LittlerWriter
patreon
Regressing the Older Sister - Chapter Seven
🕑 Added 2023-08-08 15:30:21 +0000 UTCPamela woke up after an afternoon nap.
The twenty-two-year-old walked naked around her room. It was a huge space for someone who had been the maid of a very successful woman until very recently. In fact, that room had been her employer’s not even two months ago. Pamela could still remember what had happened. One night, the live-in maid had walked into Carol, her employer, masturbating to something weird. A young woman was forcing a more mature woman to wet herself to be then put back in diapers.
“Pamela, what the…What are you doing in my room?!”
After that night, nothing was the same in Carol’s home. She didn’t have kids or a husband, so Pamela was able to take control of everything by giving the older woman what she craved. And so they became mother and baby. Carol wasn’t allowed to wear anything but diapers at home, except for some baby clothes whenever it was cold. At work, Carol could dress as an adult. After all, she had to support her Mommy financially. But she would always be diapered.
Pamela didn’t have much to do nowadays. She was more than happy to just sit back and enjoy life, though. The money Carol made was enough for her to start investing. However, in exchange, she had to keep her grown-up baby clean and happy. And that was a full-time job, as Carol would shit herself three times a day, sometimes more.
..................................................................................................................................................
“Who is your Mommy?” Mikaela asked, still in shock.
“You’ll meet her soon.”
Masterfully, Carol cleaned Mikaela’s messy crotch and butthole as if she was nothing but another baby under her charge. The former older sister, however, couldn’t keep her eyes off Carol’s diaper. It was thicker than hers, and since she removed her pants, Carol had already peed herself at least once. Why would a woman in her forties be so comfortable wearing diapers in front of her? Who was her Mommy? And why was Mikaela sucking her thumb while being changed?
“Ready!” Exclaimed Carol.
“Ready for what?”
And the door to the nursery opened.
A woman of the most beautiful olive skin and coal-black hair entered. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five, younger even. Dressing elegantly, the way Mikaela had in the past. Before her forced regression. She walked into the nursery as if she owned the place, which in a way, she did.
“On your knees, little one,” said Pamela.
And Carol obeyed immediately.
“You know what to do.”
Carol kissed Pamela’s feet with tremendous respect and, in doing so, paraded her full diaper in the air. Something Mikaela found ridiculous, for lack of a better word. Here she was, a woman in her forties, wearing nothing to cover her full diaper, kissing a woman’s feet, who is almost half her age. And yet, something about Carol felt true. Like it wasn’t something she was forced to do, she wanted to be on her knees and worship the newcomer.
“Ready for your change?”
Carol shook her head.
“No oopsies yet?”
Carol nodded.
“Very well. What about your friend?”
“She’s clean now.”
“Good. You should go back to the kids. I’ll take care of her.”
“But…” Carol stopped, pausing for a second as Pamela glared at her, “Yes, Mommy.”
Carole left the nursery, but not before putting back her pants on. Then, it was just Pamela and Mikaela, who was still over the changing table, daring not to move. Pamela grew closer to her.
“So you are Elizabeth’s older sister?”
Mikaela didn’t know whether to answer or not, so she just nodded.
“I know about your little fall from grace. Was it worth it?”
“Worth it?”
“Stealing from your sister’s company?”
Of course, it had not been worth it. She had ended her entire life with that mistake, and what was worst, she now had to live with the shame of being treated like a toddler by everyone. She had not been seen as a woman in so long, and that weighed on her. But, as she thought about her past actions, a part of her answered the question from the deepest part of her subconscious.
“Really? So you also like being treated like a baby? Well, there’s not much surprise there. After all, what kind of woman would allow anyone to do this to her?”
“I had no choice!”
“Didn’t you? As I understand it,” said Pamela, starting to rub Mikaela’s crotch, “You had a choice.”
Mikaela’s reacted to the rhythmic rub by moving her hips. It was involuntary, or at least, she told herself that. But the more pressure Pamela applied, the more she moved and the more she wanted. Her breathing was slow as she tried to contain the need to moan. Watery eyes because of the shame.
“You chose to be a baby.”
“No!” Said Mikaela, moaning as she answered, “I didn’t want to go to jail!”
“You know that’s not true. You are enjoying this.”
“Please, stop!”
“Stop? Are you sure?”
“I’ll tell my…” Mikaela stopped.
“You will tell your Mommy?”
Mikaela nodded, sobbing at the ridiculous implication.
Pamela smiled, “Elizabeth didn’t lie. You’re still resisting your new life.”
“What?”
And Pamela’s rubbing stopped. Mikaela kept moving her hips, and part of her wanted it to continue.
“You chose to be a baby. And the moment you accept that the happier you’ll be. So you’re Mommy, and I had a little talk, and we are giving you a choice. You will be staying with us for a week. That should be enough time.”
“Enough time for what?”
“You will be treated like an adult during that time. I need someone to clean my house, that will be your job. If you manage to go through that week without an accident, you will get to choose whether you go back to your old life or you stay a baby.”
Mikaela’s heart stopped.
Could it actually be happening? Is it true that she could reclaim her adulthood? It should be easy. She was an adult, after all. And cleaning a house, how bad could that be? And it was just a week. It truly sounded like the perfect opportunity.
“We’ll start tomorrow. Today, however, I’ll treat you just like a baby. I will give you the love and attention you crave. Tomorrow that will all be gone.”
“I don’t care. I want my adulthood back.”
Pamela smiled devilishly, “Are you sure about that?”
Mikaela nodded enthusiastically, though her private parts were still shouting for a climax.
The rest of that day, Pamela kept Mikaela right next to her. Breastfeeding her when needed, changing her diapers, and showering her with soft and gentle kisses. It was the love Mikaela had never received from her own mother, who had always believed her to be a failure. Mikaela spend the day playing, being cuddled, and being looked after. Just the way Elizabeth had done for the last few months. But the former older sister’s mind was thinking only about one thing. She craved her adulthood back. Designer shoes. Fashionable clothes. Drinks and men, and now, also women. She would use her car again. She would watch any move she wanted, not just the ones made for babies and little kids.
And then, the day was over, and Pamela took Mikaela and Carol back to Carol’s home.
The forty-year-old woman removed her clothes as soon as they entered, revealing her massive breasts and chubby body. She wasted no time and jumped on the floor to play with various toys scattered around the living room. Right after witnessing Carol wet her diaper, Pamela took Mikaela to the room she would be occupying for the next week.
“She really likes being a baby, huh?”
“She’s honest with herself.”
Mikaela blushed, “How did you become her Mommy?”
Pamela explained what had happened after she walked into Carol’s shameful masturbation session. The forty-year-old shouted at Pamela at first, but it was hard to take her seriously while she had her own fluids all over her hand. Then she begged Pamela not to tell anyone, almost crying as she did. But Pamela had another idea. The picture was clear. Carol wanted to be degraded by someone younger and hotter, but more than anything, and that came out after, Carol wanted to be treated like a precious baby girl. No worrying about anything but being little. That couldn’t happen. Not yet. They needed her income. But Pamela, smart as she was, was already working on new income streams using Carol’s capital.
“So she agreed to give you everything in exchange for you changing her dirty diapers?”
“More or less. She wants a Mommy, and I don’t mind being that for her. She’s cute.”
“She’s a freak.”
Pamela stared at Mikaela’s used diaper.
“I will be out of this soon!”
“We’ll see,” said Pamela, pausing to allow Mikaela over her new bed, “The rules are simple. From tomorrow onwards, you won’t wear diapers anymore. Instead, you’ll start the week with one hundred points. Every time you wet yourself, that’s five points less. Ten points for every poopy accident. If by the end of the week, you have no points left, you lose. However, if you have over ten points, we can start your potty training, and you can decide whether you want to go back to your old life.”
“That’s an easy choice.”
“We’ll see,” said Pamela, “Ready for your last chance of that week?”
Mikaela nodded, noticing her diaper was at full capacity.
