Dependence 1

“No I… I really shouldn’t” Tracy said to herself, as she stood in her little nephew’s nursery. She had wandered in there without any real purpose. She was home alone, and had been pain stakingly bored the past few hours. Anything around the house would have entertained her at this point, so it was no surprise that when she caught a glimpse of her nephew’s training pants… would it hurt to see what they felt like again?

“They’re for little kids!.... Not for people with big asses like mine.” She thought, kinda laughing at her last comment. Still though she made her way over to the rows of pull-ups. She just let her arm reach out, and pull one out from the neat row. She held it in her hands for a few moments, flipping it over in her hands a few times. The more she examined it, the more she thought what she was doing was absolutely ridiculous. “Come on, I’m 26 years old, I’m not going to play around with this stuff.” She murmured to herself, fitting the pull-up back into row with the others.

“What was that, Tracy?” Her older sister suddenly said, catching Tracy completely off guard. She shot her head toward the doorway, completely frozen in fear. Her hands were still barely holding onto the pull-up. Her sister had a sinister smirk around her face, as she made her way over toward Tracy. “You… just want to play around with this stuff?” She said, taking a few more steps toward her. Tracy immediately started shaking her head no.

“No! I just was… I was… It’s… It’s not at all what this looks like!” Tracy said, finding herself able to move her arms back to her side. Nancy wasn’t buying it though. She stopped only a foot away from her little sister, her smile still wicked.

“You want to see what it’s like being a little toddler? Just like your little nephew?” She said, placing her hand on Tracy’s chest. 

“What the fuck Nancy? No I don- HEY! What the fuck are you doing?!” Tracy yelled, as her sister suddenly pushed her to the padded floor. Her sister’s face went suddenly serious.

“Don’t get up.” She said with venom in her voice. Tracy instantly did as she was told. The moment hung for a few seconds, as the two girls started at one another. Nancy’s gaze was powerful, looking right into Tracy’s soul practically. It wasn’t long after that Tracy looked away in fear, instantly forming a smile across Nancy’s lips. “That’s what I thought.” She said, making her way over to a wooden crate across the room. Tracy just laid on the ground in fear.

“I used to have a boyfriend who was into the same stuff you are.” Nancy said, as she opened the wooden crate. She slowly pulled out a thick, puffy folded adult diaper. It had patterns of monkeys and other random animals all over it. Tracy’s jaw practically dropped.

“I’M NOT INTO DIAPERS!” She said, pounding her fists on the ground. Nancy just smiled, while she walked over to her little sister. 

“Hush you. You don’t have to fight it anymore, I know exactly what you want.” Nancy said, unbuttoning her sisters jeans. Tracy was in too much shock, she couldn’t even form words as her sister swiftly took off her clothes. Completely naked, she just followed her sister’s orders, as she felt her waist suddenly tapped into a thirsty diaper.

She stood up. Not quite believing the situation she suddenly found herself in. “Now I want you to apologize for raising your tone with me.” Nancy said, crossing her arms. Tracy opened hers up submissively, to subconsciously show her diaper a little more. 

“I’m sorry…” She eeked out, looking away. Nancy didn’t think that was good enough though.

“I’m sorry, Mommy” Nancy said, telling her baby sister to correct herself. Tracy looked up to protest, but stopped when she saw the stern look on her sister’s face.

“I’m sorry…. Mommy…”