“Give you a taste of your own medicine.”
Mom takes Jess out of the bathroom, still wearing only a diaper, and hands her off to a relative sitting at their table. She returns a few moments later with a diaper bag. Jess isn’t sure where she got the diaper bag, but she’s dreading what it entails. She opens her mouth to ask Mom what she meant, only for Mom to pop a pacifier into her mouth. Jess sucks on it instinctively.
“You humiliated your poor brother, now you’ll have to deal with some of that yourself,” Mom whispers to her as she takes Jess back from the relative. She removes the pacifier and hands her a baby bottle filled with some sort of juice. “Drink up.” Reluctantly, Jess does as she’s told. The juice tastes horrible. “Good girl.”
After Jess finishes the bottle, Mom puts the pacifier back into her mouth and brings her onto the dancefloor.
“Dance for mommy,” she instructs, setting Jess down. Jess begins to hop around in just her diaper, mimicking the moves of the other toddlers dancing. Mom nods approvingly. The jumping jostles Jess’s bowels and bladder. She suddenly feels pressure in her abdomen.
“Mommy, I got to poopoo,” she whispers desperately. “And peepee.”
“You wanted to wear a diaper today, so you’ll use it,” Mom says firmly. “Keep dancing.” Jess continues to jump. Her bladder lets loose, flooding her diaper with urine and turning it yellow. Then, her bowels rumble. Jess stops jumping to bend her knees into an instinctive squat. On the dancefloor in front of everyone, she lets out a loud fart and fills her diaper with poop. Tears spring to her eyes at the smell and sensation.
“Wow, good poop, Jess!” Mom says loudly, her voice carrying over the music. She picks Jess up and brings her back to the table, where she lays out a changing pad. To Jess’s growing horror, she is laid down on the changing pad and her diaper removed in full view of everyone.
“That prune juice worked even faster than I expected,” Mom remarks as she begins to wipe Jess down. She takes her time, allowing for the maximum number of people to witness the diaper change. A guest who doesn’t know Jess’s real age stops by.
“Where’s her cute little dress?” the guest asks. Mom smiles.
“She likes to be a little jaybird, so the moment she didn’t need the dress, she took it off. She’d run around fully naked if I let her. But since she’s not potty-trained yet, she still needs a diaper,” Mom says. Jess turns red. The guest tickles her stomach, making her giggle.
“So adorable,” the guest gushes before walking away. Mom finishes the diaper change. Jess sits up.
“No more?” she asks.
“No more what?”
“Punish.”
“Oh, you want to know if you’re done being humiliated like Jack was,” Mom says. Jess nods. “Hmm…”