Tina’s New Stroller

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“Alright Princess, ready to leave for the park?” My Mommy asked me.

“Fine…” I grumbled, not looking up from my coloring book.

I was not happy about going to the park, now that my Mommy had officially put me back in diapers full time, as of last week. (All just because I had a few small accidents over the past couple months!)

In fact, I had been hoping to avoid leaving the house altogether while I was still wearing diapers for my embarrassing little... bladder issue. In the back of my mind, I was still hoping that my humiliating little potty problem would resolve itself before long, and soon my Mommy would come to her senses and stop making me wear the painfully embarrassing diapers altogether.

But as much as I didn’t want to leave the house, my Mommy made it clear to me the night before that I needed fresh air and sunshine, whether I wanted it or not. And when she threatened me with a spanking if I fussed another word, I knew better than to keep whining, given the way she turned my bottom bright red with a hairbrush the last time I put up a fuss about my diapers.

“Then on your feet, grumpy-pants. Come on, let’s go get you buckled in,” she said, closing my coloring book and pulling me by the hand.

“Buckled in?” I asked as she walked me to the front door. “I thought you said we were gonna walk to the park nearby, not drive.”

“Oh, we are! Or at least, I’ll be walking. You’ll be comfortably buckled in,” she said with a smirk.

“Mommy, I don’t understand,” I said as she pulled me out the front door.

That’s when we turned a corner…

And I saw it sitting on the front porch.

It was a stroller. A baby stroller. Or at least, it looked like a baby stroller… but it was bigger. Much bigger. Big enough to fit… someone my size.

“What is that!?” I squeaked.

“It’s your new stroller, sweetie. Now come on, take a seat,” my Mommy said, patting the seat.

“But… but… but… I don’t need a stroller, Mommy,” I said, my heart pounding, my face turning red.

“Oh sweetie, if that were true, you wouldn’t have put up such a fuss last night about going to the park. It’s clear that your recent little problem means that you don’t just need my help getting changed into your diapers to keep your pants dry, but that you also need my help doing all sorts of things now, like going to the park. So that’s why I’m going to push you there in your brand new stroller,” she said with a smile.

“But… but… but… I don’t need a stroller! I’m not a baby!” I said, starting to tear up, and hating myself for it, because I knew my tears only made me look more like a toddler.

For some reason, I just found the idea of the stroller even more humiliating than the diapers. As much as I hated the diapers… I had to admit there was a purpose to them. But just the idea of riding in the stroller made me burn crimson in embarrassment.

“You’re not a baby? Is that so?” My Mommy said. “Well then, I guess next time I talk with you about going to the park, you won’t be so fussy, huh, because you’ll be eager to show you’re a big kid, and not a baby. But until then, I want you to go ahead and take a seat, sweetie. I think this is necessary given your behavior last night. Don’t worry, I promise it’ll be comfy. Especially on your padded, diapered behind.”

“P-p-p-please, Mommy,” I teared up more. “I don’t want to ride in a stroller… I’m not a baby… please…”

“Young lady!” My Mommy suddenly scolded. “Either you march over here and sit that fanny down in your stroller right now, or I can put you over my knee again, first, and you can get strapped into your new stroller with a bright red bottom, instead.”

The threat immediately shut me up, as I reflexively rubbed my diaper-covered bottom and winced at the idea of receiving another spanking.

I gave a tearful nod, then slowly approached the scary looking stroller, still not sure what to make of it.

“Good girl,” my Mommy said as I finally acquiesced and sat down in the seat.

It was only when I finally sat down that I realized just how many straps were on the thing.

First, I felt my Mommy slipping a harness over my shoulders, which she then buckled to a strap that came up between my legs. Then, she fit my feet into what practically seemed like stirrups from the doctor’s office, and strapped and buckled my feet down into them. Finally, she pulled one more strap over my midsection, right over my bladder, and pulled the whole harness extra tight.

I squealed as the strap over my crotch was ratcheted upwards, pressing my cushy diaper into my sensitive girl parts. The harness over my chest and shoulder suddenly pinned me backward into the stroller seat. And my bladder suddenly suffered a tremendous amount of pressure.

“Mommy!” I squeaked, fruitlessly pulling on the tightly buckled, child-resistant straps. “It’s too tight!”

“My, my, you really are as fussy as an infant today, aren’t you?” Mommy said. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use this with you, dear, but it’s clear you need some help in the whining department, too.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, until suddenly…

Pop! She slipped an adult-sized pacifier into my mouth!

I gave a muffled squeal of horror. But just as I reached up to take it out…

Smack! I felt a painful slap on the back of my hand as my Mommy smacked it away.

“Don’t you dare try to take that out, young lady,” she scolded. “When I put your pacifier in, I want you quiet and suckling, until I take it out for you. Got it? Otherwise, I can strap your hands down, too.”

I felt a sting of panic as I looked down to see my Mommy pointing to some wrist cuffs built into the stroller, as well. I was already feeling a sting of claustrophobic terror as I realized how trapped I was in the stroller. The idea of losing access to my hands suddenly sounded ten times worse.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. “Yesh, Mommy,” I whimpered through my paci.

“Good girl,” my Mommy said. “Now, what do you say we get some fresh air and sunshine, huh? It’s a beautiful day outside. And guess what? I even packed some nice treats for you in your diaper bag, if you just behave yourself for the rest of our walk.”

I took a deep breath and sighed, reluctantly sucking on my pacifier and telling myself that I just needed to cooperate and get this over with.

* * *

As Mommy started rolling me down the driveway and toward the sidewalk, I felt a flurry of emotions.

On a basic level, it felt profoundly embarrassing and infantilizing to be helplessly pushed forward down the sidewalk while I remained totally strapped down and motionless. My very movement through the world was suddenly totally out of my hands. My Mommy had complete control.

Then, I suddenly succumbed to a new wave of self-conscious panic. What would other people think when they saw me being pushed in a stroller?? What will the neighbors think?? Or even worse… what if I ran into other kids my age??

I realized I had been so terrified to leave the house wearing a diaper under my clothes… I hadn’t even considered how humiliating it would be to be seen being pushed in a stroller by my Mommy!

And it was only then that I finally looked down and realized that the situation was far worse than I had thought. Because when I looked down, I finally realized that the stroller harness my Mommy had pulled up between my legs yanked my skirt way up, and made my bright white, disposable diaper highly visible to anyone and everyone within sight.

In a panic, I immediately gripped the edges of my skirt, trying in vain to pull it down enough around the harness to try to cover the diaper up.

But after frantically trying for several moments, I realized it was useless, and collapsed back in my stroller and let out a sad, pathetic whimper of humiliation and defeat.

“Aww, there there, fussy baby, it’s okay. When we get to the park, I can check your diaper and get you something nice and cool to drink, okay?” My Mommy said in a cheerful tone.

I impotently whimpered again through my paci, and crossed my arms, pouting in infantile protest, as my Mommy continued cheerfully pushing me forward without notice.

Finally, to top it all off, hearing mention of drinking something and checking my diaper turned my attention to a new anxiety.

The pressure from the stroller harness straps on my bladder was starting to become quite noticeable. I realized I suddenly really had to pee.

Of course, while we had been at home, Mommy had been quite generous so far about taking my diaper off for me when I had to use the toilet. Therefore, even though she had decided to keep me in diapers full time as of last week, after my most recent accident, I had still been mostly able to avoid the humiliation of actually using my diaper.

(The exceptions were just a few minor accidents over the last week, when Mommy couldn’t get my diaper off on time for me to make it to the potty before leaking.)

But now, we were going to the park, where there were no bathrooms.

I squirmed in discomfort against the restraints of my stroller, trying to figure out what to do. After all, Mommy just forbade me from speaking when I had my paci in.

Finally, I worked up the courage to try to get her attention, anyway, and ask about the bathroom, before we got any further away from the house.

“Ummm… Mommy?” I squeaked through my paci. “Mommy? I have a question… Mommy?”

Her response was even more disheartening than I feared it would be.

“Shhh, quiet now, baby,” she said, suddenly pulling the stroller’s shade canopy forward and over my head. “Just close your eyes and relax, okay? We’re almost to the park.”

The stroller’s canopy came down so far over my head, I suddenly couldn’t see more than a couple feet of the ground in front of me. I suddenly felt blind, in addition to being immobilized and exposed!

“But… but… but!” I helplessly whimpered, profoundly humiliated by my Mommy simply stifling my pleas with the stroller canopy. As if I was an actual fussy infant!

“Shhhhh,” I heard my Mommy say. “Quiet time baby. No more words. Just close your eyes and relax. We’re almost there.”

I felt so trapped and helpless, urgently needing to pee but forbidden from asking for a bathroom.

Suddenly, the heat of the sunny day in my thickly diapered, strapped down, fussy state started getting to me. Combined with my exhaustion from fruitlessly fighting my restraints, and the dark shade over my face, I suddenly felt my eyelids growing heavy.

And despite my bladder’s urgency, the gentle rocking of my stroller as my Mommy calmly rolled me down the sunny street, soon caused me to fall fast asleep.

* * *

Hissssssssssssss

I felt myself slowly coming to in a groggy daze.

The first thing I heard was the sound of kids playing not too far away. The sound of screaming and giggling and swing-set chains.

Then, the next thing I heard was my Mommy’s voice. She seemed to be talking to someone else right nearby.

“Oh gosh, if I’m being honest, I haven’t had this much trouble and misbehavior from her since she was in her terrible-twos. But at the same time, she still has her sweet moments. Like the way she passed right out like a baby at nap time on her stroller ride over here.”

And finally, as I groggily tried to sit up in my stroller seat, slowly re-discovering the extensive restraints holding me down, I heard the sound I had only come to recognize all too well in the past several weeks of my bladder issues…

Hissssssssssssssss

I was wetting my diaper. Flooding it. I could suddenly feel the thick, disposable padding growing hot and heavy between my legs as I stared down in shock, helpless to stop it.

Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss

I let out a whimper, squirming and moaning in my seat, torn between horror that I was helplessly wetting myself like a baby…

Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss

Versus earth-shattering, orgasmic, relief!

The hot, heavy wetness gathering around my pussy was combined with the sublime relief of my bladder. I was disgusted and ecstatic. Ashamed and delighted. Humiliated and liberated.

Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

I let out a loud, final, involuntary groan of primal satisfaction, still too wrapped up in the sensation to really process what I had just done.

But finally, just as my seemingly endless torrent of pee nearly finished pouring into my now heavy, sodden, disposable diaper, the sensation of relief quickly faded… and I was left with a sudden tidal wave of embarrassment and regret.

After all, I wasn’t a baby! I wanted Mommy to stop making me wear diapers! I wasn’t supposed to start peeing in them even more!

That’s when the stroller canopy covering my face was suddenly pulled back.

I squinted and stared up at my Mommy and our elderly neighbor, Mommy’s friend Ethyl, both staring down at me with big grins on their face.

“Uh-oh,” Ethyl said. “I can recognize that sound anywhere. I think you might need to check your baby’s diaper, dear.”

I cringed as I felt my Mommy reach down and start squishing and feeling my exposed, freshly-soaked diaper.

“Oh deary,” my Mommy said with a big smile. “It looks like little Tina here might be a much bigger baby than she realized. After all, we just barely got to the park, and she didn’t just have a little accident in this diaper… it’s already absolutely soaked!”

I blushed bright red, speechless, and mortified.

Then as my eyes continued to adjust to the afternoon sun, I realized the kids I heard playing weren’t far away at all.

In fact, the kids, many of whom were around my age, were all suddenly gathered nearby, gawking, staring and giggling at me as my Mommy checked my wet diaper!

“I can’t believe Tina’s still wearing diapers!” I heard one of them giggle and shout.

“That’s the biggest baby I’ve ever seen!” Another added.

I was mortified.

But if my Mommy noticed the audience of teasing onlookers, she gave no indication as she unbuckled one of the straps in my harness to yank my skirt all the way up and continue prodding and mushing my soaking wet diaper, to everyone’s amusement.

“Just look at this thing,” my Mommy giggled as she continued showing my wet diaper to our neighbor. “This is one of the wettest diapers I’ve ever seen! Can you believe this? At her age?”

“Oh dearie, dearie me,” Ethyl chuckled. “Yeah, it’s already turning from white to yellow. I’d get her changed before she leaks in her brand new stroller.”

“It’s a good thing I brought her diaper bag. Now that I know what a little super-soaker she is, we’re never leaving the house without it again,” my Mommy said, pulling out a fresh diaper and wipes.

It suddenly hit me what my Mommy wanted to do. She wanted to change my diaper… right here in the park!

I finally snapped out of my trance of shock and humiliation to protest. I spit my pacifier out and squealed, “No, Mommy, let’s just go home! Please, I just wanna go home!”

But my Mommy just laughed. “What are you talking about, baby girl? We just got to the park. We’re not going home yet. Mommy is still talking to her friend, and you still need to get some more sunshine and fresh air.”

“But… but… I don’t want you to change my diaper here!” I squealed in horror and humiliation.

“Oh hush, baby girl,” my Mommy scolded. “If you didn’t want to get your diaper changed like a baby, you shouldn’t have wet yourself like a baby. Now, I had packed some juice boxes and crackers for you as a treat if you were good. But since you’ve decided to throw another one of your tantrums, I suppose this is the more appropriate drink going forward.”

Suddenly, my Mommy shoved a large baby bottle of milk in my mouth. In the several seconds it took me to recognize what it was, I heard several of the playground onlookers burst into hysterical laughter at my expense.

I gagged in horror, pushed the milk bottle away, and started flailing, kicking, and writhing against my restraints, trying to escape.

But it was useless. The stroller’s restraints kept me totally bound. And what was worse, my Mommy only responded to my tantrum my suddenly slipping my hands into the stroller’s wrist restraints, as she had threatened to do earlier.

I was screaming and crying, totally apoplectic, totally helpless, as my Mommy held the giant bottle to my mouth, forcing me to drink.

“Here, let me take that for you,” Ethyl said, suddenly taking the bottle and holding it to my mouth for my Mom.

“Thank you so much,” my Mommy said, grabbing the diaper changing supplies. “I’m so sorry you have to see this. Hopefully once she’s in a clean diaper, she’ll stop behaving like a little monster.”

“It’s a good thing you brought her in this stroller! What a good investment,” Ethyl remarked, admiring the way the restraints were holding me down as I fruitlessly cried and flailed like a toddler.

“Absolutely!” I heard my Mommy say. “Just like the diapers, I feel like the stroller is also something I never want to leave the house with her without again.”

“Shhhh,” Ethyl said to me, trying to get me to calm down and drink the milk. I took several reluctant gulps, hating it, but also finding it oddly calming at the same time.

“Do you need help laying out a towel on the grass for her change?” Ethyl asked.

“Oh no,” my Mommy said. “That’s the best part of this stroller. It’s designed to help you change fussy babies right in their seat!”

Suddenly, I felt my Mommy rolling my stroller forward, then tipping me slightly back. It took me several seconds to realize that the stroller had just become a makeshift changing table!

My Mommy and Ethyl started working together to get me completely undressed, leaving me laying on the stroller in just my soggy diaper while the small crowd of gawking onlookers watched.

“Pwease, Mommy,” I uttered in one last, tearful plea. “Pwease don’t change my diaper in front of everyone! I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on. I promise I’ll never be naughty or act up or disobey you again! But please don’t change my diaper like this… I’m not a baby!”

But my Mommy just gently wiped a tear from my cheek and smiled.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said in a calm voice. “I know you don’t think you’re a baby. But you are. And I know you don’t think you need a diaper change, but you do. And finally, I know you think it means a lot to me that you promise that you’ll never be naughty again. But frankly, princess, you had your chance to be a good little girl for your age, and now, it’s too late. It doesn’t matter anymore.

“That’s why I bought this wonderful stroller for you, dear. Because you can try to act up or disobey me all you want, but it won’t matter, because I’ll be keeping you locked up tight in your stroller whenever I need to take you somewhere, or show you to my friends, or even change your stinky little diapers right in the middle of the park, just like a real baby. And so now, you no longer have a choice. From now on, you’ll just have to be my precious little baby girl again, no matter what.”

My Mommy’s words left me speechless. I stared back in silence as she grinned and got to un-taping and changing my soggy diaper, making me blush and squirm at every humiliating step.

And as I laid back, totally strapped down in my new, reclining stroller, helplessly getting my diaper changed like a baby while everyone at the park gawked at my babyish-behavior for my age, I realized my Mommy was right.

Thanks to this stroller, there was no longer anything I could do.

The only thing I could do now… was accept it.

Accept that I was now just Mommy’s little diaper-wetting, tantrum throwing, bottle-drinking baby.

And it was going to be that way for forever from now on, no matter what.

It seemed that I really was just a baby, after all.

THE END.