Diapers and Debts

Chapter 6
Part 6

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Chapter Description: Jenna has grown back into her adult body, but there have been some unexpected changes.

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[I know I said this would be the concluding chapter, but I was wrong. There will be at least one more chapter after this one. Possibly two. Sorry for the confusion.]

Part 6

"Why Jen-Jen, just look at you!"

I glared at Lexie. "No kidding!" I said. "I’m wike totawwy soaked!"

Lexie looked at me and shook her head. "Looks like you still need to wear diapers, cutie."

My heart started pounding. "I can’t wear diapers!" I said. "I’m wike grown up now! I’m a big girl again! Why didn’t I wike wealize I had to go pee? Why awe my boobs so big?! And why am I still tawking wike a wittle girl?!"

I was in a high state of anxiety and my thumb slid into my mouth. All right, yes, I knew I shouldn’t still be sucking my thumb now that I was grown up again, but it helped me relax and I definitely needed to chill out.

Lexie walked over and unbuttoned my jeans. Then she began to methodically strip me.

"Hey!" I said. "I didn’t say you could do that!"

Lexie stopped and shrugged. "Fine," she said, sitting on the couch. "Change yourself, then."

My fingers fumbled with the zipper. I pushed my wet jeans down to my ankles. Then I realized I was having trouble seeing what I was doing because my huge boobs were in the way. I tried to shift my bare feet to get them out of my jeans, but lost my balance and tumbled to the floor.

"Nothing’s working wight!" I said, slapping the ground with my hands, beginning to throw a tantrum.

Lexie walked over and knelt next to me. Then she rolled me to my belly and began slapping my bare ass.

"Oh! Ow! Oh! Ow! Please stop, Mommy! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow! I’ll be good! Ow! Ow!"

Lexie paused. "Are you ready to behave now, Jen-Jen?"

I nodded, cheeks wet. "Yeth, Mommy! Yeth!"

Lexie paused again, as if she was thinking about it. Then she nodded and rolled me onto my back.

"Fine, then," she said. "Now, I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’m putting you back into a diaper. I’m not in the mood to strip wet jeans off you every hour."

I bit my lower lip, too nervous to protest. I wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t resist as she cleaned me, powdered my bottom and wrapped me firmly into a snug diaper.

"There," she said. "Now you can pee all you want without worrying about wetting your jeans."

"B-but I don’t want to keep wetting myself!"

Lexie shrugged. "That’s too bad, baby girl," she said. "You went from infancy to adulthood using a diaper the entire time. Your adult bladder is completely untrained. Your body is now trained to release whenever it needs to. It’s not a voluntary process for you now."

"What?! I said.

Lexie offered me a beatific smile. "It’s not a voluntary process for you now," she said. "Your body will release without warning. You also need to learn how to talk and dress yourself. You obviously understand the concept of dressing, but your present body has no experience with it. Talking like an adult is going to be tougher for you. Probably impossible. Your adorable little mouth missed the window of development and has no experience with the complex tongue manipulations required to pronounce certain sounds. Your lisp is permanent. Sort of like an accent."

I stamped my foot. "This isn’t fair!" I said. "You had no wight to do this!"

Lexie opened her mouth to reply, but right then Max walked in.

"Hey, bro," said Lexie. "Look at my little girl now. All grown up!"

Max smiled. "I’ll say," he said, looking at my bare chest. "Very grown up."

I blinked at Max’s response. It finally filtered in that I was topless in front of a male. I squealed and crossed my arms over my big, firm boobs.

Lexie laughed and handed me a tee-shirt.

"Don’t bother with a bra," she said. "You’d have no clue to put one on. Besides, none of your old 34b bras would fit you now. You need a 34d now. At least."

Max looked at me critically. "I’d say double Ds more likely, sis."

Lexie laughed. "You’re a true boob man, bro."

Max nodded. "Part of my charm, no doubt."

I struggled with the tee-shirt. I knew what I had to do, but I just wasn’t used to putting these darn things on. I finally managed to get my arms through the holes, then my head. Then I stomped over to the couch and sat down, thumb planted in my mouth.

"I think she’s pouting," said Max.

"Yep," said Lexie. "She’s adorable with it, though."

Yeah, I was pouting. I was having a bad day. But my condition was only part of what made me walk away when Max walked in.

The other part was that I couldn’t stop sucking on things, and Max being in the room wasn’t helping.

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"Poor little doodle bug," said Lexie. "Look at the little cutie over there, sitting on the couch, sucking her thumb."

"Yep," said Max. "She seems very comfortable, though. We should probably leave her alone."

"I don’t know about that, bro," said Lexie. "She’s a very orally fixated little girl, you know. I made sure of that. Maybe you should give her something else to suck on. Something bigger.

Max nodded. "That’s a good idea, sis."

Max then walked toward me.

Oh, gawd. I actually wanted to suck something bigger, too. I really wanted to suck. But there was no way I was going to admit that. No way!

Max stopped directly in front of me. The front of his jeans was barely a foot away from my face.

I could feel my mouth watering. Gawd, if I could just wrap my lips around his thick, wonderful-

No! No, I wouldn’t show that it got to me!

I sucked my thumb tighter. Oh, gawd, I could almost taste him in my mouth.

Then he reached out...

...and handed me my bottle.

Then he smiled, turned around and walked back to where Lexie was standing.

"She looks almost disappointed, bro," said Lexie. "I wonder what she thought you were giving her?"

"No clue, sis."

Cheeks burning, I turned sideways and lay on the couch. I popped the ba-ba in my mouth and drank until I fell asleep.

Next: Part 7

 

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