Roxanne's babying

“Stupid trainers, and this stupid potty training....” Roxanne said, kicking a stone as she huffed and puffed on her trip home.

Her lack of potty training made her waddle, making her look exactly like a little kid, which was not helped by the mess in the back of the seat of her diaper, with its rank smell.

“Oh my god, that smell! Who left their baby out....?” Some stupid passing girl muttered, making Roxanne burst at the girl in a fit of anger.

“Keep your thoughts to yourself shortie, not a person cares what shorties like you say...” Roxanne said, face bursting red. She was furiously mad, and it was hard to express in words.

“What the? Listen lady, you have....” The girl said, sniffing the air one more time, and looking to Roxanne's waist, which made Roxanne panic a bit. “Oh my god, don't tell me, you...you...”

Panic filling her as the young girl stepped closer to her, Roxanne turned 180 degrees, and tried to make a quick escape. Before she was able to waddle uncomfortably away, she felt the girl grabbing the back of her skirt, flipping it over like one checks a baby, and loudly gagging. Turning around to grab the girls hands, Roxanne chocked a bit, surprised at the events.

“Oh my goodness, do you never change this thing or something? I always knew someone on this street was stinking it up, but I never thought it would be an adult. Jesus, the little kids I babysit probably would not be as bad as you!” The girl said, shaking her head dismissively.

Chocking again, Roxanne saw the girl reach into her bag, pulling out a safety pin, and fastening it so the bottom of her skirt was fastened to the top of her shirt. The effect was that now Roxanne's messy diaper was on perfect display, without the random girl having to use one hand to show it off. I twas incredibly embarrassing, and felt like Roxanne was back in preschool. Anger filling her again, Roxanne snapped at the girl.

“Listen little girl, do you even know who I am? I'll tell you right now, I'mmm....OWWWW!” Roxanne said, staring indignantly at her until she felt the girl forcefully slap her inner thigh. Pain filled her body, causing her to jump.

“First off of, don't you dare call me little girl, missy! For one, you are the one standing in the middle of the street in a messy diaper, not me!” The young girl said, advancing closer to Roxanne's face. The height difference felt like it mattered less and less, as the girl's voice became more and more forceful.

“From now on, you will call me ma'am. Got it!? Children like yourself should not speak unless spoken to.” The young girl said, as Roxanne began to chock again. The girls voice was so incredibly forceful, and threatening, it was hard for Roxanne not to just shake quietly and obey.

“Bu...but...I'm...” Roxanne said, feeling incredibly overwhelmed. She was used to stress, but not someone in her face, shouting and screaming at her. She felt utterly powerless right now, with her messy diaper on display, in front of possibly the whole town.

“I don't care what you are. You might be double, triple my age, but look at our difference. One of us is in the messy diaper, and one of us is dressed like a big girl.” The girl said, unflinchingly staring down the crumbling Roxanne's vaguely defiant face.

“Now, here's what we can do. You just stand there, showing off your diaper to the world. Or maybe I can get you changed, and maybe you can learn a lesson on being an adult. Come along.” The young girl, said, grabbing Roxanne's hands juvenile and pulling her along, till they reached someones front door.

Roxanne did not remember most of it, as it felt like a blur to be pulled along with a messy diaper exposed. Stressed beyond belief, Roxanne let herself be lead along till she was on a changing mat, legs spread wide for a changing.

“Honestly, this skirt is totally idiotic for someone in your condition, like, what were you thinking? I'm sure every would understand if you wore something more fitting, like an onesie.” The young girl said, untapping the diaper, yanking it away, and disposing of it in the diaper pail.

“Now, the easiest way to get these off...” The young girl said, sorting through her bag. Roxanne felt powerless, it was a feeling that was hard to disagree with, as she laid there, privates exposed, in front of this girl.

“Oh, simple enough!” The young girl said, pulling out a pair of scissors, and quickly snipping through the outfit, with lightning speed. Before Roxanne's very eyes, one of her custom tailored outfits, made specifically to give her an adult, sexy look, was cut up. Her bra too was a victim, snipped just like everything else.

“Sto....stop!” Roxanne pleaded, as the girl finished destroying the outfit with the scissors. It felt like a dream, like someone had brought Roxanne into another reality, but it also felt too real.

“Listen, you are going to go potty in those things again, we both know that. A skirt just isn't that smart for you, especially if you cannot hold it. Besides, something like that for a diaper is just not fashionable, I'm sure we can find something great for you.” The young girl said, rooting through the diaper bag, and pulling out a few of her diapers.

“Hmmm, a couple boosters might help as well.” The young girl said, as Roxanne sat there, in a complete daze. Her outfit was ruined, her allusion to adulthood was destroyed.

Roxanne laid on the mat, shocked beyond belief. She felt like a child, not good enough for her adult clothes. Her some little brat was ordering her around, like she was some common child to be babysat.

“There, all done! I'm sure you'll get through those couple boosters, and those diapers...” The young girl said, making sure everything was nice and snug, with the truly massive diaper extending from Roxanne's waist, up in the air a few inches. To Roxanne, who saw it, and who's eyes bugled from the view, it seemed like a constant reminder of how juvenile she was.

“Oopsie, there we are!” The girl's voice said, as she pulled up a pair of plastic panties, which just barely fit over the truly massive diaper. Hearing a click, Roxanne looked down in complete surprise, getting out of her brief respite from the current treatment.

“Wait...does that have a lock?” Roxanne asked, in a desperate, worried voice.

“Address me as ma'am, wow, for someone so much older then me, you don't have much training in the potty, or with manners!” The girl said, voice taking on an authoritative tone.

“Does that have a lock, ma'am?” Roxanne asked, voice stuttering. She was trying not to become hysterically, especially from the pure childish treatment she was getting.

“Of course it does, why are you so worried about it? It locks magnetically to the diaper's, cool new feature, huh? Without the key, you have to rip out the power of a magnet to get free!” The kid said in glee, continuing her game of dress-up with Roxanne. Losing her shoes and tights next, Roxanne felt her hair yanked into pigtails, making her officially nude.

The rest of the encounter felt like a complete daze, like a half-dream. Roxanne felt herself forced into a child's onesie, and felt a magnetic click on the back of the zipper. To ashamed to protest, she dreamed of fighting trainers, of the glory she could have, as long as she got through this. All of this made her a bit clumsy, and when she was quickly yanked outside, she didn't know what to say.

“Make sure to ask for me when you need a change dear, or else you'll just be trapped in that cute little outfit of yours~!” The girl said, shutting the door on Roxanne, leaving her outside in a child's onesie, bulging with a diaper.

For once, Roxanne felt like she knew exactly what she needed to do. Before, she felt like she hd filled her diapers with her remaining shame, and just as similar, she felt like she was filling her diapers with whatever remaining adulthood she had. Squatting lightly, she felt the messed with the seat of her diaper, which felt truly natural.

Waddling down the steps in shame, Roxanne heard someone mutter “What's that horrid smell...”. And unsurprisingly, this time, Roxanne just kept her mouth shut....