So I did post this in Archives awhile back (before I knew the rules and purpose of the Archive).
And I recently updated a bit of this story, so here is the whole thing thus far
Carrying on with Elizabeth’s “In for a Penni” story.
This is a continuation on a story I was not given permission to continue. So the names and characters are different and the story line is different but the idea will be similar
If you have an interest in reading the first story, it is posted through this here http://www.adisc.org…2463-penni.html
Proper background information to begin this story: I am obviously changing things from the story written by Elizabeth, names and characters are going to be different in many ways. This story will be how an 8 year old girl spends the first half of summer diapered and babied by her 17 year old sister who enjoys forcing her through this since she had an accident at the beginning of the summer. Every day the 8 year old, named Ashley would be diapered as soon as her parents left for work in the morning, and spend the whole day diapered, often times would also have a pacifier, throughout the day and was left to use her diapers as well. Her 17 year old sister named Megan made her go through this, changing her and babying her the whole way. 8 weeks into this story, Ashley fell from a tree and knocked her head. At this time, the girls’ mother was arriving home from work and Ashley was still diapered, and wet at this point. Cindy, their mother, finds out about the diapers, and the events of the entire summer and is furious with Megan. She allows Ashley to decide the punishment for Megan, and the twist and major difference here, is that Ashley wants Megan to spend the rest of the summer, and possible school year diapered and babied just like she was for the past 8 weeks. Obviously this story is different from the original Penni story in many ways, but the concept and background do come from that original piece, that was very well written by Elizabeth. I am not trying to continue that specific story, but rather build on the idea and hopefully do not butcher the whole thing. I would love feedback.
(The story starts from Ashley’s perspective, but soon changes)
“Give me your keys,” mommy demanded, holding out her hand. Meg rolled her eyes and walked off to her room to get them. Once she returned, mommy removed the keyring that had Meg’s car keys, handing them to me. “Now, be careful with those,” she warned. “Make sure not to lose them, okay?”
I nodded, still giggling as I stared at my new prize, never expecting my first keys to go to a car.
“Are we done?” Meg asked, sinking down onto the couch and glaring at me, like it was my fault she was getting in trouble.
“That,” mommy smiled, “is up to Ashley.”
I glanced up in surprise, the allure of the keys forgotten. “Me?” I squeaked.
Mommy nodded. “Do you think Meg needs more than that? It -was- you she was diapering all this time, after all.”
For a moment or two, evil images began to flood into my mind, thoughts of Meg doing all my homework for me, and all my chores - not that she hadn’t been doing most of them lately anyway. My nose wrinkled at the memory of all the messy diapers I’d endured for her, all the places she’d taken me and treated me like a baby. The incident with Breadstick Girl and Lilly was still fresh on my mind, of course, and I certainly didn’t forget the spanking at the mall, squirming in my seat with the recollection.
I hadn’t even told mommy about that, I realized, and I doubted Meg had, either. While it wasn’t quite the same as everything else she’d done, I suspected mommy wouldn’t approve of it nearly as much as Meg had told me she would. It might even be enough to convince mommy to give her a taste of her own medicine - or to let daddy give it to her, once he got home, since he spanked a lot harder.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I told myself. You could probably get mommy to do -anything- to Meg, and Meg couldn’t even get mad at me for it! At least, not while mommy was around, and then I could always tattle on her. I could get revenge on her for being such a rotten big sister, show her just how much of a baby I was -not-.
“Like what do you mean Mommy?” I asked somewhat in a shy manner. Even with all those thoughts in place, I had never really seen Meg get into any real trouble. In fact, I had never seen her spanked, or even really yelled at for that matter.
“What if we made Meg go through what you went through? Do you think that would be fair?” Mommy shifting her total focus to me as Meg sat on the couch, jaw almost falling open in disbelief.
“You mean like be diapered?” I was shocked to say the least. I was thinking of Meg doing my homework and not being allowed out of the house. But to see her being a baby? Now that would be something!
“Well yes, don’t you think it would be fair Ashley if I made her go through everything you did all summer?” Meg looked like she wanted to object, but probably knew she was in enough trouble. I couldn’t really tell if Mommy was serious or not.
“I mean, yeah, I guess that would be fair.” Those were the only words that I could spit out of my mouth. I couldn’t really believe it. Was mommy really going to diaper Meg and baby her?
(now Meg’s perspective)
“Mom! You cannot be serious!” I replied in a loud tone, I could not really tell if she was being sincere or not. But I sure didn’t like where it was going. Sure it would be a fair punishment, but maybe if I offered other options instead. “How about you just ground me, and make me do chores? I don’t want to wear diapers.” This was at least worth a try.
“Meg, Ashley did not want to wear diapers either, but you practically forced it on her.”
“Oh come on! I didn’t force it on her, she had an accident, and it was the best solution.”
“Enough! Meg, I am so frustrated with you, you are doing this. And if you complain, you will be stuck diapered that much longer!” Mom was basically yelling at this point. I knew I had better just keep quiet. And it’s not like mom was going to stick with it, especially with her work schedule. It probably won’t last past the weekend. So maybe I should just go with it. Pissing her off isn’t going to do me any good.
It was fine putting Ashley in diapers and the pacifier. She was really really cute as a baby. And she was small enough to pull it off. I won’t be as cute, I will look like some retarded person who is diseased or something. I don’t like where this is headed, but I certainly don’t want to piss mom off anymore than she already is.
Ashley must be loving this because she seems excited by everything mom is saying. Much to my chagrin. I wasn’t sure what else to expect, I started to sink deeper and deeper into the couch, as Ashley seemed too afraid to even look at me, I found myself starring at her. I guess it wasn’t really her fault, but it sure was hard to not be upset with her.
Mom seemed to notice the awkward quiet moment as she seemed to rush her next sentence out. “Well I doubt the diapers that Ashley was wearing will fit you Megan, so we will probably have to go and get you some from the store. Ashley, would you go get my purse?”
I sat there, motionless, in a daze ridden with shock. I couldn’t really believe it was happening. Mom was very serious, and I knew she wasn’t going to be talked out of it. Tonight, I would be wearing a diaper for the first time since I was an infant. Just the way Ashley had been wearing them for the past two months. I thought about it, there was only six weeks until school started. I doubt mom will make me wear them that long. It’s not like she will even have time to monitor me come Monday when she returns to work. So it will probably be a long weekend, but after that I am sure that is all I will need to deal with. Mom never really sticks to things she says she is going to do anyway.
Mom and Ashley both stood up, Ashley ran into the kitchen to get mom her purse. I figured that meant I was supposed to stand up as well and get ready to leave. I stared at the ground, I did not want to make eye contact with mom. I knew she was pissed and staring at me, I didn’t want to potentially add anything to my plate. Ashley seemed happier and in pretty good spirits as she came running back into the living room with mom’s purse. She liked to carry her purse around when she could, I guess it made her feel like an adult.
Wordless, mom and Ashley started toward the front door, and I followed, sulking quietly to myself. I was left with my thoughts, which pretty well cycled over and over. This can’t be happening, it was certainly denial, and I was certainly wrong.
We got into mom’s SUV, Ashley in the back, me in the front passenger seat. Mom turned the radio to an A.M. station and we listened to a political discussion that I could not care less about. It’s not that I don’t care for politics, I just don’t know much about what is going on, and don’t know enough to keep up with the day to day discussions. I was left with my thoughts, no one even spoke until we pulled up to Target. Then Ashley broke the silence, “Mommy, you are really going to make Meg do this? Do they even make diapers big enough to fit her?” It was an honest question, and I was sort of hoping that maybe mom was bluffing or that maybe whatever adult diaper supply Target had would have been purchased already. Of course, I knew better.
“They make adult diapers for old people who can no longer control their pee, honey.” Just like that, mom replied, like it was nothing. As though it was a perfectly normal question answered with a perfectly normal response. We pulled into a parking space two rows from the front door. Normally I would be happy to have such a close parking spot, not today though. I wanted every store to become so packed that we could not even shop.
We get out of the car and walked into Target. Still quiet, I am not sure if I should say anything. And if so, what should I even say? I think Ashley is basically trying to avoid me. Which makes sense, hell I would be to. She grabs mom’s hand, just like she had mine the last eight weeks. I missed being the adult that she looked up to. Now, that role would be incredibly different.
Mom walks us straight to the baby section along with a cart. She is looking at the baby diapers, and of course isn’t seeing what she wants. I am not even looking, this was enjoyable with Ashley, now this is hell. We move slowly down the section until I finally hear mom say something. “Hey, look at these Meg, they have babyish diapers for bigger kids. I wonder if these will fit you.” I look up, and much to my horror I see what looks like baby diapers but in a larger design. I had never noticed them before, of course I didn’t need anything larger than size 6 for Ashley.
Mom asked me what size hips I thought I had. I wasn’t really sure. I knew I was a size 2 for pants and dresses so that is all that I mustered for a reply. Mom kept inspecting the package that she was now holding, I didn’t even bother to look, I just stood there with my arms crossed trying to not look her way. She seemed satisfied with the diapers she was holding, threw them in the cart, and to my horror, added three more packages. I finally spoke up “Mom, four packages?! That’s like one hundred and fifty diapers!” I was shocked, I still stuck to my belief that this would be over by the end of the weekend.
“Well Meg, I don’t know why you seem so surprised. You are wearing these for at least the rest of the summer, and probably into the school year. I bet these won’t last you through the month.” I was surprised, and let down at the same time. Ashley didn’t say a word, just was watching, standing there barely reaching mom’s waist in height. I think she knew better than to say anything.
Mom turned toward Ashley though and started to ask her questions about what all she did this summer. The more details that Ashley told her, the angrier mom seemed to get. I sort of paid attention, sort of stood there in a daze in my own dream world. I heard Ashley tell her things about the pacifier and the ribbon, the bottles, being left to poop in her diaper in the middle of a book store etc etc. I just sort of became more and more embarrassed. Not because I would be forced to do those things, but because I made my little sister go through so much. Hearing her say it, and put it into words made me feel terrible about what I thought was us just having harmless fun. Maybe it wasn’t as much fun to her as it seemed to be. I could not help but feel ashamed. To add to that, there was no way mom was going to let up now. Now that she was being given more information, she was certainly going to be tough on me. “Meg, I can not believe you made your little sister do all this! You can plan on being forced to do everything she had to do and more.”
“Mom, I thought she was enjoying it, I thought it was fun. Did we not have fun Ashley?” I asked her, hoping for a little remorse. “I thought you were enjoying yourself, I didn’t know you hated it that much.”
“Megan, I enjoyed spending the time with you, and the attention, but I didn’t like being forced to be a baby. I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl, and you don’t seem to think that.” Man, was the guilt ever present now. All I could muster was a simple. “I’m sorry, you are a big girl, I’m very sorry Ashley.”
“Well Megan, you won’t be a big girl the rest of this summer, that’s for sure.” Mom said while pushing the cart down the aisle picking up pacifiers, bottles, wipes, powder and everything else. I just followed, feeling even worse than I did before.
When mom was done in the baby aisle I got a peek at the diapers she had picked out. They looked like baby diapers, but they said on the side “designed for bedwetting teens” I was positive they would fit me without a problem. This was a discouraging moment to say the least.
Mom headed toward the clothing section, she picked out some pajama’s holding them all up to me, eyeing them and seeing if they would fit, she picked out a lot of babyish looking clothes. I knew this was going to be a very long weekend. I still clung to my hope that she would let up after this weekend, but she sure was going to spend a lot of money. We headed to the checkout, I was getting nervous, and scared, of what my weekend was going to be like, and what my potential summer was going to be like. And I was definitely not excited about it.