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Her Rightful Place
🕑 Added 2021-06-26 16:00:45 +0000 UTCBeatrice sulked in her soggy nappy while she stood in the corner in time-out. Daddy (once just her boyfriend) had put her there to think about what a “naughty girl” she’d been. It was so stupid! She was an adult woman for goodness sake! But that wasn’t how society saw girls. Not anymore. The idea that women were nothing but overgrown toddlers had become more and more prevalent among the male population, to the extent that it was now written into law that women were no more than helpless babies, and her boyfriend subscribed to the new belief wholeheartedly.
And it wasn’t like she could leave him and go and live on her own. Women were considered dependents now, just like children. It was either this or go back to living with her strict parents. And in any case… she did love him. Even if he was a radical believer in a woman’s “rightful place”.
“Baby Bee,” he cooed. Baby Bee. That’s who she was now. Not Beatrice. Not anymore. “Come to Daddy, sweetheart. I think you’ve had enough time in the corner. I need to give you a diaper check.”
She waddled over to her Daddy obediently, and he spun her around. Beatrice squealed in protest, but he just delivered a sharp smack to the top of her thighs to settle her down. She pouted while he checked her nappy – he always made it last far longer than it needed to be. She knew he did it deliberately, to make her feel like a big baby having to stand still while someone else poked and prodded her nappy to see if she’d wet or messed it. He could just ask her! But no, he treated her like she couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth. Or worse, that she might not even know she needed changing!
Beatrice blushed crimson when she heard him sniffing the air, like he was trying to tell if she’d pooped. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband of her diaper and pulled it out so he could peek down the back. “No messes,” he said, as if he hadn’t already known. He spun her back around and grabbed the swollen front of her baby pants.
Beatrice wrinkled her nose in disgust as she felt the cold, clammy, pee-soaked padding press against her pussy. She’d had no choice but to pee herself! She wasn’t even allowed to use the toilet anymore. She stared at her feet, wishing she was somewhere else – back in a world where she didn’t have to go potty in her pants.
Her Daddy slipped a finger into the leg-band of her nappy and felt the wetness there. “Baby’s done lots of wee-wees,” he announced, and Beatrice felt herself going even redder. “But you know the rules, sweetie. You don’t get a change unless you’ve done a stinky or you’re about to leak.”
“But Daddy!” she whined. “I’ve got to be about to leak! They’re so full and icky…”
“No baby,” he said firmly. “They can take at least another full wetting before you have to worry about pee-pee running down your legs.”
“But that might not be for ages!” Beatrice whined again, but all that got her was another smack on her bottom.
She knew what she had to do. She might as well get it done with now so she could have a change straight away. Bending her knees and screwing up her face, trying to pretend she wasn’t doing this right in front of her boyfriend, Beatrice started straining to fill her diaper like the oversized baby she legally was.
“Awww,” her Daddy cooed. “Is baby making a stinky?”
Beatrice didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any redder. She clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to see her boyfriend’s smirking, satisfied face while she messed her nappy. He was enjoying this. His formerly independent girlfriend turned into his big baby toy. Put in her rightful place as a woman.
When Beatrice was done dirtying her diaper, her Daddy turned her around again and cupped the seat of her nappy firmly, feeling the weight there. She gagged as she felt the horrid mess in her pants get squished against her bottom.
“Okay baby Bee,” her boyfriend said with another firm pat on her diapered bum, “Daddy will change your nappy soon. But for now you can go play outside for a bit.”
Beatrice looked up at him in horror. “But…” she spluttered, “but you said…”
“You can have a nappy change, princess,” he reassured her, “but it’s a lovely day, so you can spend some time playing in the garden first. Daddy has some grown-up things to do.”
Beatrice broke down into tears. “No!” she wailed. “No Daddy! I wanna change now! I don’t wanna play outside!”
“That’s enough fussing, stinky-pants,” he said sternly, taking her by the arm and leading her over to the back door. He opened it and took her outside. “You can spend some time out here, and if there are any more tantrums you’ll be going straight over my knee, little lady.”
He kissed her lovingly on the forehead, then went back inside, leaving his infantilised girlfriend to play in the garden in her messy pants until he was ready to change her.
With tears running down her cheeks and a stinky diaper sagging between her legs, Beatrice had no choice but to behave.
