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🕑 Added 2022-01-28 03:00:00 +0000 UTCI know you have all heard the term, “Evil Step-Mother” before. Sometimes, people just use that to refer to a step-parent that they really don’t like it really is the truth. Sometimes, the word ‘evil’ feels more accurate than a simple phrase.
I had come home for summer break after my first year away at college. I had loved going to college, having found it to be exactly what I’d been looking for. Some freedom, some parties, the opportunity to talk to some boys, and girls. These were just a few of the things that I hadn’t been feeling too much of at home since I have returned home. I knew that returning home for a couple months after a year of being away would be difficult, but I didn’t realize just how difficult it would end up being.
You see, for the longest time it had just been me and my Dad, but last Christmas he had gotten married to a young woman, not all that much older than I was, and someone whom he’d only been dating for about 5 months. Insane??! Tell me about it. I tried on many occasions to talk my Dad out of it, but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Ignoring his daughter’s words in his own search for love, my father married her without much thought.
Luckily I was able to get away from the worst of it because I was able escape back to school when Christmas break ended. Now, while most young adults are excited to be home for the summer, I’ve been dreading it.
From the moment I walked in the door my new step-mom was yelling, telling me about all the new rules she’d put in place around the house, and even had the nerve to give me a curfew! The worst part was when I tried to go to my Dad and tell him what was going on, his exact words were,
“I don’t wanna hear it, listen to your MOTHER.”
I could not believe it. It felt like I’d left home and return to a nut house. My Dad more or less told me that I could either get used to the new arrangement and the new rules, or leave. I was beyond pissed off.
So I did what I could, I tried to stay in my room and stay away from both of them as often as I could. I just needed to get through a few months of this and then I’d be back to school...
Things really started to go south on my 5 night home... the morning I woke up wet.
I woke up and almost immediately sensed something amiss. My lower half felt cold and sticky and there was a rancid smell permeating throughout the room. I threw off my covers and was horrified to find that I had wet the bed in my sleep! Again, I couldn’t believe it! I hadn’t wet the bed past the age of 4! Why now?!
I did what I could to try and hide it, but when it happened the next night... and the night after, it wasn’t long before evil Step-Mommy found out.
“It’s ridiculous!” Stepmother said at breakfast that morning, my sheets spinning in the laundry for the third morning in a row. While I’d taken a shower, she’d run out to the store and by then my Dad had already left for work leaving me alone with this witch. I knew I was about to get a lecture, so I decided to set up my phone and secretly record just in case the evil Step-mother said anything I could end up showing my Dad and using against her.
“What are you 5 years old? Were you doing this at college too?”
“What? No I wasn’t.”
“Sure you weren’t, little brat. I’m already sick and tired of your lies and your snotty attitude. I saw your other clothes that were in the laundry. So I went to the store and got you these.”
As the woman pulled a big plastic package out of her grocery bag, I could feel my heart stop.
“A...are those..?” I stuttered out, trying to force myself to speak.
“You know exactly what they are young lady. Now get your pants down now!”
I tried my best to fight against my psychopath of a stepmother but in just a matter of moments she had yanked my jeans and underwear down my legs and pulled them off me completely. She gave me butt a couple of hard ‘Whacks!’ as she ripped the package open and pulled out one of the large white crinkly garments that was inside.
I almost forgot about the fact that all of this was being recorded as the woman changed me into one on the kitchen table, complete with baby powder and everything!
“Now get in the corner and stay there young lady! You will not move or say a word for 30 minutes!” Tears appeared in my eyes as I stood there naked from the waist down except for the sickeningly infantile garment she’d wrapped me into.
“But I...”
“40 minutes!”
“Stepmother, I just...”
“50 minutes! Don’t test me young lady!”
I was furious, but I forced myself to stand in the corner like a 5 year old. While Stepmother was in the other room I glanced back at my phone and saw the light still on. It was still recording!
But as I stood there, I quickly felt a much bigger problem starting.
“Ohhhh no...” I mumble out as I feel my stomach suddenly groan. Except for the accident I’d had in bed, I hadn’t gone to the bathroom at all yet today. Usually I had a bowel movement in the first few hours of the day, but I had been stuck in the kitchen for the past hour and a half getting yelled at and then punished.
I tried my best to ignore my own desperation... but I couldn’t. It was getting worse and worse by the moment. I had to try to say something.
“S-stepmother?”
“10 more minutes!” She angrily said almost instantly.
“But Stepmother I...”
“10 more minutes young lady! Keep pushing me, I dare you.”
By this point, my legs were shaking and the inevitable didn’t take much longer...
“Oh my goodness... what’s this?!” Stepmother said as I felt her hand press against my padded butt. She grabbed the waist band and pulled out the back of it as she watched me fill it up with a squishy stinky mess. I couldn’t handle it anymore and was sobbing. “Filling up your first diaper with poopies? You’re even more of a little brat than I thought you were Gabby. Wait till your father hears about this. He’ll agree with me that keeping you in diapers for now is for the best.” I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks as she patted my squishy behind, pressing my stinky accident into my skin even more. “Oh? And what’d we have here?” As she walked away from me, I risked turning around to see that she’d noticed my phone! “Gabby, do you have this recording? Hoping to catch something on film dear?” She laughed a little. “All you caught was yourself pooping your diapie like the little brat you’ve been acting like.” While she held the phone in one hand, she focused the camera on my butt as she gave it a few more hard pats. She pressed the button on my phone, turning off the video. “Now, you have 30 more minutes of standing in the corner, and if I hear a word out of you, I promise it’ll be longer. Be a good girl and do as you’re told... or I might have to just email this video to your friends at school.”
A helpless whimper escaped from my mouth as I nodded my head and turned back to the corner obediently, not really noticing as I lifted one of my hands to suck my thumb, wanting to find some small source of comfort.
Little did I know though, as Stepmother walked away incriminating video now in her possession, she was chuckling to herself. She walked to the kitchen and cleaned out a certain small bowl, preparing to fill it up with warm water and stick her step-daughter’s hand in it while she was sleeping for the fourth night in a row. A solution she would use for now until she found something more... permanent.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
You can find more of his content here :
https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
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I would love a Part 2 to this story
Jack_davis
I would love a Part 2 to this story
