Marcia’s bladder and bowels screamed for release. Accepting her fate, she bent her knees into a squat. Promptly, her diaper was flooded with urine. Marcia bent her knees further and pushed. A thick log began to enter her diaper. She grunted with effort, her face turning red.
“Aw, good girl, making boom-boom,” Christine cooed. Marcia grunted again. “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of diapers for you to wet and mess.” Marcia’s only solace was knowing that Christine was the one who would have to change her dirty diaper. There was a knock on the door. “Keep going, sweetie,” Christine said, opening the door to reveal a maid.
“You needed me, ma’am?” asked the maid.
“Yes, Ariel. Little Marcia here is going to need a fresh diaper once she’s done pooping,” Christine said. “Change her and bring her to me in the kitchen, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the maid, Ariel, replied. Christine left the nursery. Marcia stared after her, humiliated beyond belief. Christine had forced her to use a diaper and then made someone else clean up the mess! She grunted and pushed one last time. “Done?” Ariel asked. Marcia straightened, her diaper sagging under her. Another spurt of pee squirted into the diaper. She nodded. “Excellent.”
Ariel put Marcia on the changing table. Thankfully, the change was quick and efficient, though Ariel opted not to redress Marcia after. Wearing just a cloth diaper, Marcia was carried out of the nursery and through the massive mansion. They arrived at a kitchen. Christine was sitting at the table.
“Ah, thank you, Ariel,” Christine said. “Would you prepare some food for Marcia? Poor thing is probably starving.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ariel said. She buckled Marcia into a highchair and left. Marcia glared at Christine.
“Are you surprised that I didn’t change your diaper?” Christine asked, idly inspecting her nails. “Sweetie, I’ve never changed a diaper in my life. My sons had full-time nannies.” She smiled at Marcia. “Now that you’re right where I want you, I can let you in on a secret. I planned all of this.” Marcia’s jaw dropped. “That’s right. I brought you here to turn you into a toddler. Your partner is having the same thing happening to him right now.”
“W-why?” Marcia whispered. Christine smiled ominously before answering.