Of Panties and Pacifiers (Chapter 51)

As she lay on the table for hours on end, Chloe was trained by the twins in perfecting every aspect of a diaper change for herself.

When Chloe used too much or too little of the baby powder they would call her a silly little girl and show her just the right amount she needed to pour on her bald shaven crotch so that in Tina’s words, “Her cutie little princess parts would be safe from diaper rash and her bottom would smell just how a cute little baby’s should.”

They would school her on her technique to wiping her accidents off of herself, as if Chloe hadn’t been wiping her own butt for 20+ years. But when Chloe got angry with them Tori just chuckled and said, “If you still want stickiness and mush all over your inner thighs be my guest, we’re just trying to help, little girl.” Chloe wanted to pout and tell the girl off, but knowing there would be punishment if she did so she decided not to. Especially when she checked the area higher up on her inner thighs and discovered there actually was a small spot she had missed, a fact that made anything she might have said in her own defense a little bit pointless.

The twins even had tips and tricks on exactly how Chloe should fold and tape up her diapers; not only once she was first putting them on, but also when they had been... used by her... and she had to carry one of the freshly smelly garments to a diaper pail.

“Truthfully,” Tina told her one day during the training. “You most likely won’t be changing your own diapers very often. That’s what your trainers, sitters, and Caretaker are for. But it’s good for you to know how just in case your Mommy or Daddy ever wants you to one day.”

Mommy or Daddy??? Chloe thought. What the HELL was she talking about?! Before Chloe could really question the girl any further though, they had already moved on to something else, ignoring Chloe’s protests.

Despite the horrible things she was being put through here, Chloe had always assumed that once they finally let her go, she’d at least be able to still be in charge of herself. But maybe that was foolish of her to think that. Was she going to be given to someone like a weird pet? Was this company just a horrible form of stealing people and giving them to others for sick purposes? Was she just going to be given away to some “Mommy” or “Daddy” once this was all over? She had no idea, and the fact that she couldn’t do absolutely anything about it, worried her even more.

Chloe continued to do her “work”, if it could be called that, for 3 days straight with only occasional breaks for snacks and playtime before they finally let her end the day with bath time as always. (The fact of which, she hated how used to she was by now of the twins seeing her entirely naked and bathing her.)

Since Chloe was being a good girl with her work, Tina “rewarded” her with pink hairspray dye in her hair for every day that she was good, even though she knew it would wash out during bath time at the end of each day. Still harboring her anger, Chloe knew she wanted to shove that can of pink hairspray up the girls’ ass, but knew by now that just accepting her current treatment would be better for her in the long run.

The best thing about the self-diapering training days in Chloe’s opinion was the fact that she actually got to wear some normal clothes sometimes. Even though obviously she was still in ridiculous giant and poofy adult diapers covered in cartoons and animals and other cutsie bullshit, she didn’t need to see anyone else the whole day except for the twins, so she was allowed to wear normal socks, and shirts, and even a comfortable sweatshirt on occasion. It didn’t do too much to make her feel better, but with the hoodie and even her glasses (Which they sometimes allowed her to wear.) on, Chloe felt just that tiny hint of adultness still inside of her. Even though she still had to present her perfectly secured and pink princess diapered butt to both of her babysitters to ensure she had diapered herself properly, just like they had been careful to teach her.

On the third day of her training, the twins finally agreed that Chloe seemed to understand the perfect etiquette to properly diapering herself. A fact that they both seemed quite pleased about.

“Oh yes, you’re such a good girl Chloe, aren’t you? Our perfect little baby.” Tina said smiling as she poked and prodded at Chloe’s perfectly diapered butt. Chloe steeled herself, keeping herself still as her sitters continued to coo and praise her while poking her crinkly backside.

Tori smiled at her, “Don’t worry, there’s still lots of training to be done. You’ll still be with us for a long time to come, little girl.”

Chloe struggled to contain the whimper building up in her as she stood there in place. The humiliation never seeming to end in this twisted place.
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