Diapers and Debts

Chapter 2
Part 2

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Chapter Description: Jenna regresses further. Lexie arrives and explains the basics of their new relationship.

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Part 2

"Well, well, well," said Lexie’s voice, waking me from a sound sleep. "Look at the cute little doodle bug."

I opened my eyes. Sure enough, Max’s sister Lexie stood in front of me. But...

...she was impossibly big.

Then I remembered. She wasn’t big. I was...small. I was six years old.

Wait. I had fallen asleep. I squirmed nervously, then looked down. My heart jumped as I saw what I had hoped not to see.

My body had disappeared into the tee-shirt.

I had regressed even more. But how much more? I had to know. I needed to get to the full-length mirror by the door. Yes, Lexie would laugh her ass off as I waddled my little bottom across the living room, but it had to be done. I had to know.

Except I couldn’t sit up.

I tried, but nothing was working. I could move my fingers and toes, even my hands and feet, but I couldn’t sit up. I couldn’t even roll over.

What the hell?

"What did you do to me?!" I said...or rather, I tried to say. What actually came out was, "Waaayabah!"

"Oh, my goodness, Jenna," said Lexie. "You are an adorable baby girl!"

Oh, shit. That wasn’t good. That meant...

Lexie reached down and picked me up. I had a momentary sensation of flying. Then suddenly I was pressed against Lexie’s body, her arms cradling me, her scent filling my senses.

"Ohhhh, you cute little thing!" said Lexie. "I can’t believe such a naughty bitch makes such an adorable baby girl."

I wanted to respond, protest, anything! But she was so big and I was so small. I couldn’t even move. All I could do was rest my head against Lexie’s shoulder. Besides, I was tired. I needed to rest for a few minutes.

Lexie adjusted the tee-shirt around my form, wrapping me in it. Then she carried me to the full-length mirror. Being carried so easily while moving was the oddest sensation. The furniture in the huge room was big and bulky, even intimidating.

"Look at you," said Lexie, standing in front of the mirror. "You are the cutest little thing, Jenna!"

I could see our reflection. It was as bad as I feared. I had regressed into infancy.

I was a baby.

Lexie had regressed me back to infancy. But why? And how in the world could I pay Max back the money I owed him if I was a baby? I didn’t get it.

"Such a cutie patootie," said Lexie, jiggling me slightly.

"Stop it!" I said. Well, tried to say. What actually came out was, "Waagaba!"

Lexie laughed. "Oh, that’s adorable," she said. "Now, let’s get you set up."

Get me set up?

Lexie carried me back to the couch and lay me on my back. Then she pulled the tee-shirt off me, leaving me naked.

"Gwaaa!" I said.

"Oh, wittle Jen-Jen doesn’t like being nakey?" said Lexie. She rolled me onto my belly, then started pinching my rear end. "Who’s got a cute wittle butt? Who’s got a cute wittle butt?"

I squawked and wriggled, then giggled helplessly as Lexie gently pinched my baby butt. Finally she gave my bottom a light swat and rolled me onto my back once again.

"Okay," she said, opening a diaper bag she had apparently brought with her. "Enough of that. Let’s get you packaged up."

Packaged?

A diaper bag?!

Oh, no way. No way!

I tried to roll myself off the couch, but Lexie placed a hand on my belly, preventing me from moving.

"Ohhhhh, little Jen-Jen knows what’s coming and doesn’t like it," said Lexie. "Well, that’s too bad, baby girl.’"

Lexie grabbed my ankles and lifted my butt off the couch. She slid a disposable diaper under my rear end, then patted some sweet-smelling baby powder onto my bottom. Then she spread powder on the diaper.

"You’re lucky I’m nice," said Lexie. "I really should let you get a nice case of diaper rash. But I don’t want my little baby girl getting a red, rashy butt. Nope."

Then she lowered my bottom onto the diaper. I tried to struggle, but it did no good. Lexie ignored my struggles and folded the diaper between my thighs, pressing it against my lower belly. Then she taped the sides firmly into place.

And just like that, I was snuggly diapered, whether I liked it or not.

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I was furious, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The thick, fluffy diaper was firm around my hips and legs, hugging my lower region firmly. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but regardless, I was diapered! I was twenty-two years old and diapered!

"Well, now that you’re all nappied up," said Lexie, "let’s move on to the next order of business. Food."

Much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. I was famished.

Lexie reached down and picked me up, holding me against her once again. She walked back to the mirror.

"I know you’re very focused on your condition, baby girl," said Lexie, "and I know you can’t talk, but I also know you understand everything going on. So tell me, doodle bug...have you noticed anything different about me?"

Noticed anything different?

I looked at Lexie’s reflection. She looked the same to me. Hair color, height, clothing all seemed consistent. I lay my head against her boob as I tried to figure out what she meant.

Then my eyes widened.

Her boobs. That’s what was different. Lexie was a thin girl. When she poured that potion into my whirlpool, she really didn’t have much by way of boobs. But now...

"Figured it out, did you?" said Lexie. "Yep, being a witch has its advantages. I have a rack now. Big, full boobies. Guess what they’re full of?"

Lexie walked back to the couch and set me down. Then she pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, freeing her swollen tits.

"There we go," she said, arching her back in apparent relief at her unfettering. Her massive globes jiggled gently as she shifted her shoulders. "Much better. They’re perfect for what they gotta do, but they’re heavy."

I stared incredulously. She was crazy if she thought I was going to let her nurse me.

Lexie didn’t move for me, though. Instead, she pulled out a jar of some clear liquid and opened it. Then she dipped a small brush into the liquid and used the brush to cover her nipples with the liquid.

"A little something to make it easier for both of us," said Lexie.

She finished brushing the fluid onto her nipples and set the jar to the side. Then, still topless, she stepped over to the couch and picked me up, angling me so my mouth was centimeters away from her swollen nipple. There was a sweet vanilla aroma coming from the fluid coating her areola.

"C’mon, doodle bug," said Lexie, moving me closer to her boob. "Be a good girl and drink up. You want to grow back up, don’t you?"

I almost wavered at that, but it wasn’t enough. I was not going to nurse. It was that simple. I was too helpless and humiliated already. I was not going to let have that victory. I’d drink from a bottle if I had to, but I was not going to suck Lexie’s boob.

I kept my mouth closed and turned my head away.

Lexie laughed. "Oh, baby girl has some spirit!" she said, finally pulling me away from her nipple. "That’s good! We’ll try again later, when you’re in a more cooperative mood."

Lexie lay me back on the couch. Then she walked to the bedroom...my bedroom!...and came back pushing a pink baby stroller.

"Okay," she said, picking me back up. "In you go."

I squawked, but I never had a chance. In moments, my little bare feet were through the openings and my diapered butt was in the seat. Moments after that, Lexie had me secured.

"Perfect," she said. "That should keep you safe while mommy builds your crib."

I was furious, but I was helplessly secured and diapered. There was nothing I could do.

As Lexie began putting the crib together, though, my anger slowly cooled as I realized how tired I was. So tired. And then, my eyes slowly closed on their own. Within moments, I dropped off to sleep.

Next: Part 3

 

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