Chapter Description: Emily is home from therapy and Amelia has a few surprises for her.
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“Do we have to do this?” Emily asked with annoyance, “You could just ask me!”
“I like to make sure.” Amelia replied.
Emily had barely got through the front door when her wife had marched up to her. Instead of the welcome home hug that she expected, Amelia had immediately stuck her hand down Emily’s pants to check her diaper. She was soaked, which shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone since it had been quite a while since her last change. Emily had been drinking plenty of her wife’s milk, both bottled and from the source, which left her very hydrated. Whilst is was still humiliating beyond belief and extremely weird, Emily just couldn’t turn down the sweet milk that she had grown to crave. It had now replaced most of her other drinks. At least it was probably healthier than the fizzy sodas she usually drank.
“You’re soaked.” Amelia said, “Didn’t you ask Catherine to change you?”
“Of course I didn’t!” Emily exclaimed.
Amelia rolled her eyes as if Emily was being unreasonable. Emily wondered if her wife really realised what she was suggesting. It felt like Amelia had lost all sense of perspective on what was considered “normal” behaviour. Emily was sure there were very, very few other spouses that would make such a suggestion under any circumstances.
“Well, let’s go get you changed then.” Amelia said as she gestured to the stairs.
Emily walked up to the landing with Amelia right behind her. As she turned towards her bedroom, she saw there was a large stack of cardboard boxes that had been flattened down and were leaning against the banister.
“What are these?” Emily asked.
“I told you I was expecting a couple of deliveries.” Amelia replied, “I’ve been hard at work whilst you were out.”
“What do you mean?” Emily was starting to get a bad feeling about things.
“Well, go in and look.” Amelia said as she gestured to the door.
Emily wasn’t sure she wanted to see what her wife had in store for her. She couldn’t imagine any surprise would be a good one. She pushed the door open slowly and winced as if something was likely to jump out at her. With a last look at Amelia, she slowly stepped forwards and immediately saw what had changed. She felt her knees weaken and she slumped sideways only staying upright thanks to the changing table.
“A… A…” Emily was a whirlwind of emotions.
Emily couldn’t even bring herself to say the name of what she saw. Her bed was still there but it was now surrounded on all sides by tall vertical bars. Her mouth was hanging open as her brain decided what her dominant feeling was: anger, shock, depression, or disbelief. All of them were melding together in a ball that was threatening to explode out of her.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Amelia said casually as if describing something normal like a new computer, “I couldn’t believe it when I saw online that they were selling these things.”
Emily was still struggling to form a reaction. It must’ve been some sort of horrible joke from Amelia, there was no way she had really turned her bed into a crib. Not even after everything had happened would her wife do that to her. But she couldn’t argue that she was looking at it. It had clearly been bought at some expense and must’ve been a nightmare to set up as one person. When Emily looked at her wife, she saw the smile of someone unveiling a wonderful gift rather than someone pulling a prank.
“W-Why!?” Emily gasped.
“Remember when Catherine was here?” Amelia asked, “I told you to stay put and you were unable to do it. I’ve bought something to help you be good.”
Emily’s brain had settled on a deep-seated humiliation as its dominant emotion. She was painfully reminded of the cage around her genitals that had seemingly been put there for the same reason as the new bed bars. Amelia had to understand how unfair all of this was.
“I… I can’t sleep in there…” Emily muttered as she shook her head.
“Of course you can.” Amelia replied, “It’s still the same sized bed.”
“No, I mean…” Emily couldn’t believe she was going to have to explain to her wife why she shouldn’t sleep in a crib.
“It’s not a big deal, baby.” Amelia said as she walked forwards and put her hands on Emily’s upper arms. Emily immediately pulled back.
“Stop saying that!” Emily shouted, “It IS a big deal! Why are you treating me like some stupid baby!?”
“Come on… You know I don’t think you’re stupid.” Amelia said sympathetically, “I’m doing this to help you be good. Now let’s get your diaper changed, eh?”
“No!” Emily said loudly and firmly, “I don’t want you to!”
“You can’t stay in a wet diaper.” Amelia shook her head, “You’ll get a rash.”
Emily’s emotions were threatening to boil over. She was so frustrated and embarrassed. Before she knew what she was doing she was lashing out at the shelves beneath the changing table. With a roar of rage she swept the diapers off one of the shelves leaving them to tumble all over the floor. She aimed a kick at the next shelf down and found it easily came away from the rest of the structure. The baby powder fell to the carpet where the top opened and spilled its contents everywhere. Even as Emily was doing her destructive actions she felt regret, not just for the mess she was making but because it was getting her nowhere. Her response to this embarrassment, she realised, was to have a massive tantrum.
“Emily!” Amelia shouted, “Stop that right now!”
It was too late to stop. Emily knew punishment was going to come, all she could do was make sure her point was made. She wasn’t some useless child!
Emily reached over to the far edge of the changing table which had a small gap to the wall. She dug fingers in and then pulled hard. The structure was heavier than she imagined but she let out a grunt as it fell over with a loud crash. The contents of the table spilled everywhere and in some places the wood had splintered a little. Emily was breathing hard as she stepped back and looked at the destruction she had wrought. She didn’t get a chance to gloat over her victory to Amelia though. The taller woman was already reaching out for her.
“Bad girl!” Amelia exclaimed with anger.
Emily felt a pain in her ear as Amelia pinched it between two of her fingers. She squealed as she was pulled across the empty floor of the room and over to the crib. She begged to be released but Amelia wasn’t listening. A lever on the floor of the crib was stepped on by Amelia and the side facing the room dropped down. Realising what was about to happen Emily tried to pull away but the pinching on her ear only became stronger, holding her in place.
“Very bad girl!” Amelia said as she pulled Emily forwards.
The pain in Emily’s ear was getting too much for her as tear filled her eyes. She followed the hand that was pulling her until she had climbed on to her mattress. She was repeatedly telling Amelia to let go but when her ear was released, she wasn’t ready. As the blood rushed back in, she put both her hands up to the painful appendage. There was a rattling noise as the side of the crib was lifted up and locked back into place.
“Let me out!” Emily demanded, “You can’t lock me in this stupid thing! That’s… That’s false imprisonment!”
“It’s discipline.” Amelia replied darkly, “You can stay in there and think about what you’ve done.”
“W-Wait!” Emily reached through the bars as Amelia walked over to where some of the diaper on the floor had piled up. She picked up two and slid them through the tall bars of the crib.
“Here.” Amelia said, “You aren’t allowed to change your own diaper. That rule still applies but I will let you add layers. I wouldn’t break any more rules if I were you. You’re in big enough trouble as it is.”
“We can talk about this!” Emily said as she clutched the bars of her cell.
“Maybe we could’ve.” Amelia nodded her head, “But your little tantrum showed me you aren’t ready for that.”
Emily continued pleading to be let out until Amelia left the room and closed the door behind her. For several minutes afterwards Emily continued shouting and banging but it got her nowhere. Eventually she slumped back, she couldn’t believe she had been left in a crib like that. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Things felt so utterly out of control.
The room was in a mess after Emily’s outburst and all she could do whilst on her bed was look out and regret it. She didn’t think she’d been unreasonable, considering the circumstances, but she certainly didn’t like the result. She kicked out at the bars petulantly but only served to hurt her foot.
Fresh warmth streamed into Emily’s diaper. She’d hardly had even an inkling that she needed to go beforehand. It reminded her how wet she was. With no idea how long she would be stuck in the crib she really wasn’t keen on leaking, and she already knew she couldn’t trust herself not to soak her pants even more.
Emily stripped off her clothes until she was down to her bra and diaper. She took one of the new diapers and unfolded it, putting another layer of padding on herself wasn’t something she wanted to do but her choices would be to either do that or sit in a puddle of her own urine before long.
Sitting on the diaper, Emily pulled it up and over the one she was already wearing. With such a thick diaper already on, swollen from all her peeing, it was a bit of a stretch for the new disposable. The tapes were struggling to hold on a bit, but it seemed secure enough. The downside was that the pillow of padding between her legs was now even thicker, she couldn’t walk anywhere but she could already imagine how much she would need to waddle. Not to mention, just sitting down she could feel the way her butt was lifted off the mattress by the layers beneath her.
With nothing else to do Emily eventually laid down. If she was going to be left there for an indeterminate amount of time she might as well get some rest. Emily closed her eyes but found sleep hard to come by. It was very bright in the room and she was tossing and turning in her double-layered diaper.
Eventually she must’ve drifted off into an uneasy sleep because the next thing she was aware of was a horrible feeling in her gut. She kept her eyes closed as she rolled on to her side and curled up a little. She was still only half-awake as she pushed down with her tummy muscles in an almost automatic reaction to the discomfort.
The pressure quickly built as Emily’s sphincter relaxed and opened. The sticky mush in her bowels was pushed into the waiting diaper and she barely moved an inch. She let out small grunts as her eyes fluttered closed, making sure to empty herself completely into her underwear so she wouldn’t soil her next diaper. As she pushed out the final small poop her bladder gave way and poured into the diaper as well. As it was already soaked some of the liquid started making its way down to the second layer causing it to swell up. Emily’s eyes opened suddenly.
“Oh god…” Emily moaned.
Emily couldn’t believe what she had done. She could blame it on being half-asleep but she hadn’t even tried to prevent her stinky accident. Her face flushed red as she moved a hand back to try and feel the damage. With the two layers of diapers, it was hard to feel anything but the stickiness against her butt let her know this wasn’t a small messing.
Emily gingerly sat up. The poopy diaper was pressed against her skin and the mush inside was spread all over causing the young woman to shiver. She looked around. Still in her crib, and it was deeply shameful to admit that was where she was, her options were limited to one. Until Amelia came to get her out, she was completely trapped. The smell was already starting to leak out and she was stuck. Emily considered calling for her wife but that somehow seemed even worse. She was angry at Amelia and the last thing she wanted to do was show that she needed her.
There was no way for Emily to tell how much time had passed. She had been asleep but whether it had been for a few minutes or hours it was impossible to say. The room appeared a little darker than it had been earlier but that could’ve just been clouds covering the sun. What she did know for sure was that she was bored out of her mind.
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