Diaper Shorts Episode 1: Training

Diaper Shorts

Episode 1: Training

Naomi huffed and puffed, stressing as a sizeable load of mush forced its way down into her training panties.
  'No - please!' she yelped. The sizeable portion didn't listen, as Naomi lost to the battle of her bowels, and suckled meekly on her pacifier as the load settled, a bulge in her training panties.
  'Mommy won't be happy... When wiw I ever learn how to use the potty?'
  'Mommy isn't happy,' said a sharp, stern voice, 'why does it take you, Naomi, 18 years to learn how to use the potty correctly? You've been in diapers your entire life - and to think - this time I thought you'd really done it! You're cleaning up the mess you've made in those practise panties.'
  Naomi eyed the floor, swimming with guilt, and wanting her diaper back on.
  'Can I at least have a change fiwst mommy?'
  'Fine - but you get the punishment also.'
  Naomi squabbled on her messy rear as she heard the wretched "punishment" knock about the air. It started with spankings, then going outside with her diapey on full view and given a laxative lunch. But Naomi knew she had wronged mommy and knew she had to live up to her disobedient actions of messing her training panties. She clambered over her mommy's lap, her petite yet asset-laden body squishing up against her mommy. Down came the first slap, inducing a squeak from Naomi and pounding the mess up against her shapely bum. The second, always worse than the first, came with a yelp of horror. Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, and mommy stopped. She scooped Naomi up into her arms, plundered through the house, and arrived at the changing mat.
  'Mommy I's sorry for making poopsie in my big-girl panties,' Naomi sobbed as the training panties were shimmied down her bright-red rear.
  'It's ok, honey, one day you'll use the potty like a big girl. I'm sure of it,' mommy consoled.
  'Fank-oo.'
  Naomi shivered cutely as the cold, wet cloth wiped her rump of any remaining mess, working its way smoothly past her nether regions, and giggling as it brushed past her thighs. Mommy was a specialist at this, doing it for 18 years, four times a day.
  Next powder was applied, massaging through Naomi's soft, baby-like skin gently. Mommy always sang a soothing song when she changed Naomi.
  Naomi relaxed as she felt the crisp, recognisable feel of a diaper envelop her crotch. She smiled as her mommy held the diaper in position and tightened the straps.
  'Right, Naomi, ready for your walkie?'
  Naomi bit her lip cautiously.
  'But mommy - aren't I a bit too old for laxative punishment?'
  Her mommy smiled in return.
  'Nobody's too old for laxative punishment.'
  Naomi felt her diapered rump being tugged up as she was placed back on the floor, her diaper on full show, showing off the bottom of her curvy butt cheeks and her shapely legs.
  'Mommy -'
  'Be quiet Naomi!'
  Naomi eyed up the floor. Mommy packed the lunch, accompanied by a rather greyish looking bottle of milk. The laxatives.

Within a half hour the two were making their way outside: Naomi, her pampered butt looking as adorable as ever, and mommy, in one hand Naomi's hand, and the other a packed lunch and a change of diapers.
  At this point in her life, Naomi was used to mocks and jeers at her apparent diapering - she had learnt to mask her humiliation, even though she was burning inside.
  Mommy had noticed her little girl gaining a waddle to her walk over the past few minutes, and she was attempting to hold her thighs together through the thick diaper.
  'Come on, Naomi, hurry up!' rushed her mother condescendingly.
  'I need toiwet, mommy,' Naomi whimpered, 'I need bad.'
 'Well you should've thought about that when you decided to go potty in your pants.'
  Naomi hung her head, and continued walking in her awkward stance, looking cute and clumsy.
  It wasn't long before Naomi and her less than competent bladder gave in - urinating against her will in the pamper.
  'Mommy!' she squealed, looking perturbed as she squeezed her smooth, tanned thighs together in order to get the full experience of her wetness. 'I - I couldn't hold it.'
  'I never believed you would,' hissed back mommy, 'and I think it's time for lunch.'
  Naomi chewed her lip - she wondered if this was all worth it, being in diapers and humiliated if she couldn't hold her waste. What Naomi didn't tell her mother was that... Well, she liked wearing diapers - she loved doing the dirty in her pants. The humiliated girl chugged down the bottle of laxatives, feeling her stomach become irritated instantly by the effect.
  'Mommy,' she said weakly, 'I have to tell you something.'
  Her mommy wore a blank expression as Naomi fought against the hunk of mess attempting to evacuate her behind.
  'I know when I can mess and pee - I have always known - I like wearing diapers! I love the feeling, the warm wetness, the soft lumps that I can sit on and smush around over my butt! I love it all, mommy, and I would stay in diapeys the rest of my life if I could!'
  Her mommy simply smiled, and took her daughter in her arms.
  'I've always known that, my dear. These punishments were trying to get you to admit to it - my sweet, big baby, I'd be happy to change your diapers for the rest of your life.'
  Naomi grinned, not even hesitating as a stream of soft mush piled up in the back of her diaper.