoccupied with her flaming backside to notice the other changes to the scenery as her mother carried her through the house. There was a baby walker in the hallway. A playpen in the corner of the living room. A jumper suspended from the ceiling in one of the doorways. All sized to fit her.

When they reached the kitchen, Karen was aware enough to notice the adult-sized high chair, mainly because her mother plopped her down on it. The cushiony seat did little to soothe her aching bottom. Before she’d even had time to assess the situation, Naomi had sprung into action, locking Karen’s ankles into cuffs on the legs and securing her wrists to the sides of the chair. Her efficiency frightened Karen. In this reality she must have been doing this for years.

Karen shifted in the seat, trying to find any relief to her itchiness. She noticed that the high chair did not move at all. She looked down and saw that it was bolted into the floor. Probably for safety reasons. Though Karen hadn’t had any intentions of trying to escape by knocking the chair over, she realized with a kind of dread that, once again, she was stuck.

Her mother snapped a tray into place in front of her and ventured into the kitchen. Karen could only turn so far around in her seat, so she couldn’t see Naomi as she rummaged through the cupboards. Karen could only imagine what foul meal was in store for her. "I think baby wants some fruit for breakfast," Naomi said as she walked back to the high chair.

Fruit? That didn’t sound so bad. But it wasn’t actual fruit that her mother placed on the tray. It was a large jar filled with a yellow pudding-like substance. Karen immediately recognized it as baby food, and though she didn’t know it was a whole pint of the stuff, she knew it was a lot more than she wanted to eat.

But as far as baby food went, the fruit-flavored stuff was probably the least offensive. At least it wasn’t something like peas. Naomi turned the jar around so that Karen could see the label. Bananas. In the grand scheme of things, bananas weren’t so bad. But Karen HATED them. Surely that couldn’t be different in this reality. Maybe her mother didn’t realize it because of her inability to speak. Or maybe this was just another punishment for being a bad baby. Whatever the reason, Naomi opened the jar with a pop, set the top to the side, and stuck a big rubber-coated spoon (so baby didn’t hurt her teeth, probably) into it.

Naomi left the spoon there for a moment in order to tie a bib around Karen’s neck. It rested on the top of her breasts, still leaving the rest of her naked chest exposed. Her current situation had temporarily distracted her from her fiery crotch, but a fresh wave of heat rushed over it, causing her to cry once more into her pacifier. She then realized that at least her mouth would get some relief when her mother removed it in order to feed her, though she didn’t think having to eat the banana-flavored goop would make it worth it.

Instead of removing the strap from around Karen’s head, her mother grabbed the front of the pacifier and fiddled with something on it. Even crossing her eyes, Karen couldn’t see it, but by watching her mother’s actions, she was figured out what she was doing. There was a combination lock on the front of the pacifier. Once she’d dialed to the right code, Naomi twisted it, and it clicked loose. She pulled the saliva-drenched object out of Karen’s mouth. Karen opened and closed her lips. They were sore from having it in there for so long.

Naomi set the pacifier aside and picked up the spoon, which had a heaping pile of banana mush on it. "Okay baby, I’m going to give you one chance to eat like a good girl. You’ve got a playdate later, and I don’t want you to get messy."

A playdate? Karen hadn’t considered that anyone else would see her like this. Even though she knew they’d also find it perfectly normal, she wasn’t prepared for that humiliation. She was thinking about this when her mother brought the spoon up to her lips. It smelled just like bananas, which to Karen was a terrible thing. She refused to open her mouth as Naomi pressed the spoon against her lips. Despite the warning she’d just received, she just couldn’t bring herself to eat this. She shook her head, smearing some of the food on her face. It also dripped onto her bib. One little dot landed on her breast and splattered onto her nipple.

Karen could see that her mother was quickly getting frustrated, but she hadn’t yet lost her cool. She filled the spoon up again and held Karen’s face with one hand, pulling down on her jaw. As much as Karen fought, her mother still got her mouth open enough to stick in the spoon.

It wasn’t Karen’s fault, really. It was pure reaction. She’d expected to hate the taste, and she was right. She spit the offending stuff right back out on impulse. And with terror in her eyes she saw that she had gotten it all over her mother’s face and on her shirt. Naomi slammed the spoon down on the tray and stood up, snatching the jar of baby food. "You just don’t learn, do you?" Her mother returned to the kitchen. Karen tried to turn around to see what was in store for her, but she couldn’t see anything. All she heard was a gross squelching sound, similar to dogfood sliding out of a can.

Naomi walked back to the front of the chair and held up a large plastic syringe filled with the banana baby food. But instead of a needle on the end of it, there was a thick plastic nozzle. Her mother pressed the end of it up against Karen’s lips, but she kept them firmly closed and her teeth clenched shut. With her other hand, Naomi slapped Karen’s naked breast hard enough to make Karen yip. That was all Naomi needed. She pushed the nozzle into Karen’s mouth and twisted the syringe sideways. There was a click, and when Naomi took her hand away, the syringe stayed in place, locked into the strap around Karen’s head. She shook it back and forth, but it wasn’t going anywhere.

Her mother grabbed the syringe, holding Karen’s head in place. Fresh tears streamed from her eyes as Naomi slowly depressed the plunger, sending some of the disgusting goo into Karen’s mouth. It tasted terrible to her, and she didn’t want to swallow. Even if that got rid of the taste, there was plenty more of the stuff to follow. Her mother stopped the flow and watched patiently, as if to say she wasn’t going anywhere until the food was gone. But still, Karen wouldn’t swallow. Her mother pressed more and more of it into her mouth until her cheeks were sticking out. Finally the stuff was almost going down her throat on her own, and fearing that she might choke to death, Karen swallowed. She scrunched up her face in disgust as the more and more of the mush was squeezed into her mouth. It took so long that she suspected her mother had added more than just one jar.

When the ordeal was finally over, Karen’s throat was sore, her eyes were red, her nose was running again, her wrists and ankles were a little raw from fighting against the restraints, and, though the effects were wearing off, her diaper area was still itchy. To put it mildly, she was exhausted. She stopped fighting as her mother unlocked the syringe and removed it, then took off her bib and used a wet rag to clean her face and chest. Finally, her mother unlocked her and carried her into the living room. She stopped at the baby jumper, which was in a doorway facing the TV. Naomi slid Karen into it. It was a tight fit as the apparatus enveloped her waist and torso, all the way up to the bottom of her breasts. There was a ring around it that prevented her from reaching down to her diaper, though at this point she had given up the hope for any relief. She could only touch the ground if she pointed her feet down. Karen was content to just hang there and recover for a moment, but her mother wasn’t. "You’d better be bouncing while I go get your bottle. You need your exercise."

Reluctantly Karen pushed up with her feet, setting the thing in motion. From there it did most of the work, as she only had to bend and straighten her legs at the right time, like a see-saw but much easier. It sent her boobs flopping all over the place, but her real concern was that the bouncing motion seemed to stir up the powder in her diaper, sending fresh stuff into every crevice. She cried, now able to make noise since the pacifier was gone. But one look from her mother silenced her to no more than sniffles and sobs. She kept bouncing as her mother left and returned moments later with a baby bottle so large that Karen had to hold it with both hands. It was warm to the touch. "Now drink your baba and watch cartoons while Mommy cleans up. I want to see all that milk go bye-bye."

Her mother flipped on the television and left the room. Though she’d called it milk, Karen was still expecting some foul tasting formula as she lifted the bottle to her lips and sucked. But it was indeed just warm milk. Not something Karen necessarily enjoy, but so far today this was the best thing that had happened to her. Plus it was washing away the taste of the bananas, at least somewhat. Drinking from the bottle was difficult at first, but once she got the hang of it, it wasn’t so bad, other than irritating her already sore jaws.

Karen wasn’t sure how long she sat there watching TV because the episodes of the children’s show blended together. It wasn’t anything she’d seen before, but then she didn’t watch much children’s TV. Perhaps it was something new created for this reality. Karen wasn’t concentrating much on the show however, as it was the commercials that drew her attention. In addition to the normal car and food ads, there were a number of them for items related to babies. Except the babies ranged in age from actual infants and toddlers all the way to her age and perhaps even a bit older. She couldn’t believe it. Had the genie done this to everyone? Of course, she had wished she and Gabe were still at an age where their parents took care of their needs. So instead of making them younger, the genie had changed how all the children her age were treated.

For the first time she remembered Gabe and wondered what he had experienced. As far as she could tell, the kids and teenagers in the commercials seemed content with their situations. Granted, they were actors, but none of them looked to be trapped against their will like she was. They didn’t appear to be aware of any other reality, so maybe it wasn’t so bad for them. But according to her wish, Gabe would be affected too.

Considering that Gabe’s mother now had the personality of Naomi, the one before she started doling out punishments, Karen was sure she’d had the worse experience. Though she did concede that, as weird as it was for her to have her mother handling her diaper area, it was probably much more embarrassing for Gabe. Then she remembered her mother mentioning a playdate. Could that be Gabe? Did she want it to be Gabe? On the one hand it would be nice to not go through this alone. But on the other hand she wasn’t sure she wanted to be seen like this, especially since her mother had no problem leaving her topless. She and Gabe couldn’t talk to each other anyway, so what was the point?

There was one commercial in particular that made Karen think the day could get even worse. A sweet woman in her 50’s started talking about how when baby girls reached their teens they start to have other needs. Then she held up a plastic seat with a dildo attached to it. Karen stared in shock as the woman described the features, which allowed users to switch different items onto the seat depending on what their baby girl liked, or what she didn’t like if it was being used as discipline. One of the items you could attach to it was a butt plug, and Karen reflexively clenched her ass. The woman went on to show that the cover of the seat detached and could be fixed to any number of their other products. The commercial showed the cover attached to a car seat, a high chair, placed directly into a bathtub, and, most horrific of all, placed on a toy rocking horse. After seeing how expensive all this stuff was, Karen desperately hoped that her mother wasn’t richer than she was in the old reality.

Karen was so distracted by these strange commercials that she hadn’t noticed she’d already finished three-fourths of the bottle. There was still a lot of liquid left, but it had been relatively enjoyable, and she had got the sucking motion down. Her first bottle in years, and she was already an expert at it. She turned her attention from the TV, focusing on the bottle to make sure she didn’t upset her Mommy. Mother. She had to be careful that she didn’t start thinking like a baby too.

If the itchiness down below hadn’t subsided so much, she might have mistook the new feeling for more of the same. But this was different. This was internal. She needed to pee. And the level of desperation increased immediately. One second she felt the urge, the same kind she might have gotten while driving somewhere that would tell her she’d need to go soon after arriving. The next second it was at a level that would have her pulling over at the next available stop. And then she felt like she was about to burst. She tried to cross her legs, but the thickness of her plastic seat and the diaper kept them apart. All her attempt did was send the jumper in motion, and that’s when she lost control.

It had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even had time to cry before it started, but now she wailed as urine flooded into her diaper. The warm wetness, which quickly spread from her crotch all the way to the back of her diaper as she continued to fill it, was bad enough, but the urine also acted as an irritant for the powder and her abused skin. Her mother returned to the room and looked down at her disapprovingly. "You didn’t even finish your bottle." Karen knew she was probably in for another punishment, but she still couldn’t stop crying. It hurt, and it was uncomfortable, and she had just wet herself like a helpless baby. She knew it wasn’t her fault. It was a part of this new reality. She couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk, and couldn’t hold her bladder for more than a couple of seconds once the urge hit. But the fact that she wasn’t in control didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

"What is it, Kar-Kar?" her mother asked. Karen concentrated on saying just one word. Wet. Pee. Diaper. But they all come out indecipherable. Naomi grabbed Karen under her arms and lifted her out of the device before wrapping around her thighs, letting her diaper-clad bottom rest on her arm. She felt the warmness through the plastic panties and, with some difficulty, wedged a finger through the elastic legholes and into the diaper itself. As humiliating as it was, Karen was grateful that at least she’d be changed. "Well it can’t be that," her mother said. "You’re barely wet." Karen’s cries grew louder. She felt soaked. Was it possible she could be wetter than this?

"Did you drink your milk too fast?" Naomi carried Karen over to the couch and sat down, draping the girl over her shoulder. Her mother began patting her back. She was trying to make her burp. Karen thought this was ludicrous, but then found herself unleashing a hearty belch. "There you go. All better." Karen supposed it was a little better as it had released some pressure in her stomach that she hadn’t really noticed because of the wet diaper. But it definitely wasn’t all better. She kept right on crying.

"Such a fussy baby today. Well, I guess I should get you changed before your playdate anyway. Linda should be here soon with Gabe. Then you can have fun with your little boyfriend." Her mother gave Karen’s nose a playful pinch, then picked her up and carried her back to her bedroom. This time she gave no resistance as her mother unlocked the panties and removed them before beginning the diaper change. Thankfully she didn’t use the ankle cuffs this time.

Aside from knowing it would do no good, Karen was too busy thinking about what her mother had said. Boyfriend? Surely that was just an expression. Mothers always joked about how their little babies had boyfriends and girlfriends, and since she was being treated that way, that must have been what her mother meant. But, of course, she couldn’t be sure.

The cool air felt wonderful on her exposed skin, and it felt even better when her mother used a wipe to get rid of not only the pee but the remains of the itchy powder as well. Once she was all clean, her mother leaned down close to her crotch as she inspected it with her hands. "You’re starting to get a rash," she said, but she didn’t sound upset. "If you’re a good baby the rest of the day, I’ll give you some cream tonight before bed." Then, without even using baby powder, Naomi taped her into another diaper and replaced the plastic panties, securing them with the lock. Her skin still ached, but this was a vast improvement over her previous condition.

"Let’s get you a pretty dress to wear." Karen wasn’t much for frills, ribbons, sparkles, or anything else that ornate, but she didn’t mind the ridiculous baby dress her mother put on her. At least she wouldn’t be topless when Gabe came over. It barely covered her diaper so that any movement would expose it. That was probably to allow for easier changes.

Her mother added some frilly socks and a pair of pink booties that she tied on to her feet. When Karen moved her feet she felt the slick bottoms slide across the floor. Even while holding the crib rails this morning, standing had been difficult. With these things on, it would be impossible. "I won’t bother with your hair. You’d just mess it up anyway." Karen was thankful for that. Her hair tangled easily, and she was sure her mother wouldn’t be gentle with the brush.

Naomi picked up Karen and returned to the living room, depositing her in the playpen in the corner before going to the kitchen. Karen didn’t care to chew on any of the soft toys scattered through it, so she passed the time thinking about how she was tricked into this reality. Or not even tricked, really. She’d had no idea she was making a wish in the first place. What kind of genie was this? Wasn’t he supposed to tell her she had wishes? And didn’t she get three of them? She held out hope that this was true and wondered when she’d get a chance to undo this damage.