Diapered for the Weekend by Auntie — Part III

The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.

Still half-asleep, the first thing Jessica’s semi-conscious mind noticed was the smell. A smell that immediately sent her back to her childhood. The smell of embarrassment. The smell of public humiliation. The smell of her shame.

It was the unmistakable, acrid scent of urine. Her urine.

Then, she felt the wetness. The cold dampness clinging intimately to her nether-regions.

Finally, she heard the words that confirmed what her subconscious already knew.

“Well, well, well. For someone who doesn’t wet the bed, this is one of the heaviest, most pee-soaked diapers I’ve ever seen!”

Jessica’s eyes shot open to see her Aunt standing over her, her fingers plunged into the legs and waist of Jessica’s sopping wet diaper.

Jessica was mortified. In a flash, she suddenly felt a decade younger again, suffering the indescribable humiliation of someone else discovering, before her, that she had woken up ‘wet’.

“Good thing these are so thick, huh?” her Aunt continued, lightly patting the yellow-stained diaper. “I bet you must leak through whatever your Mom buys for you all the time. I’ll have to tell her about these specially made, extra-thick diapers, so you can start wearing them all the time back home, now, too!”

“No… no… no…” Jessica muttered, her hands flying down to feel the sopping wet diaper in disbelief. Her brain was a total fog. The details of the night before now felt like a distant dream. It took her several seconds to even remember why she was wearing a diaper at all, let alone one so thick and covered with baby-like cartoons.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t believe all your fibs last night about how you don’t wet the bed anymore, huh?” her Aunt gloated. “Otherwise you would have woken up cold and miserable in a pee-soaked wet bed. I guess the moral of the story here, is that Auntie knows what’s best for little babies, doesn’t she?” Aunt Debbie laughed, condescendingly bopping Jessica on the nose.

Jessica recoiled in horror, still gripping and squeezing her smelly diaper in disbelief. She couldn’t believe this had happened. She hadn’t wet the bed in… years.

But then she looked up and saw the nursery she had slept in… then she spotted the nursery door. It all suddenly came back to her in a flash. And she suddenly remembered what actually happened the night before.

“No, Auntie, wait, I didn’t wet the bed, I swear!” Jessica pleaded.

Her Aunt just laughed in her face. “That’s very cute, darling. But soggy diapers don’t lie, do they?” her Aunt said, suddenly vigorously squeezing and pressing Jessica’s squelching wet diaper against her crotch.

Jessica just squirmed in helpless, mortified shock at the humiliating sensation. Just wearing the huge, pee-soaked diaper was uncomfortable enough. Like having a big, squishy wet marshmallow wrapped up tight around her waist. But having her Aunt deliberately squeeze and squish it against her groin, felt about ten times more vulnerable and humiliating. As if her Aunt were intentionally trying to make Jessica suffer the full humiliation of her wet diaper.

“Aunt Debbie, really, you don’t understand! I really didn’t wet the bed! That’s not why my diaper is wet, I swear!” Jessica pleaded

Her Aunt rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her tone becoming harsh. “Oh dear, I thought you were joking. But why should I be surprised that little-miss-liar-pants has more excuses for her behavior? Go ahead. This ought to be good.”

“Auntie, you see what happened, is that last night, when I got up to go use the bathroom… the door was locked! So I couldn’t leave my room!”

Her Aunt frowned. “Yes, honey. I told you, you were not to leave your room last night after I put you to bed. Are you telling me you tried to leave your room, anyway?”

“No… I mean… it was just because I needed to use the bathroom!” Jessica squealed.

“And so, you’re saying your diaper is wet because you needed to use the bathroom, but you couldn’t hold it till the morning like a big girl? And you had an accident in your pants instead?” Her Aunt asked.

“No, I mean… yes… but… Auntie, I really had to go! It was an emergency!” Jessica stammered. “Because see, I forgot to go before bed, and then when the door was locked, I tried calling for help, but you didn’t come, and so I couldn’t help but… but…”

“You couldn’t help but wet yourself?” Her Aunt finished Jessica’s sentence in a sharp tone.

Jessica was too embarrassed to say yes.

“I highly doubt you called for me for very long then, dear,” her Aunt continued, “as I don’t remember hearing anything of the sort, despite me being up quite a bit later than you. Also, whether it’s true or not, it’s hardly an excuse that you were too immature to handle the basic responsibility of remembering to use the potty before bed.

“But the bottom line is, if I’m to believe what I’m hearing, is that you didn’t have an accident and wet yourself while you were sleeping. You had an accident and wet yourself while you were fully awake, just because you couldn’t hold it long enough to get to the bathroom.

“If this is really the story you’re trying to convince me of, dear, you may want to think very carefully about its implications. Because if it’s true, it means you don’t just have a bed-wetting problem. You have an all-the-time-wetting problem. Which means, instead of changing you out of diapers for the day, I need to be changing you into clean diapers for the day. So, are you sure you’re telling me the truth?” Her Aunt asked.

Jessica’s eyes went wide and she flushed redder than a tomato. She knew her Aunt wasn’t being fair. But at the same time, she suddenly felt helpless to dispute her logic. And the idea of suddenly being forced to suffer the incredible humiliation of wearing diapers during the daytime, now, too… was just unimaginable.

“But… but… but…” Jessica stammered, staring up at her displeased Aunt like a toddler caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Finally, Jessica relented, knowing she didn’t have a choice. The alternative her Aunt threatened her with was just so much worse.

“No, you’re right, Auntie,” Jessica sighed. “I was telling stories again. My diaper is wet because I wet the bed last night. Just like you said I would.”

Her Aunt gave a self-righteous nod. “I see. Well, I’m hardly surprised. When will you finally learn to stop you’re fibbing, Jessica? It’s truly unacceptable, even for a girl of your highly-underdeveloped age. Quite frankly, I ought to put you right over my knee again, right now, as punishment.”

“No, Auntie, please!” Jessica blurted in terror. “Please don’t spank me again! I’ll be good I promise!”

Her Aunt stared down at Jessica for a long moment while she trembled in fear, then finally nodded.

“Very well. I’ll give you one more chance, young lady, and go easy on you. So, instead of putting you over my knee, your punishment is that you will be staying in that cold, wet diaper until after breakfast.

“After all, it’s only fitting that since you pee yourself like a baby, and you fib like a baby, that you should suffer the helplessness of a clammy, stinky wet diaper while you eat, just like a baby,” her Aunt declared.

Jessica grimaced and stared down at her sopping yellow diaper in disgust. She already badly wanted to take the disgusting thing off. But she knew it was still better than a spanking.

“Yes, Auntie,” she whimpered.

Several seconds passed, and Jessica looked up to see her Aunt still standing over her, her arms crossed.

“I didn’t hear you, dear,” her Aunt said.

“Huh?” Jessica replied.

“What do naughty little girls say when their Auntie’s decide to go easy on them for being naughty? That is, if they still don’t want to be spanked, after all,” her Aunt said.

“Oh!” Jessica gulped. “Um, thank you, Auntie! Thank you for… letting me sit in my cold, wet diaper as punishment, instead of spanking me,” Jessica said, immediately resenting the extra humiliation of her Aunt making her ‘thank’ her for such a thing.

Her Aunt smiled and tussled Jessica’s hair. “Aw, you’re welcome, Jessy-poo. Anything for the itty-bitty, diaper-wetting, baby of the house. Now come on, let’s go eat breakfast. I’m sure Ella’s really looking forward to spending all day today playing with her little cousin, Jessy.”

Jessica quietly groaned as she got to her feet. Her Aunt grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the door.

“Auntie, wait!” Jessica blurted. “Shouldn’t I uh… put pants on, first?”

Her Aunt just laughed in Jessica’s face again. “No dear. There’s no reason for you to risk soiling your clothes with a diaper that already seems on the verge of leaking. Your wet diaper and shirt are all the modesty you need for breakfast.”

Jessica sighed, feeling more like a baby than ever, as she begrudgingly waddled behind her Aunt out of the nursery with her exposed, droopy, soggy, yellow diaper sagging between her legs.

She just hoped the worst of her day’s humiliation would be over soon. She didn’t know how much more non-stop embarrassment she could take.

* * *

“Mommy Mommy! Jessy’s wearing baby diapers!” Ella screamed in excitement as Jessica’s Aunt led Jessica into the kitchen. “I didn’t even know they made baby diapers that big!”

Jessica burned bright red in embarrassment as her Aunt just laughed.

“That’s right, Ella, they do,” her Aunt said. “For big-kids who still wet as much as a baby at night, and are too big for GoodNites, like the ones you have upstairs, anyway. See how wet she is?” Her Aunt said, suddenly squeezing Jessica’s soggy diaper again, making Jessica squirm in humiliation.

“Wow, yeah!” Ella said. “I can see how her diaper is all yellow and squishy. Yucky! Why hasn’t she changed out of it yet?”

“It is yucky, isn’t it?” Her Aunt smirked as Jessica stared at the floor, her cheeks burning crimson. “But the thing is, no matter how big you are, if you need to wear baby diapers with tabs, like these, instead of pull-ups, like the ones you wear now, no matter how big you are, you still need to be changed by a Mommy or an Auntie. And so, Jessy-poo has to wait until Auntie is ready to change her out of her diaper, which will be after breakfast.”

“Ooooooh,” Ella grinned. “I’m so glad I’m mature enough now to wear pull-ups, instead of baby-diapers, like Jessy!”

“Me too, darling. Mommy’s proud of you,” Aunt Debbie said, giving Ella a kiss on the head.

Jessica just wanted to die of embarrassment. She couldn’t help but feel that her Aunt was purposefully using Ella to embarrass Jessica about her diapers as much as possible.

But as her Aunt led her to the table for breakfast, Jessica continued to bite her tongue and took the humiliation in silence. She just wanted to get breakfast over with so she could finally get her stupid, soggy diaper changed.

Jessica was starting to worry about what her Aunt was going to feed her. But fortunately, Aunt Debbie gave them both kids cereal, which wasn’t that different from what Jessica would have eaten, anyway.

Her Aunt did serve it to both of them in colorful kid’s bowls, with little kid’s spoons, but that was hardly worth complaining about, compared to the rest of what her Aunt had subjected Jessica to, so far.

Jessica listened to Ella and Aunt Debbie chat while she ate in silence, doing her best not to focus on the disgusting, pee-soaked, soggy diaper squishing between her buns. But as they finished breakfast, Jessica heard something that finally forced her to protest.

“What are cousin Jessy and I going to do today, Mommy?” Ella asked.

“Well, darling, that’s up to you!” Aunt Debbie answered. “Do you remember, last night, when I said that Jessy-poo was being extra naughty, so she’s being treated like your younger cousin this weekend? Well that means you get to decide what the two of you do! Because you’re going to be babysitting her!”

Ella gasped in excitement…

And Jessica gasped in outrage.

“Yayyyyy!!!” Ella screamed for joy, jumping to her feet and running around the kitchen. “We’re going to have so much fun today, little Jessy!”

“You can’t be serious!” Jessica hissed at her Aunt. “I didn’t agree to that!”

Her Aunt shrugged. “You can agree to it or not, dear, I don’t care. But if you want me to tell your Mom that you were well-behaved this weekend, let alone if you don’t want me tanning your buns with the hairbrush again, you’ll do your part exactly as I just described.”

Jessica gritted her teeth… but ultimately slumped in resignation, accepting her fate. She knew her Aunt still had all the power over her right now.

Besides, how bad could it be? Jessica thought to herself. She knew she was probably going to spend the day playing with Ella, anyway.

Her Aunt finished breakfast by having them take their bowls to the sink and put them in the dishwasher, followed by her closely instructing and supervising each of them through the steps of washing their hands, which Jessica of course bristled at. She was really getting tired of being treated like a toddler again.

“Alright, Jessy-poo, time to go change that stinky, soggy diaper of yours so you and your big cousin can start playing,” her Aunt announced, finally guiding Jessica by the hand back to the nursery.

* * *

“Auntie… are you sure I can’t just change myself? I promise I can do it just fine,” Jessica pleaded as her Aunt walked her back toward the change table.

Her Aunt just laughed. “Dear, if you were capable of handling your own diaper-needs, you would have brought your own, and I wouldn’t have had to change you into one of mine, last night. Now butt up, Auntie needs to wipe you up good so you don’t get a rash playing today.”

Jessica cringed as she hopped up on the diaper changing table, once again feeling the squelch of the soggy diaper under her butt.

As she laid down, she felt the strap being pulled across her midsection and heard the buckle click shut. She winced, having forgotten about that particular humiliating touch from last night.

“Legs up, Jessy-poo,” her Aunt cooed. “There we go.”

Jessica shivered from the cool air on her damp bottom as her Aunt untaped and pulled her soggy diaper off.

“Wowee! You really soaked this thing, Jessy-girl. It stinks like lots of pee-pee, huh?” Her Aunt teased.

Jessica burned with embarrassment, also now able to detect the strong odor of her pee from the fully soaked diaper. Once again, she immediately flashed back to her endlessly humiliating years of waking up in a wet bed.

“I’m surprised you didn’t leak onto the blankets, last night! Good thing there’s a plastic mattress protector in your crib—I mean bed,” her Aunt smirked as she rolled the soggy diaper up and dropped it with a squishy thud into the nearby diaper pail.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face in embarrassment as her Aunt scrubbed her thighs, tummy and crotch with cool baby wipes. Her Aunt even spent an uncomfortable amount of time cleaning and scrubbing Jessica’s pussy and anus, making Jessica softly groan in utter shock and embarrassment.

“Well, dear, I wouldn’t have to scrub so hard down here near your sensitive bits if you didn’t have such an overgrown jungle for me to deal with,” her Aunt remarked, making Jessica burn even hotter with embarrassment. “But don’t worry, Jessy-poo, we’ll take care of that for you, tonight.”

Jessica didn’t know what her Aunt was talking about, but she didn’t ask. She just wanted to get this stupid diaper change over with.

Her Aunt coated Jessica with a heavy helping of baby-powder, which Jessica found unnecessary, given that she wasn’t going back into a diaper.

Finally, her Aunt helped Jessica sit back up.

“There we go, dear. Now stay put, Auntie’s gonna go pick out some panties and an outfit for you to wear today.”

As Jessica watched her Aunt leave the room, it took her a couple seconds to catch up with what her Aunt just said. Her Aunt was picking out her panties and clothes for her? What the heck?

That’s when Jessica looked around, and suddenly realized that she still hadn’t seen all her things since she left them down the hall the night before.

She also realized… she was yet to get a hold of her phone! She had been so caught up with all the drama and embarrassment of that morning, she hadn’t gotten a chance to retrieve it yet after waking up.

Her Aunt returned a moment later holding a skirt, shirt, and underwear that Jessica had packed. “This will be a nice outfit for you dear,” she said.

“Um, thanks, Aunt Debbie. But uh, I can pick out my own clothes. Let me just go grab my bag. Is it still where I left it in the hallway last night?” Ella asked.

Her Aunt frowned. “No dear, it’s not where you left it last night. And no, dear, you will not be picking out your own clothes, either. Some of the outfits you brought were far too inappropriate for a girl your age, and I won’t be having my daughter see you in them. Instead, I’ve brought you the clothes from your bag that I approve of.”

Ella’s eyes widened. “Aunt Debbie, you can’t be serious…”

“Try me,” her Aunt scolded, her hands on her hips. “Like I said downstairs, I’m all too happy to put you over my knee and tell your Mom all about your extensive misbehaviors this weekend, if need be.”

Jessica stared back at her Aunt, cringing as she realized she was, once again, powerless. “Yes, Aunt Debbie,” she finally sighed.

Her Aunt flashed an evil smirk and held out Jessica’s panties for her to step into, like she were dressing a toddler. Jessica begrudgingly complied, letting her Aunt pull her panties up around her waist for her.

“Good girl,” her Aunt smirked as she continued helping Jessica get dressed.

When Jessica was finished, her Aunt grabbed her hand and started leading her right back toward the living room.

“Um, Aunt Debbie,” Jessica piped up, “where did you say you put my bag again?”

“I didn’t say where I put your bag,” her Aunt answered in a terse voice.

“Oh,” Jessica said. “Well… do you mind if I grab a couple things from it?”

“What do you need dear, I’ll get it for you,” her Aunt answered.

Jessica gritted her teeth in frustration. “Just a couple things,” she answered.

“Dear, if you can’t tell me what you need, you’re not getting it. Because otherwise, I can only assume it’s contraband,” her Aunt answered.

“But it’s my bag!” Jessica whined.

“And you’re under my roof!” Her Aunt said back. “Now I don’t want another word of fuss from you, young lady, unless you’re finally ready to go over my knee, after all. You’ve been begging for it all morning now, and I’m just about on my last nerve.”

“But… but… but…” Jessica squeaked, starting to tear up in frustration. “Can’t I at least just grab my cell phone, real quick?”

Her Aunt stopped, turned and smirked as she looked Jessica in the eyes. “Oh dear. I’m afraid you’re far too young to have a cell phone. Ella is far too young, and she’s more mature than you! Now, come along.”

“But I just wanted to call my Mommy!” Jessica cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Aw, is that what this is about? You miss your Mommy?” her Aunt replied. “Well don’t worry, dear, your Mommy is doing just fine, she’s just on a business trip, and she’ll be back to pick you up before you know it, okay? But until then, Auntie is here to take good care of you, okay Jessy-poo?”

Jessica wanted to scream with anger and frustration. She hated the way her Aunt was treating her like a baby, and she hated how much she suddenly looked and felt like one, too. But once again, she felt utterly powerless to do anything about it.

“Yes, Auntie,” Jessica finally murmured, trying to wipe away her tears as her Aunt continued leading her back to the living room.

Jessica knew she still needed to get a hold of her Mom if she didn’t want her Aunt to get away with making her spend another humiliating night in a crib and a diaper.

But to contact her Mom, she needed her phone. And she now had no idea where it was.

Jessica took a deep breath and dried her tears—partially because she was embarrassed for Ella to see her crying like a baby, partially because she knew she needed to stay strong.

Jessica told herself everything would be okay. She just needed to find time at some point that day to sneak off and look for her phone while her Aunt was distracted.

Then, as soon as she called her Mom, everything would finally be cleared up. Her Aunt would stop treating her like a baby. She could stop worrying about being spanked again. And she would never, ever, have to suffer the humiliation of wearing a diaper, ever again.

Or at least… that’s what Jessica desperately hoped. Because it suddenly felt like she was losing more of her adulthood every minute.

And she just hoped, by the time her Mom finally returned to pick her back up, she still remembered how to even be a big kid at all.