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The Flower Girl - Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-07-24 18:20:20 +0000 UTCGrace sat on the floor with her legs spread out in front of her, playing with her Barbie dolls. Her once sleek, elegant blonde hair was tied up in a pair of scruffy pigtails. She wore a bib over her bare tits; it was splattered with baby food, and a fair amount was still smeared around her mouth and chin. Her trim, tight tummy was gone. She didn’t get much exercise anymore, and the rich creamy bottles of formula she constantly drank ensured that her belly had a permanent layer of baby fat. Her thick disposable diaper bulged between her legs, clearly soaked, and there was a strong potty smell surrounding her that let anyone who came close know that she’d pooped her pants.
After the worst day of her life, Grace had spent a couple of weeks back with her mother while Jessica and Rob went on their honeymoon. Two weeks of having her own mother treat her like she was an overgrown two-year-old, feeding her and bathing her and wiping her butt for her, and talking at length about how lucky they were that Jessica had put Grace ‘in her rightful place’.
But things were even worse once Jessica got back. Grace was her little girl now, a plaything to tease and taunt however she wanted, a witness to her victory. Jessica gave her all sorts of ridiculous tasks to do, and Gracie did every one of them with a dumb grin on her face – wiggling her butt and singing along to The Wheels on the Bus, playing tea-parties with her stuffed animals, seeing just how much of a mess she could make of herself during her lunchtime feeding.
Grace looked up from her Barbies and took in the living room. There were lots of new pictures up on the shelves. Pictures of Jessica and Rob looking radiant together as they held hands and kissed on their wedding day. And of course, pictures of her. Pictures of her sucking her toes in the middle of a nappy change. Pictures of her making silly faces at the camera. And, in pride of place above the mantlepiece, a picture of her in her flower girl dress, squatting down in the middle of the aisle, making a messy in her pants on what should have been her special day.
Suddenly, Grace heard a noise at the front door, the turning of a key in the lock.
“Dada!” she squealed, getting to her feet and toddling over to the man who should have been her husband, her bare breasts wobbling about ludicrously on her chest.
“Hi princess!” said Rob, ruffling his ex-fiancée’s hair. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Peeyew! I think someone’s done a stinky!”
“I’m a stupid, stinky wittle giwl!” Gracie chirped.
Rob chuckled and pulled her in for a cuddle. “Daddy loves you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Even if you are just a stinky little girl who’s too stupid for potty training.”
He kissed her on the forehead and Grace felt a pleasant tingling run through her body. Rob still loved her. Grace supposed she should be grateful for that – even if it was as a Daddy instead of as a husband.
No! She couldn’t start thinking like that. She was going to break whatever hold Jessica had over her and Rob. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life like this!
“Hi Rob!” came Jessica’s voice. “Did you have a good day at work?” She came down the stairs and rushed over to him, flashing a smirk at Grace before cupping a hand to her husband’s cheek and kissing him passionately.
Gracie giggled happily at the sight of her Mummy and Daddy’s affection for each other, but inside she was boiling with anger. That bitch needed to get her tongue out of Rob’s mouth right now, or else… or else…
Or else what? she asked herself bitterly. She’d blow a raspberry at her? Stomp her feet and throw a tantrum? Make an even bigger mess in her nappy for her to clean up?
Jessica pressed her body against Rob’s, and Grace saw Rob’s hand move down her back to squeeze her ass. Jessica moaned into his mouth.
“What about Gracie?” Rob asked, breaking off the kiss momentarily. “She needs changing.”
“She can wait,” Jessica said. “Some time in a messy nappy will help her learn her place.”
“You’re too harsh on her sometimes.”
“She has to learn she’s not a grown-up anymore,” Jessica said firmly. “She’s nothing but a big smelly baby now, no matter how big her tits are. She’s never going to be an adult again, so she might as well get used to poopy nappies.”
Rob nodded in agreement and went back to kissing his wife.
Grace wanted to scream and cry, but instead she just pouted – as if her life being ruined forever was some mild annoyance to her, on par with having to take a nap or go and sit in time-out.
“Still,” said Jessica, breaking off the kiss again. “We don’t want her ruining the mood with her stinky pants.” She turned to grin maliciously at Grace, who was still standing there watching, sucking one of her fingers. “Bedtime for you, potty-pants.”
“But Mama!” Grace heard herself whining. “It’s only 6 o’ clock!”
Jessica flashed her a stern look, and Grace felt her nappy warming as she peed herself out of fear. Little Gracie didn’t want Mummy to turn her tushy red again.
Hating how pathetic Jessica had made her, she whimpered and turned around, waddling off dejectedly to her nursery. She climbed into her crib, clutching half a dozen stuffed animals to her, and lay her head down on her pillow, trying to ignore the disgusting mess in her nappy and fall asleep while the sounds of Jessica and Rob’s passionate sex echoed through the house.
Grace sobbed on the inside, the realisation finally dawning on her that Jessica had won. Her adult privileges had been revoked forever, all because of a jealous woman’s grudge, and she'd just have to get used to her new life as a stupid, big-titted baby. There was nothing else she could do. Grace felt her thumb slip between her lips as she drifted off to sleep in her loaded diaper, hoping that she'd get to dream about a life where she'd been the one to marry Rob, or at the very least, where she was allowed to go potty somewhere that wasn't in her pants.
The End
Comments
I had in mind that it was some kind of magic that Jessica was using to take away Grace's control and make everyone else see her as an overgrown baby. I decided not to make it explicit just because I didn't think it was important, but do you think it's the sort of thing I should make clear in future?
What made Grace lose control of her body? And how come everybody went along with her suddenly becoming a baby?
